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Hayy I just found your page and I looove it smm :)
could I pls request rook, silver and lilia (+ any character you want) and their reaction when the reader subconsciously starts copying their typical gestures or phrases
hope this makes sense English isn't my first language I'm sorry :(
feel free to ignore xx :)
This is such a cute idea!!! Dw I totally understood the ask!!
Tags: Reader who copies their mannerisms, Reader is sort of shy in Silver's part
Rook
-Being with someone for a long time can make you start to act like each other, it's just natural that you absorb each other's states of being. At least that's how Rook would describe it
-He's an incredibly observant man, and with that comes noticing everything about you
-So he notices immediately when you start to copy his way of speech or moving
-When you start to put your hands up when startled, or when you speak to him in French, or when you start to compliment others more frequently he's absolutely delighted
-They do say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and Rook takes that seriously
-He loves watching you imitate him seemingly unknowingly; it's like a small boost to his ego
-It helps him know, without words, that now you two are absolutely inseparable; and he wouldn't have it any other way
-He won't tell you outright what you're doing, but if someone else points out your behavior he will admit to observing your actions, and he will feel absolutely no remorse
Silver
-Silver doesn't notice anything is different at all at first
-It's actually Lilia who tells him that you two are looking awfully similar as of late, and after that he finally starts to notice all the little things you've started doing
-You seem to get sleepy when he does, not even close to as sleepy as him, but sleepy nonetheless, and when you get upset you narrow your eyes just like he does
-He finds it very charming actually
-He may not be very observant with you sometimes, but that's because he trusts you to tell him when something is going on, so he is less vigilant than he would be anywhere else
-Just like he trusts you he wants you to trust him, so he tells you that he noticed you acting like him. If you are flustered by the realization he immediately tells you that he thinks it's sweet, and he doesn't mind at all
-You keep acting a little bit like him subconsciously, but after the first time telling you he simply lets you now, and enjoys you being cute without speaking up
Lilia
-Lilia absolutely loves when he's imitated, he finds it so fascinating; he enjoys the tiny peek into your mind's workings, and how you see him
-Even if you do it inadvertently he absolutely loves it
-He, much like Rook, notices instantly when you start to copy his mannerisms, and he says nothing, opting to just let you be
-He finds it so cute when you attempt to scare him just like he does to you, or when you speak in an unusually flirty tone; it's all just so cute to him!
-But his favorite thing you adopted from him is the sly little smile you'll do when you're plotting something. That right there made him fall for you all over again
-He can't help but think about how cute humans are, especially you, when they act that way; with their stealing of gestures from each other, and they don't even notice it! So adorable!
-He absolutely will not tell you about what you're doing, and if someone else mentions it he denies ever noticing at all, while making it painfully obvious that he actually did
Hello 🥹 may I request head cannons Savanaclaw and Scarabia guys dating a VERY quiet and shy Yuu? But they find out that Yuu is quiet cus they've had really bad ex's in the past
PLS AND THANK YOU AND TAKE YOUR TIME!!!!
This is a great request!! I'm pretty shy myself so I'm excited for this one! I hope I did your request justice!
Tags: VERY shy reader, the ex did different things in each one
AN: I'm sorry Ruggie's isn't very good but I've never written for him before 😔
Leona
-Leona doesn't really mind that you're quiet, when it's quiet he gets better sleep, but when you're abnormally silent that's when it gets worrying
-He notices that you really muffle yourself when he sighs at something you said. He's not serious when he sighs, at least not with you, but it looks like you're taking it to heart
-You've had problems asking for things from him ever since you two started dating. He almost never says no, but you still seem to approach every situation with an unwarranted amount of caution; like you're worried he's going to berate you
-Shyness is normal, he gets that, but something seems off about how you can't ask for something simple without stumbling over your words and saying sorry multiple times, so he finally asks you about what's going on
-When you tell him that your ex used to groan and drag their feet whenever you'd ask for help, or whenever you'd ask too many questions they'd start yelling, he was pissed
-He assured you that the person was a total prick and that he would never do those things to you, even if he likes to complain he doesn't ever really mean it
-His sighing starts to be more obviously joking after that, and he's more delicate with how he approaches you
Ruggie
-"Do whatever you have to do to keep living" has been Ruggie's motto since birth. He's resilient, and has no qualms when it comes to doing things others might see as embarrassing to get by
-But ever since Leona's overblot he hasn't really messed with you. Mostly because he fell in love with you, but also because he respects you
-With his respect for you he expects at least a little bit of respect back from you, but with how your hand covers the pocket your wallet is in whenever he's with you he doesn't really feel respected
-Sure he steals things sometimes, but that's mostly from Leona! And Leona totally lets him! So why are you so afraid that he's gonna steal from you?
-He asks fully outright, with no fear, about why you're so afraid of theft; especially from your boyfriend
-The answer was simple, and you gave it to him with minimal prodding. Your ex had gone through your wallet every night and stolen money routinely, and then they had the nerve to get mad at you when you confronted them about it
-That's what made you anxious when you heard that Ruggie was notorious for taking things without people noticing; even though you love him, you had been betrayed by someone you loved then too
-With this new information he was satisfied, now he knows it's not his fault, you just had a terrible ex and he's gonna prove that he's nothing like that
Jack
-Jack has a very detailed daily routine and that routine has him exercising every day, not just in track & field but lifting weights as well
-His routine takes up a lot of his day, and squeezing in spending quality time with you along with everything else he does every day is difficult, so he simply asks you to accompany him when he lifts weights; he says you could even be his spotter if you want
-When you reach the gym with him the spotter idea goes straight out the window, seeing as you're standing all the way across the room from him and softly refusing to get closer
-He hadn't really expected you to be his spotter but he thought that you might've taken that to heart and didn't have the courage to tell him you don't want to, so he takes the initiative in apologizing for making you think you had to
-Before he can apologize for doing nothing wrong you explain that being in a gym again reminded you of how your ex would get upset and start screaming if you got too close when they worked out
-He apologizes anyway for taking you here without really asking how you felt and leads you out of the room to spend some time with you outside of a place that brings back bad memories, his tail flicking in anger when he thought of someone doing that to you
-He spends the rest of his free time with you away from the gym and opts to work out by himself later in the day
Kalim
-Kalim is exceedingly rich. Just about everyone in Twisted Wonderland knows that fact, and so do you, but you hate when he spends that money on you
-Kalim on the other hand loves to spend his money on you. He can't comprehend why you don't want him to shower you in anything you've ever wanted; gift giving is his love language!
