Requests: OPEN

~Before demanding a contract you must understand all the conditions, and double check what you’re asking for is what you truly desire even if the price you pay doesn’t seem at all that much~

Fandoms The contractor writes for:

-Obey Me

-Twisted Wonderland

-Beastars

-Inazuma Eleven

Fandoms They don’t t regularly write for but will upon your request:

-Ikemen Vampire

-Mlqc

-Mystic Messenger

You can wish for:

-Interactions💜

-Headcanons💙

-One-Shots❤️

I can write:

-Fluff✨

-Angst🍂

-NSFW💋

-Yandere🥀

-Crossovers💕

~You must first read the conditions and heed to the regulations, they’re put in place for your comfort~

I tend to not do Au’s and OC’s but sometimes will if I fully understand the OC or Au.

When requesting a deal with yours truly:

Request up to 3 characters, state wether it’s a ✨,💋,🥀, 🍂 or 💕 and if it’s ❤️,💙 or 💜. State the plot unless you want me to choose and wether the MC is female, Male or gender neutral.

~Allow your hearts desire control the fate of this deal, may their be no limitations to your imagination as you sign the parchment off~

Eg. Dear, Author-san, Can I request Azul, Leona & Ruggie 🥀 as 💙. Them reacting to a Fem SO who fights back.

A bit about, the contracter:

I’m female but my gender identity fluctuates, you can refer to me as Author-San or a nickname you deem suitable^^

My favourite characters are Lucifer and Azul,

I try to answer requests as fast as possible, and I will try to post atleast weekly.

~It’s been a joy making business with you, perhaps you’ll join us in the private room again~

✨Prompt List

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~𝕯𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖂𝖊 𝕲𝖔~

Thin layers of honey glazed leaves till crisp swiftly dancing to the floor brushed with dense lemon curd saturated intensely until twigs cracked and held no more, releasing a beautiful song into the wind of nostalgia. Layer upon layer of crystalized honey carpeting soaked strands of forest; A songbird released a tune echoing into the melody of honey, crisp steps joined in a waltz with the continued joyous laughter as more and more leaves collapsed leaving a trail of lemon dew.

Your movements briskly giggled with the noise of moaning trees, branches of dust like years yearning to give out upon another season.

Patches of blossoming mint tea caressed what should've been naked trees, a silhouette of a familiar hue graced the markings of age calmly and without a tremble upon the distance from the ground; Thin strings of magenta glossed over scarlet blood-stained orbs with a tint of amusement and a release of a song, 'That child of man could run until dawn', a thoughtful almost humorous remark left sharp canine jaws. Perhaps, the vampire-Esque individual was right though another thought caressed his mind in a sudden rush of anxiety, run until dawn or run until they tred into a fairy ring.

A shadow lurked over the pools of blood moons as if fear were grasping him by nightmare silked gloves, evaporating into the air before reappearing once more to watch your steps further and further into deer raging grounds. tree upon tree suddenly blessed by fae ability only to shield for some time, gazing from side to side, the young master was out of sight as if a curse embellished them, the valley was home to many thorns of circular portals if you were to fall in,

a curse worse than one the sorceress cast.

Glazing your fingertips over natures fruits of colour, a set of horns sparked a freezing electric spark between the cells of your skin, a metallic breeze touching the tip of your tongue in shock like the sudden shower of blood flavouring your insides on the days you happen to injure yourself. Grasping tightly onto the newfound texture, regardless of the discomfort, you had finally caught the dragon fae amidst the game.

An arm slithered around you bringing you to a slight stumble upon contact until you were on the bed of the valley, a carpet of damp aftermath tickled your skin through layers of cloth, Gems of forest green sunk into your heart only to drag your close into an embrace of shielding you away from the caws of the knights.

Silver-tinted swords interlinked with flurries of moss scavenged amongst the thorns in search of the crown and a trail of roses blessed by dawn only to be met with a Cheshire-like grin painted by sharp canines and pools of blood.