-He initially believed that you just didn't want to make him feel like you were exploiting him for his money, but you wouldn't let him pay for anything, not even food on dates or a new jacket when you needed one
-You would pay for everything yourself even when you didn't have the money to do so, and he just couldn't watch you bankrupt yourself anymore, so he settles to at least ask why you think you have to pay for everything
-Then you tell him about your horrible ex and how they'd make you feel guilty whenever they had to pay for anything, no matter how small, and it all started to make sense
-He's got enough money to go around twofold and he assures you that him buying you dinner sometimes won't make him upset. Even wanting to buy an entire continent wouldn't upset him! If you want it he'll get it for you! He loves you more than his money and that terrible ex of yours didn't deserve you
Jamil
-Jamil is a very busy guy, yes, but he tries his best to find solutions for you two to hang out whenever possible
-So naturally he suggests that you can watch him cook, but he absolutely will not let you help. It's a simple fix but you seem hesitant; he's sceptical of your apprehension at first but he gets pulled away before he has time to think about it
-You eventually give in, wanting to spend more time with him, but he notices that you are staying out of his way, like REALLY out of his way. So much so you're not even in the kitchen at this point
-You watch in silence and only speak to respond to his questions with short, one word answers. That worries him
-He attempts to goad you closer to the kitchen by asking you to try the dish he's cooking; quizzing whether or not it needs more salt
-After stepping closer and sampling the food you finally seem at least slightly calmer and he determines to ask you why you were so nervous
-When you tell him that your ex used to yell at you and even push you when you were in the kitchen with them he looks horrified
-He pulls you into a gentle hug and swears that he won't ever act like that under any circumstances. While his face is hidden in the hug he scowls at the thought of someone treating you that way and resolves to be kind to the fullest extent whenever you're in the kitchen with him
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Could I ask for the third year with a reader that got diagnosed with autism (like how do they react?)
Skip if you don't want of course
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OMG my first request!! And it's one I'm super excited about too!!! I know quite a bit about autism, so I hope that I did your request justice!
Tags: Autistic reader, Trey has an autistic sibling, autistic Idia, implied autistic Malleus or Silver you get to decide :) (in Lilia's section)
Trey
-Trey has a sibling that's autistic (not canon) so he knows at least a little bit about autism
-But he also knows that everyone is different so what works for his sibling might not work for you, so he keeps an open mind
-When you tell him about your diagnosis he takes it very calmly. He's not fazed at all. He thought from some of your mannerisms that there might be something going on, but he never brought it up
-If one of your safe foods happens to be a sweet treat of some sort you're in luck! He wants to make you happy and take care of you, so if he has the chance to do that through sweets he'll be delighted
-Trey has previous experience with sensory issues so he would never judge you if you needed a minute to calm down, nor would he care if you needed to stim around him, he actually finds it rather endearing
-If you ever need anything he'll always be there for you, at your beck and call, no questions asked
Cater
-Cater has only heard of autism through social media so he has a kind of skewed view of it
-Once you tell him about your diagnosis he knows he has to look more into autism so he can acknowledge your struggles and try to be helpful
-He learns that he had it all wrong for a long time. He knew absolutely nothing about autism before but he just assumed he did, like a lot of people on the internet do, but he throws his old assumptions out the window, now with a fresh view
-He starts bringing headphones with him everywhere in case you need them, he never cancels plans with you without at least a days notice, and he starts learning how to cook your safe foods off of magicam
-He starts doing these things without realizing, he doesn't even think about it after a while and it becomes second nature to assist you when you need it
Leona
-Leona is a smart man but being smart doesn't mean you know everything. Even if he's not very knowledgeable about autism, he's an incredibly fast learner.
-He read a few articles written by autistic people about their experiences and decided that he would ask you directly about what you need from him and how he could make you more comfortable.
-He may seem like he doesn't care sometimes, but he cares so deeply for you. Anything you need he will indulge you on.
-If you don't want him to touch you when you nap together he'd do it in a heartbeat. If you want him to hold you tight, even better.
-He may be lazy, but not when it comes to things you actually need. He'll take you seriously even if he thinks the request is a little strange. You need to rock for a little while to get out the feelings from today? Alright go ahead.
-His love may not be as extravagant as other people's, but he shows it to you by making you feel safe and comfortable every second you're together
Vil
-He can make accommodations for you on your skincare if needed, because trust me if you're with him you must do skincare of some kind
-He'll figure out your preferences when it comes to textures and find you something that won't overstimulate you
-If you need a lightweight moisturizer because heavier ones agitate you he'll find the lightest one in Twisted Wonderland, and if he can't find one light enough he will make it himself
-He would do anything to help you be healthy. If your safe foods happen to be very unhealthy he won't make you stop eating them, or try to make you replace them he'll simply ask you to accompany him on his morning jogs. He might even invite you to boxing lessons if he thinks you'd like them
-He's fully supportive and will shoot down any comments online about you, he would never tell them anything you don't want to divulge though, so you wouldn't have to worry about that
-He encourages you to unmask often, and reassures you that he would never judge you, and that he loves you more than anyone in Twisted Wonderland
Rook
-Rook is always elated to know you more deeply and when you get your diagnosis it makes complete sense to him
-He'd noticed that there was something different about you but he always thought of it as just another one of your many interesting qualities
-When you told him, your all of his observations finally started to snap into place
-You hadn't been avoiding eye contact because you were nervous, you just simply didn't want to! You don't hate all physical touch, you just like it on your own terms! It all makes total sense now!
-He's your biggest supporter; he was before the diagnosis as well but I digress. If someone tries to push your boundaries he will shut them down immediately with a cryptic warning.
-He's delighted that you've gotten the answers you always wanted, to know why you are the way you are, and he loves that he gets to be there for it
Idia
-Idia understands COMPLETELY, he's also autistic! He just got diagnosed way earlier in his life, so he's happy you finally got yours
-He knows how it feels and understands fully if you need time to yourself or if you want to talk his ear off about one of your favorite things, because he does those things too!
-He's happy he has someone to share his experiences with and to relate to on a higher level
-He loves quietly doing your own things while in the same room. He would be even more delighted if you wanted to play a game with him!