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~𝕯𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖂𝖊 𝕲𝖔~

Kalim Al-Asim:

💧Would drag you to the world of of the hot sands as soon as possible even if it meant suddenly dissapearing from school grounds as he takes you on a ride on the richly coloured carpet filled with magic dating as far as the ancient times; Kalim can be quite hasty but he means well as he takes you straight to one of the largest bazaars, stall after stall so tall that the skyline feels as it have disappeared witha turmoil of people starting to enter as the sun mentiones its temporary goodbyes as the evening grows cool leaving the warmth to dissapear in the wind.

💧The smell of spices are thickly in the air of all diffeent colours having travelled from different areas far and wide, a raindbow of diffeernt silks and fountains of diferent robes and veils with a variety of different pins from the most prominent crystal like to the most discreet. Kalim would hold onto you instictively keeping you close to not accidently lose you in the ever growing crowd, deep blooded ruby eyes your guide for the welcoming night falling the flow of white and gold you held onto; Dragging you from one stall to another, he points out all different little trinkets and jewellery he finds suiting you claiming it should serve you as a souveigner for youre little carpet trip as he spends more and more gold shining coins without hesitance.

💧Some parts of the bazaar hold stalls that graciously braid hair or the artistic hand for henna, going as far as suggesting you should get some henna done as well like the white body paint that taints his tanned skin to match. As, your time in the markets come to an end, Kalim decides to go on the carpet once more and visit the world of arabian architecture from above and show you the world he was raised in as he revisits his memories with you by his side of the warm days and cold nights where everyone seems to be most alive, the only warmth at night being the spirit of the people as ervyeone speaks in their own dialect, a word or two in arabic spilling out and teaching you in the process.

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Cold breezes painted with gold dust lifted the carpet in the air, a large orb in the sky painted in a passionate crimson like a fresh blood rose illuminating the path across grains of gold tinted with a different kind of magic then just the kind that is taught; The white haired male sat steering in front of you, his arms smoothly tilting the fabric from side to side as his voice warmly mentioned his days at home with his family, mentioning that he should've brought you to his home that day but they have to evntually return back.

The moon is beautiful, isn't it?

Jamil Viper:

🐍Distant music plays in the background, nostalgia of free spirited late nights with the crashing of small waves leaving a cold breeze in the already ever growing cold night as the spirits roam in thicker robes or a few will spirited to dressed even less to enjoy the coolness they missed during the day. The sperent like male had his eyes carefully on the task at hand, beautiful crystal like glass tea cups lay gently on the low wooden glazed table; a clear kettle had just been placed mixed with mint leaves and herbs, some lemon and sugar on the side purely for ones personal customisation. The aroma of what may seem like familiar exotic warmth was thickly in the air, hypnotising your soul into letting you welcome yourself to a neat cushion on the carpeted floor of Scarabia.

🐍A few treats covered the gold and blood patterened silk that caressed the table, each treat a different adventure in the land of Nessa, pasteries honey glazed and with different fillings, no doubt hand crafted by the tanned second year with his beyond magical ability with cuisine: the food perfectly created with the flavour home, no too sweet amd healthy but enough to enjoy with a more spiced drink even in the hotter days of summer. No force was placed upon you to try but Jamil himself kneeled by next to you instead of across, his warmth radiating onto you as he reaches for a baklava passing you a slice too before going forwards to pour the tea for you and then himself, one gentle hand placed on the lid of the kettle as another adjusted the angle, his shadow slightly towered over you.

🐍The time spent was calm inside the gold-plated walls, the one with braided hair had reached with a dessert fork to cut a small piece from what he was eating to present to you feeding you with care and fragility taking in your reaction to the explosion of flavourrs, encouraging you try some more without pushing you. A darkly tanned palm reaching to a white cloth to clear whatever may have smudged on skin before wiping his hands to place a palm on your head slightly carressing you before kissing your forehead softly. A shock og electric like love surged a feeling blossoming like the moment of finding a hidden lamp within all the sand of the Sahara.

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Shadows lingered over the grandose slightly stiff bed of the glistening blooded moon, stars glistened like orbs of distant wishes in the sky or the ever lasting souls of previous monarchs. A thick silk neatly placed above with a mesh curtain drifting downwards like a fountain of white stars in the starry night. A henna painted arm wrapped around you keeping you close in the ever growing freezing night, a thicker duvet sprawled over the both of you with a formally placed blanket hiding the secrets of your dreams drifting into twilight.