-You two will sometimes take turns info-dumping to each other about your special interests
-With your diagnosis comes a greater understanding of yourself, and he's glad he gets to be there to see you catch on to things in your past you didn't notice about yourself before and accommodate to finally be comfortable
-Tbh he loves you even more after you're diagnosed, it gives him a sense of connection he hasn't ever had before, being with someone who understands him so well
Malleus
-When you're first diagnosed Malleus is VERY confused. At the start he knows absolutely nothing about autism
-You said "Autism spectrum disorder" and all he heard was disorder
-He's worried and, thinking you're sick, he asks "how long did they say you have to live?" In full sincerity
-Once you tell him it's not terminal and that it just means your brain is different he finally calms down
-He's still worried about you, but not in the sense he thinks you're dying, just that he thinks he might not be able to help
-So he does a ton of research with Lilia's help and makes sure to ask you about your support needs
-He will respect your boundaries always. Though sometimes he might need a little reminder, he is always trying his best
-Loving you comes easily to him, your diagnosis only made it even easier for him because now he better understands you and your mind
Lilia
-Its not his first rodeo, he raised two children, one of them he suspects is autistic themselves
-He won't be afraid to accommodate you in any way necessary
-Need quiet time? You've got it. Don't want to try new foods? Perfectly fine. Don't want to be touched? He won't.
-And if you're the opposite? That's great too!
-Love loud music? He'll play some for you! Love trying all kinds of different flavors and textures? He'll make you some to try (good luck). Love hugs? He'll give you one whenever you want!
-That is to say that your diagnosis wouldn't change how he feels about you; he would love you no matter what
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Saying "no" when they propose because you think that marriage is unnecessary. This is after a time skip! The characters are in their 20s at this point. I tried to make the reader have different personalities for each one as well!
Tags: Reader is VERY anti-marriage, Accidental embarrassment (Trey), Feeling pressured into proposing (Vil, Idia),
Only third years!
Trey
He planned a party and invited just close friends under the guise of reliving their teen years by throwing an impromptu unbirthday party. Everything was perfect, just like the old days.
He glanced at you and your smile was blinding. He knew it was now or never. So he slowly walked to your spot at the table, trying not to throw up from nerves. Finally reaching you he gently tugged you up from your seat and got on one knee.
"I have loved you for years, you've stayed with me through good and bad. Since the moment I first laid eyes on you I knew you were the one for me. I want to be with you forever. Will you marry me?"
"I'm sorry, no."
The crowd had already formed around you two and had prematurely started clapping before you even gave an answer making it more awkward than it already was.
"Wha- why not?" He couldn't comprehend why you would say no, everything was perfect he made sure of it.
As the crowd died down and gave each other nervous glances you answered. "We love each other without being married. Marriage wouldn't change anything for us, we can still be in love forever without a certificate."
As tears threatened to fall from his eyes he let out a shaky breath and stood up, "I understand... I'd still like to talk about it more later though."
"That's perfectly fine with me."
Everyone at the party started to leave one by one, pushed away from second hand embarrassement, leaving you two to talk more thoroughly.
Cater
Cater truly felt safe with you. In the years you've been together he's put down his walls around you and he's become, for the most part, his authentic self. He may still love social media and he's still chasing fame but he's grown as a person since he was a teen and he has you to thank for that.
He knew his proposal had to be special and intimate, for your eyes only. So he got his ideas by talking with close friends instead of online.
After a super fancy dinner, with both of you dressed up, Cater took you home to your shared apartment. When you guys walked through the door you walked ahead of him and when you turned around to look at him he was on one knee with a ringbox in his hands.
He smiled as he spoke, "I love you so much. Would you do me the honor of marrying me?"
"Cater I- I don't want to get married. I promise it's not you, I just don't think it's necessary. We know we love each other, and we live together already!"
"Oh- I- yeah hahaha that's what I feel like too...yeah" his eyes burned as he tried as hard as he tried his hardest not to cry.
"I love you more than anyone in Twisted Wonderland Cater. I don't think we need to be married to prove that. Marriage is just to prove to other people that you love each other, but we already know, and that matters most."
You explained so beautifully that Cater began to understand. He just knows he loves you and he wants you to be happy. He'll be happy as long as he's with you.
Leona
Leona has never wanted to get married. Even with you he's never seen the purpose. He understood that Falena had to, he's the king. But Leona was the second prince, and Falena already has an heir, why would he ever need to get married? If you two ever had kids it would be a scandal if you weren't married, but he doesn't plan on having them anyway.
He'd never spoken to you about it, he just assumed that you felt the same way, since you never brought it up either. That's what he liked about you, you never nag him to do things he doesn't want to, sure you push him sometimes but it's never to an annoying degree.
He decided the least he could do was ask your opinion on marriage, just to get a feel for your thoughts on it.
While you two played a quiet game of chess Leona broke the silence with a question, "You ever wanna get married?"
The question threw you slightly off guard, "Are you trying to distract me so you can win?"
"No I'm just askin."
"In that case. No," you continued "We don't have to do that, I really don't care"
"Me neither," he huffed "no point, we love each other and we don't gotta prove it."
With that he silently went back to the game, and you both played in comfortable silence for a few more games, with content smiles on your faces.
Vil
Vil's fans have never really gotten under his skin. He grew up acting, that tends to give you a thick skin. But recently he's been reading comments about you. Those are the ones that get through on a hard day.
People have been bashing him for being with you for so long and not proposing yet. Of course the comments are most in jest, but seeing them over and over can do something to a person. He saw no harm in asking for your hand in marriage, he thought 'why not?'
So he set out to find the perfect ring, had it custom ordered, as well as perfectly tailored matching outfits for both of you.
When the day he planned finally came he took you to a movie theatre he rented out for a private showing of your favorite movie under the guise of a intricate date, and you two watched the movie talking and analyzing it the whole time.
When the movie finally ended he got up first and quickly kneeled, holding out the ring. "Darling you are the most magnificent person I have ever met. It would make the happiest man in Twisted Wonderland if you would marry me."
"Vil? What? I thought we agreed that we don't need to get married."
"I'm sorry, I've just been worried with people commenting about how you don't have a ring on your finger. I shouldn'tve let them get to me. I just want them to stop nagging about it."
"I would never want to marry just because the general public is nagging about it. They don't deserve to have that much power over us. We love each other and that is final. Why should we have to prove that to them?"
In the end you did take the ring. Not because you agreed to get married but because you thought the public seeing the ring might shut them up, at least for a little while. And you thought it would be fun to plan a fake wedding.
Rook
Marriage, to rook, is unnecessary. It doesn't mean he would never marry, but he doesn't feel the need for it. You can make a pact between lovers, one that can be made any time, the formal ceremony and flaunting is what he believes is unneeded.
He doesn't need a wedding, but he would never be opposed to one! He is all for celebrating love, especially celebrating his own love.
It had been long enough into your relationship that he felt the need to ask you opinion on marriage. He was willing to do absolutely anything you wanted. Wedding or not he was prepared for any scenario.
"Mon amor I need to ask you a question" He called from behind your spot on a park bench.
"Toveux-tu m'épouser?"
By now you knew enough French to know he was asking if you want to get married.
"No, I don't think it's necessary."
"I feel the same! Je vous aime darling!" He hugged your shoulders and kissed both of your cheeks before moving to your lips.
"Did you use your signature spell to find out where I was just to ask that?" You asked between kisses.
"A hunter never reals his secrets!"
Idia
Idia's mom was PESTERING him. He loves her of course but it gets to a point. He can only take "Idy when are you going to propose?" So many times before he overblots a second time.
His mom even gave him her old engagement ring in an attempt to get him to do it faster. "You can use this now and get them a new one later!" She's a lovely woman but she can be exhausting.
If only to stop his mother from passing away from anticipation he decided he would propose soon.
When you got home from work Ortho was there waiting for you. He guided you to you and Idia's shared bedroom and he told you there was a surprise waiting.
When you opened the door there was Idia, kneeling on both knees before he looked down and quickly corrected himself, "Damn it. Oh Seven this is game over for sure."
"Why are you kneeling, Idia?" You quizzed.
"WE SHOULD GET MARRIED!?" He blurted out in a panic, dropping the ring box.
"Um-"
Before you could even answer a huge blast of confetti burst out from behind you. It was just all so ridiculous you exploded into a laughing fit.
"Idia no. I don't want to get married. We don't have to do that, I'm happy how we are." You said through giggles as he sat awestruck.
"Yeah, I'm happy too! My mom just won't stop begging me to ask you. I just made myself look like a total noob for no reason though."
"Well I love you, noob or not." You joked as he looked at you, betrayed.
Malleus
He decided the day he realized he was in love with you that he wanted to ask for your hand in marriage. He knew he had to do it the human way for you to even notice what was going on, so he started by asking Lilia for advice.
"Get down on one knee and ask! But remember to do a sappy little speech beforehand, humans love that, I would know!"
That was all the knowledge Malleus thought he needed, so he set out to ask you immediately.
When he reached your shared chambers and he saw you relaxing form he immediately dropped to his knees and grasped your hands tenderly.
"My dear child of man, I love you with all of my heart. I wish to marry you despite our species difference. I will fight anyone who is against our love. I will even destroy the fae council if I must, to be with you for eternity! Please, my love will you marry me?"
"Malleus, darling, it's much safer for us not to be wed. I know how much you want to, but I would feel much better if we didnt. I will be with you forever no matter what. Marriage won't change anything between us."
He held your hands tighter as he took in what you said. "I understand and I respect you fully, but I'm worried the council may try to force me to marry another if we do not wed."
"I wish you could kill those guys, really I do."
"I do as well, my love."
Lilia
Lilia had been dating you now for decades and never once brought up the idea of getting married. As a fae he thought that it just wasn't a necessary step in showing someone that you love them. He was firm in that belief.
But lately he's been noticing that you've been ogling rings when you pass by shop windows and deep down, for the first time he thought that as a human you might want that. And he hadn't even considered your feelings on the matter!
He went out late at night and secretly bought the ring you stared at most preparing to surprise you when you woke up.
As you opened your eyes for the morning they immediately met Lilia's, scaring you all the way awake.
"Good morning dearie! I've got a special surprise for you! Follow me into the kitchen."
As you headed into your shared kitchen you smelled the telltale odor of a failed breakfast. Guess you'll have to skip it today lest you be ill for weeks.
As you both reached dining table where the smell resided Lilia dropped to one knee and began to speak, "I may be fae and marriage may not be on my mind, but recently I noticed you looking at rings and I realized that may not be the case for you. I love you dearly and I always will, would you like to marry me?"
"Absolutely not."
His eyes widened in surprise as you continued, "You know I share the same sentiments as you. We don't need to be married to know that we love each other."
His shocked face morphed into one of complete happiness as he got up to hug you.
"I still want that ring though, it looks like the one from my favorite book."
The third years are about to go on their internships, and you are convinced that this means you will never see them again. Everyone else who said they would "text you every day" or "be pen pals" was always lying, so what would make you believe they wouldn't be? You want to keep them here...at least Vil, and you will do anything to accomplish that.
Tags: Pre-relationship, Vil Schoenheit x reader, hurt/comfort, reader is yuu, reader has abandonment issues, reader eats blot, I know this isn't how blot even works but just roll with it.
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All that anyone can talk about is how the third years are leaving for their internships soon. Why won't they all just shut up. It's not like you aren't already thinking about it nonstop. You can't let them go. You can't let another group of friends leave you; not again.
You've already had your old friends ripped from you more than once. First when you were just a kid, and again when you were transported to Twisted Wonderland. So why do they get to leave you too? You know from experience that when you write letters to far-away friends they never write back. You absolutely cannot give them up. At least not him.
Vil Schoenheit is already busy, so you can imagine that when he's on his internship he won't have any time at all for you. He's been treating you so kindly these past few months you've known each other. He always clears a bit of time to spend with you, and he just makes you feel so wanted. You thought he liked you! So why is he doing this to you?!
The spiraling has caused you to start isolating from your friends; from Vil. This isn't going unnoticed by any means, but Vil is busy, and your friends are too worried about the final exams of the year to think too hard about why you aren't studying with them. Grim hasn't had any time to fret over your state either with how little he's been seeing you, and how hard he's been working.
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In the depths of your loneliness, as you gaze out one of the rickety windows of Ramshackle you hear a voice calling out to you from afar. At first you think it's just Malleus, but he always makes his presence known. These whispers sound human, but there's a sense of uncanny as you listen closer. One whisper in particular seems targeted at you.
"Are....magicless..?"
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After aimlessly following the whispers into the woods behind Ramshackle for what felt like hours you find yourself at a small clearing.
A voice, the one who brought you here, is clearer now.
"Here......help.", It calls from the darkness.
You reply, unsure why you even came out here in the first place, "Who is that? I could hear you talking from Ramshackle."
As they sway out from behind a tree you finally get a better view of who called you here; or what. A phantom; it's body covered in tattered rags with a head that resembles a jar full of ink. It towers over you, almost three times your height.
The creature's claws find purchase in the dirt directly in front of you. Your body freezes as fear seeps into every bone in your body. It hovers for a few seconds before it begins to speak again, "Magic....give...".
One of its arms extends to show you something it's holding. A glob of thick-looking black liquid, one you definitely recognize by now. Blot.
"Eat........they.....stay...", It stuttered out, sounding as if it was using pre-recorded audio clips.
You, confused and scared, choose to obey. Your body finally moves, hands reaching to grab the liquid from its outstretched hand. Dread claws at you from the inside as you place the glob in your mouth. It starts dissolving almost immediately; the feeling unlike any other you have ever experienced.
When you finally get the nerve to swallow, your body feels different. Not necessarily a good different, just different. Sickly even. Your tongue is stained black paired with a disgustingly bitter aftertaste, but when you look back up from your blot-stained hands the phantom is long gone; vanished into the trees.
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After not seeing even so much as a glimpse of you for a week Vil was starting to get worried. He really cares about you, but he knows that finals are coming up, so he knows that you're probably just busy, he just wants to be sure that you're okay. So he sends his personal hunter to check on where you've been. Also to check if you were still doing the skincare routine he taught you.
You keep going back to those woods after your encounter with the phantom, you just want to know for sure that you didn't just dream that experience, but every time you do there's no evidence that anyone else has ever even seen the clearing. Little did you know that with every trek into those woods you are being hunted.
Rooks reports back to Vil are nothing short of bewildering. Why would you be repeatedly wandering into the woods behind Ramshackle every night? He makes a plan to talk to you about it as soon as possible and he will get the answers he wants.
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You notice the changes in your body as soon as the first one starts. It started with the tips of your fingers becoming a deep black color. So you start wearing gloves. Ace and Deuce try to riff on you about your sudden propensity for gloves, but you deflect their comments with a simple, "it's just cold."
The real problem starts when the inky color starts spreading up your arms. You assumed the color would go away, but as it spreads you can't help but remember back to how your friends looked after their overblots. The heavy concentration of magic caused their limbs to become jet-black, their eyes bled ink, and they all had extreme eye bags. So why were these things happening to you?
Half the day already passed, now lunchtime, when Grim decides to point out your eye bags. "Did you not sleep last night? You kinda look like a raccoon".
You open your eyes wide. Excusing yourself without answering Grim's question, you head to the bathroom to hopefully cover these new additions to your look.
In your haste you don't hear the clack of heels following you.
"Prefect! Stop, I need to talk to you!", Vil calls out to you from behind.
You turn around, and he finally gets a good look at you after days. "My goodness! You look awful! What happened?", he exclaims.
You shrink, trying to block his view of your face with your hands. When he grabs your wrist to try to gently pull it out of the way the glove you had already been slipping off fully separates and uncovers your bare palms.
He stares at you for a moment in disbelief but ultimately asks, "what is going on here?".
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He takes you outside for privacy before you finally relent everything. You tell him about the voice you heard, the phantom, and about how you ate blot.
"So that's what they were doing in the woods.." he mumbles to himself before he looks back at you. "That's a rather outrageous story, but I believe you. If you really did ingest blot and that's why you look like that you need to be treated immediately.", he grasps your wrist delicately, leading towards the nurse's office.
"I have many questions for you, but your treatment is the highest priority right now. Trust me I will be thoroughly interrogating you about this."
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Once you get laid in the nurse's cot and the proper authorities were called he gets right to the questions.
"Who was the phantom referring to when it said 'they stay'?", He began.
"The third years...."
"Why would it say that?"
"It must have known..."
"Known what?"
"I'm scared that you guys will forget me when you go off on your own", you continue "I've lost so many people...but I just....can't lose you."
When you look up with teary eyes you see that he's been staring at you this whole time, and you make eye contact. He looks genuinely sad.
"I don't want you to feel that way; like I don't care about you, because I do. I care about you too much for my own good. I promise you I will do everything in my power to prove that to you." He continues, "This internship doesn't mean I'm never going to see you again. I still have to make sure you do your skincare routine don't I?".
You giggle at that, "Does this mean you like like me?".
"You could say that yes", he smiles.
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After you get your blot treatment Styx interrogates you about the phantom who fed it to you. Not without Idia and Ortho laughing at you for that of course. And You and Vil officially start dating. He texts you every single day on his internship without fail asking about if you ate or just how your day was and he tells you how much he loves you all the time.
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AN: This definitely isn't my best work but I just wanted to get this out there since I've been sitting on the idea for a while. Also I know Ace, Deuce, and Grim would NOT be this dismissive but the focus is supposed to be on you and Vil.
A Human's Touch || Malleus Draconia x reader angst
Silver is an exceptional guard, and an even more exceptional friend to Malleus. His only problem is he has the only thing Malleus can never have. You.
AN: I listened to "A Human's Touch" by TWRP while writing this!
Contains: Yearning Malleus, Reader is Yuu, Reader is mentioned to have hair at least long enough to tuck behind an ear, Mentions of wanting to kill someone (Does not actually happen! it is only thought about!)
You have been the object of Malleus' obsession since the day you called him by that stupid nickname in front of your friends at the SDC. He'd been in love for years and told not a soul, and telling no one this secret of his has had massive consequences on his life. He watched you fall in love with another man. He had to watch the love of his life be wed to a man he thought of as his best friend, as his brother, and maintain a straight face. He had to pretend that it wasn't supposed to be him with you at that altar.
There had been thunderstorms and rain in the weeks preceding your wedding. He hoped that somehow by some miracle you'd notice it was his doing, and that you would be there to console him. Like you were in your school days. Selfishly he had a small ounce of hope in his heart that you'd decide to be with him instead, that you would elope with him, even if it would break Silver's heart. But you said the rain was good luck. A sign that a long and fruitful marriage was to come.
That night as he stumbled into his bedchamber he ran his fingers along the wall in a feeble attempt to soothe himself, contemplating where he went wrong. He wept, as the loneliness crept in, while the soft patter of rain on his windowsil lulled him into a restless slumber.
He became inconsolable, even by Lilia, in the days following your nuptials. And yet he would still tell nobody what was wrong.
In your school days he'd seen the way you looked at Silver. It was like there were stars in your eyes. He'd hoped that he wouldn't have to say what he wanted out loud. That maybe you, or anyone really, would notice that he wanted you without him having to put his feelings out on the table. But the day that you realized his love for you would never come. By the time he worked up the nerve to tell you how he felt, it was already too late.
He spent weeks researching human courting customs knowing you tend to be pretty oblivious, as he'd witnessed many times before; he wanted to be as outright as possible with you this time. But every hope was crushed when he saw you with Silver. Relaxing under a tree together you were gorgeous. Your hair shone in the setting sun as Silver tucked a strand of it behind your ear. Your eyes seemed to sparkle when you turned them towards him. Then you laughed, your face lighting up in joy. Malleus couldn't hear what you had laughed at, he didn't need to, he knew then it was over. You looked so happy.
He turned away and started walking, but not without sparing you one last mourning glance. You had picked who you wanted and he would respect that; no matter how much it hurt.
It was a one-sided war, and he had lost.
He tried to fill the hole you left in his heart. He married a human, one he thought looked enough like you, but they weren't you. They could never be you. They didn't light up a room with their smile, or try to console him with a hug; completely unafraid like you had been. They would say they weren't afraid, but it was obvious they were. And they certainly didn't give him that tingly feeling in his fingers when he touched them like you did. He thought it could have just been a human thing; that thrilling feeling when your hands met, but he was sorely mistaken. It was a you thing. And that only made him more miserable.
As he laid in bed with his replacement human his thoughts turned dark. Disturbing things flooded his mind. Ways he could get rid of them, how much his life would improve if he were to kill them now, how much it might take to scare them enough to make them leave forever. But he did none of these things. He couldn't risk his reputation, and he had fought tooth and nail to convince the fae court to let him marry this magicless human, so he would have to bear this.
He dug this grave, so now he must lie in it. He just wishes you were here to lie in it with him.
You lend Riddle a book. Little does he know the book is from your home world. Which leads to him not being as careful with it as he ought to be.
Contains: Reader crying, hurt/comfort
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You had made peace with the fact that you were never going to get home by now. It had been months and any time you asked Crowley about his progress he would make up some dumb excuse to leave, you'd even used that method to get him to leave you alone before, but making peace doesn't mean you don't miss your world at all.
Although the mirror hadn't left you with much, the one thing you coincidentally brought with you before you were hit by the carriage was a book. A small but significant reminder of where you came from. You'd read it cover to cover what felt like a hundred times. A small paperback with bindings that were starting to come undone that had taped back together many times. It wasn't a life changing book by any critic's standards, but it brought back thoughts of home, so it was a beloved classic in your eyes.
That's why it was such a huge deal when you lent it to Riddle.
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He had seen you sitting in the rose garden reading your dilapidated little book for the umpteenth time and finally decided to ask about it.
"What pray tell is so interesting about that book?" He playfully chided as he approached your spot on the grass.
"It's a very fascinating story I'll have you know" standing up carefully minding the book, you continue "you'd know that if you would give it a chance."
"I've never really dabbled in the fantasy genre. My mother always said it was a waste of time to focus on things that are so far from reality."
You knew his mother's opinion was still important to him, even after recognizing she was bad. You understood that loving your mother isn't an easy thing to just turn off. "Even more reason to read it! She isn't right all the time, you know that, at least try it I promise it's good. Pleaseeee."
He finally relented after the week you had been trying to get him to read the book. He knew it was important to you and that reading it would probably make you happy, so he was willing to read it with an open mind. As open as he can get.
He hadn't even questioned why you had such strict rules to follow regarding the book. Though most of the rules were common sense. Don't read it near water, don't eat near it, but the only rule that really stuck out to him was don't read it near Ace or Deuce. Not that he thought they weren't troublemakers, but he thought you trusted them more than anyone else, so what was so important about this book?
He held his tongue on the matter, thinking it wasn't worth asking. You surely had your reasons and he would respect them.
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When he finally started reading the book he was baffled by how plain it was. He hadn't understood what was so fantastical about this book that would classify it in the fantasy genre. He'd heard that fantasy books were supposed to be outlandish. That they heavily exaggerated mages and magic itself. But this was tame. Sure some of the facts about magic were just plain wrong, but overall this was merely a story about some, quite frankly subpar, mages doing magic. What could possibly make this a fantasy?
Ignoring the boring magic elements proved to be the technique for him to be able to enjoy the story. He had to admit it had a really well written love story, both of the characters slowly falling for each other through the course of the book in a satisfying manner. He was starting to understand why you liked it so much. The main love interest, he thought, resembled him. An authoritative rule following leader type with a secret soft heart.
About halfway in he realized he was actually enjoying it, not just pretending anymore. A fact he was slightly embarrassed by. He had even gotten so into it that he started bringing it around places with him so he could read more of it, despite your many, many warnings not to do so. This was going perfectly fine....until Ace and Deuce shambled into the common room carrying a serving of flamingo feed, a bucket of slop made up of mostly shrimp, bickering with no regard for others.
Riddle raised his head from the book reluctantly as his underclassmen situated themselves in front of him. "Housewarden please tell Ace it's my turn to feed the flamingos!"
"No way it's my turn!" Ace interjected "I'm not cleaning up the poop again!"
As they each started pulling the bucket towards themselves Riddle had all but forgotten about the book in his grasp, the first years thoroughly distracting him with their tomfoolery.
"I assure you that the chore chart will tell your whose turn it-"
Riddle was cut off as the two first years dropped the bucket, flinging it all over the common room....and all over Riddle.
"HOUSEWARDEN WE'RE SO SORRY" Both of the boys yelled out in unison.
As Riddle went to raise his pen in fury, he felt the book in his hand once again. When he looked back down at it, it had been completely soaked in the shrimp concoction, completely ruining it.
"OFF WITH YOUR HEADS! YOU WONT BE OUT OF THOSE COLLARS FOR AT LEAST A WEEK!" Riddle screamed as collars appeared around the troublemaker's necks and his face turned bright red "CLEAN THIS MESS UP NOW AND ACTUALLY FEED THE FLAMINGOS!"
Riddle stormed out of the room while fussing at the now ruined book. How was he supposed to tell you that he'd ruined the book you gave very specific instructions on how not to destroy. He decided that the best option was to be honest with you, and to tell you as soon as he possibly could. He decided he would tell you after tomorrow's school day.
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He'd texted you after all of your classes to ask you to meet him back in the rose garden, the only information he'd given you about the meeting was that it involved the book you lent him. You originally thought that he was just going to return it, assuming that he'd finished it, but as time went on and you stood alone among the rose bushes your mind started to wander...what if he wanted to talk to you alone because he wanted to tell you how bad he thought it was? Or what if he lost it?
Before your thoughts got any worse Riddle greeted you from a few yards away, near the courtyard where they host all the dorm's unbirthday parties "Prefect! Sorry I'm late, some students were eating scones after two pm and needed to be reprimanded." But that wasn't the only reason. He had been incredibly nervous to tell you about what happened to your book, you had trusted him and he broke that trust.
"I need to admit something to you. It's about the book you lent me, as you already know" He began "I need to preface this with the fact that I am sorry".
Now that worried you.
"Ace and Deuce were fighting in the common room about who should feed the flamingos and for some reason they brought the feed inside with them" your eyes widened as he continued "and in the struggle the bucket got thrown and the feed got everywhere....and all over the book."
Before you could speak he looked away from you, ashamed of what he was going to say next "In the end it is completely my fault. You told me not to get it anywhere near those two and I went against that. I am so very sorry."
He hadn't noticed when you started to tear up, but when you sniffed he snapped his head towards you. "I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry. I knew how much the book meant to you, it was clear from how many times you had read it. It won't be as special but maybe I can get you a new copy?"
"You can't" you choke out, your voice strained "It wasn't just any book Riddle. It was from my world."
His eyes widen as he processed what you had said. He'd let something so precious get destroyed. "I- I didn't know. I should have been more careful." He looked back towards the dorm and back at the room where he'd put the book, he then looked back to you and edged closer to you intending to pull you into a hug. He gently tugged you into his arms, and when your head hit his shoulder you crumbled. He held you delicately while muttering apology after apology into your hair.
"Maybe Professor Crewel will know a spell to fix a ruined item....or maybe the Headmage? No I can't trust him with this...." he mumbled mostly to himself. "I promise I'll fix this somehow."
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After he'd calmed you down at least as much as you could be at the moment, he excused himself to go get the book and to bring it to Professor Crewel to see if he could do anything about it.
School had been over for quite a while now but he knew that the professors stayed late a lot of the time to do grading. He was hoping that today was one of those days, and thank the Seven it was.
He knocked on the classroom door and waited "come in" he heard a voice say from the other side.
"Riddle? Is something the matter?"
"Sir I need your assistance with something important.
"Is someone hurt?"
"No, no it's not dire, I need to know if this can be saved." He said as he presented the book.
Crewel glanced from the book to Riddle's face, "I hope that isn't a library book." Seeing the look on Riddle's face he dropped the joke.
"It's a book from Yuu's home world. And I ruined it. Is there anything you can do? Please."
"Give it here. I'll see what I can do."
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Crewel did a bit of research and found a potion that worked to restore an item to a former state, and the formula turned out to be fairly simple. So he called Riddle into his classroom after class the next day and handed him the recipe, "You were the one who destroyed the book so you will be the one to fix is as well."
Crewel let Riddle use his classroom as he made the potion, and critiqued along the way. After approximately thirty minutes of hard work, and lots of stirring, the potion turned a shiny gold color meaning it was complete. He ladled the mixture out of his cauldron and held it over the book. "Please work." He whispered as he poured it along the whole length of the book.
They both watched as the liquid that had seeped into the pages melted away as if the paper had suddenly become waterproof, and the cracks along the spine magically healed like they had never existed, all the colors returning to the cover.
"It looks brand new! Thank you Professor Crewel, I need to give this back immediately."
He basically ran out the door as he headed to Ramshackle. He held the book to his chest as he ran, unwilling to repeat his previous mistake. He made it in record time and knocked on the front door, panting. When you opened the door your eyes were puffy, a telltale sign that you had still been crying.
"My rose! Look!" he presented the book, still panting "Professor Crewel helped me make a potion to restore it!"
You gasped, and held out arm to run your fingers along the smooth cover. "It looks like it did when I bought it." You started tearing up again, your happiness being almost too much to bear.
"thank you for fixing it Riddle, but I'm never lending you anything ever again." You said, letting out a teary laugh.
If I were a zombie || Neige Leblanche x zombie reader part 2
Inspired by The Zombie Song by Stephanie Mabey
Part one: https://www.tumblr.com/twisted-typo/813034371749675008/if-i-were-a-zombie-neige-leblanche-x-zombie
AN: This is actually super fluffy....in a weird way 😭
CW: mentions of blood, bad eating habits (Neige)
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He had to be hearing things.
There's no way you just spoke to him. Said that you love him. Zombies don't speak, their brains aren't capable of that anymore.
It had only been about a week since you were turned, maybe that meant not all of your brain's functions were completely gone yet! He had to make sure.
He peeled himself off of you slowly, and looked into your eyes. "What did you say?" He breathed, but you didn't respond, just gave that disturbing stare.
"Please.....please talk to me. I need you to talk to me."
He teared up as you kept silent. Are you really gone?
He wouldn't let that be true. You were still you even if you couldn't talk to him. Even if he had to take care of you until he died. You were still his beloved, and he wouldn't let you go no matter what.
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A quaint cabin nestled deep in the woods would be perfect to use as a new home. After weeks of traveling and starving you'd found the perfect one. The only problem was that it was occupied, by a very protective homeowner.
Neige wouldn't let anything stop you from living the life that you both deserved. That cranky owner was going to have to leave one way or another, and Neige really didn't want to resort to violence, but if something was stopping you from being happy together.....he had to do something about it.
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The fire faintly flickered in front of you as Neige cut up your dinner. A rabbit. He set up a trap outside your cabin, and after days of nothing, had finally caught something. He knew a few rabbits wouldn't keep you satiated for forever, but he couldn't bear to feed you zombie parts, or god forbid human meat.
"Dinner's ready, beloved!"
He tried to plate the bloody remains fancily, as fancily as you can plate bloody remains, and served it to you with flair. He reached down to hand it to you from your spot on the wooden floor, and sat down next to you.
He tried not to look as you devoured the rabbit carcass, finding it harder to separate your brutal nature from the real you when he did.
He found himself reminiscing as he stared at the wall. He thought about the dwarves, and how much they loved you. After they died he felt empty, but you were there to help him, and to take care of him when he needed it most. He could kill every rabbit in twisted wonderland and he still wouldn't feel like it would be enough to repay you.
To keep you properly fed, he'd skip dinner almost every night, but everything was worth it when you looked so happy. At least he thought you looked happy.
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When you were finished ripping apart your dinner he took your plate from you and stood up. Grabbing the chain from your previous captivity; kept to reattach it to you when you both went out, he tied it back around your wrists and wrapped it around his own torso.
It was customary now that every night after dinner you go to the stream behind the cabin and wash whatever dishes were used. A little tradition of yours that he loved. Neige loved you so much, and he loved this cozy, if not a little unorthodox, life. He would do this every day. He would do it for the rest of his life. Even if he couldn't ever hear your voice again, you were still here, and that's all that mattered.
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If I were a zombie || Neige Leblanche x zombie reader
Inspired by The Zombie Song by Stephanie Mabey
Synopsis: You and Neige have been dating for years now....during the zombie apocalypse....and when you turn he's not just going to throw away years of love. He swears that you're still in there.
Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/twisted-typo/813223216177922048/if-i-were-a-zombie-niege-leblanche-x-reader
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It has been a week since you turned. Your campmates wrapped a chain around you and tied it to the nearest shelf in an unused warehouse, there to hold you back from ripping anyone to shreds; locking you away from everyone. It was "for the safety of the people" or at least that was the encampment leader's excuse. And he thought he was doing Neige a favor by keeping you there? Neige knows better. "They just don't want us to be together."
The group knows that you and Neige have been together for a long time. Since before this group was ever even formed; since before the apocalypse started. So they couldn't just get rid of you, they know that would break Neige, and they can't afford to lose another survivor.
Neige could feel the resentment bubbling underneath his skin. How dare they keep you locked up?! How dare they not let him see you?! He needed to see you, and he was going to no matter what it takes.
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He had a plan. Pack two backpacks full of supplies, free you from your chains under the cover of darkness, and run away together. Simple. He'd have to steal from the camp to get enough supplies to support two people, and survivors don't take kindly to theft, he'd seen what they do to thieves firsthand. If he was caught he would surely be killed. And if he leaves with you now he'll never be let back into the community.
It was all worth it for you. Anything would be worth it for you.
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He'd acquired quite a few nicks and scratches jumping over gates and shimmying underneath fences to get to you, but the though of you waiting there for him kept him going. When he finally reached the building you were being kept in, he paused.
If he opens this door, that solidifies his fate. He will be banished, but he'll get to be with you. And he had never made a decision so quickly in his life.
When he opened the door to your makeshift prison he was stunned. Not by your new appearance, or the gashes left in your body from your last fight, the one that led to this, but by the fact that you were looking right at him. Like you were expecting him.
For a zombie you were extremely calm. No thrashing or growling....just silence...and an eerie glare.
Neige approached slowly, as if testing the waters. When you didn't react other than observing, his eyes lit up. "I'm going to get you out of here, and we're gonna be so happy" he reached behind you as you stayed perfectly still "we're gonna live in a little cabin all alone where nobody will ever bother us ever again".
Untying the chains binding your arms, he left one attached to your hands and created a leash of sorts. "So you don't get lost", he smiled.
You just kept your gaze trained on him. Not a single sound left you as you stood up for the first time since you were abandoned here. You shifted your stare in his direction and your eyes met once again. His gawking look gradually softened, turning into a look more lovestruck than he's ever had, and he slowly inched closer.
Stopping just centimeters away from you, he leaned forward and opened his arms. "I knew they were wrong about you" cuddling into you he spoke "I knew you'd never hurt me. I love you so much".
"I love you too".
AN: This has a part 2 now but it can be read as a standalone story if you want! The second chapter is just fluffy domestic zombie stuff.
AN: This is my first time ever posting on Tumblr!!! Also the first fanfic I've written since I was 11, so it might not be too great, and it's certainly not very long but I still hope you enjoy!
Watching a movie on the Ramshackle couch with Jade was the last thing you thought would be doing on a Saturday night, considering the fact that just a few months ago this dorm didn't have a TV or a very clean lounging area.
But after a little tlc here and there you were curled up in Jade's arms, watching a movie that he suggested, a horror movie about a serial killer that goes around killing teenagers. Great.
You had never really been good with horror movies but Jade didn't need to know that, so you tried with all your might to endure it for him, seeing as it was his night to choose. You wanted to make Jade happy even knowing you wouldn't get a wink of sleep tonight.
Every time a jump scare would pop up you'd flinch. Jade would smile a slight reassuring smile every time and hug you tighter. "Dear, are you alright? We can turn off the movie if you need." You would reassure him that you were fine and continue watching the movie.
"You can cling to me if you are too scared" and that you did. You hadn't realized how gory this movie was going to be. Blood was spraying left and right, organs were oozing out like goo, and Jade looked fine! Delighted even! Just what have you gotten yourself into!?
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By the time the movie ended you were thoroughly distressed. Even though it was irrational, the paranoid thinking started to settle in. What if the killer is real and on the way to kill me right now? What if I left the back door unlocked? Are all the windows secure?
You didn't inform Jade of just how much the movie had affected you, because you didn't want to make him feel bad for scaring you. Not noticing your duress, or simply not acknowledging it, Jade got up to take his leave. "I think I should get back to Octavinelle before it gets too late."
"Please don't leave!"
He gasped, feigning surprise."My my, was the movie really that frightening?"Suddenly feeling a little guilty, you resign to your true feelings."I'm sorry, I didn't want to ruin the night for you."
"There's no need to be sorry dear, it was quite a gruesome movie. If anything I am sorry for subjecting you to it."He texts Floyd to tell him he won't be coming back to the dorm, and reclaims his spot next to you on the couch. You decide to watch another movie, one significantly more cheerful. As you two doze off while the credits roll you know you're safe in your loving, and quite frankly scary, boyfriend's arms.