Spend the rest of these Nights and Days with Me

Theme: Oc x Reader

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~𝕯𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖂𝖊 𝕲𝖔~

Having turned on her heel completely abandoning the now restless lion, she stumbled past turmoils of students all dressed in different vividly stained colours a direct glance into the ambitions of their soul and further into their lifes traditions; Eyes taking a renewed glance upon what dressed on her skin, posionous green and black darker then the nights of the world of demons much more prestigious then most uniforms which camflouged their dorms power. Bao was far from unaware, these clothes meant she had been placed into a section of the world she now ventures in, a new identity in an old body which took her without hesitation, this new body, a new life, perhaps a lesson to be learnt or a punishment.

A rage of power beyond her own and the teachings from a wizord once a king older then time searged into her, the form of a stone that carried the power of the young and in practice, presented to the diamonds in the rough who will learn to find their own path; Curious orbs scattered on the stone and onto the surrounding walls which were masked by mirrors, all ink stained and endless vacuums with no path way present beyond the illusion of imagination and ones own belief. Each looking glass once more had the colours plastered and one could be spotted from not too far, the ivy and night that showed her own dorm, letters masterfully engraved: Diasomnia...

A sun kissded hand reaching out before pullying away, the mirror nearly swallowing a hand that should've only carressed glass that should've been. Hestancy surged and the model like tall girl turned away to eye a different portal, taking a closer look to which one would make more sense, too afraid to return to where she assumed she was supposed to be in the dark nights. Another, mirror presentes itself almost shining with the will of the king of beasts himself, Askari, a sense of longing dragging herself closer, Right body but wrong soul or was it?

A the tips of their fingers entered first and then the slightly boney wrist before a gold light enlightened the whole room, golder then Arabian sand in the daylight with the force of all the winds at night pushing her whole body inside as the atmosphere altered and presented itself with a new world, of batsmen and hot days under the shade of a palm tree. The lurking eyes of knowing beasts seemed to spot her out but not daring to move an inch, a woman would have to be respected in the territiories of the the scorching savannahs and to challenge Bao would be a mistake they all knew, not just as a member of the dorm that inhabbited some of the worlds most powerful mages but as a mage herself who was both the only female and a unique individual with powerful wide wings that could support her in any fight to anyone who would look down upon her.

Not far from the now seeking Bao, formed a new entity in the form of power darker then midnigth itself and hollow throughout, almost a breeze of magic which crawled into the walls and allowed an outdoor creature a part of an entry but not enough if your soul could not be accepted.

Theme: Dorm Leaders acting obsessed over their crush.

Warning: Yandere

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~𝕯𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖂𝖊 𝕲𝖔~

Riddle Rosehearts:

🌹As the dutiful queen of Heartslabyul, His gaze is always lingering on each student, their paranoia always obvious: Is he watching? Did I break another rule? Oh no... His presence is both overwhelming and anti-climatic, he's there but you're not a hundred per cent sure, like, the ghost of a loved one haunting you but you can never tell.

🌹The situation is slightly different with you, He doesn't want you to feel his shadow looming over you, Taking in how strictly his mother raised him, his morality still keeps a sense of etiquette; Allowing you to feel alone even when he's there, he knows you want that distant comfort sometimes.

🌹Besides, stalking, he'll make it part of his routine to keep a pristine eye on your work and the way you present yourself, He can't have you looking any less than perfect most of the time. But...What if he snaps? All his strained beliefs escape him within mania and he starts putting you above any rules, starts believing that someone as deity- like, as you should not be below any rule. He practically worships you, and only you.

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The hair coloured aflame like the unstoppable passion he felt you, you were liberation in his eye: The once neat uniform crinkled as the blazer was completely discarded, his under eyes slightly discoloured but irises, the orbs of light seemed to plunge into both your darkest of nights and sweetest of dreams. The blood in his heart pumped as loud as you felt his bitter-sweet love on you, The still porcelain face of the dorm leader lay gently on your lap as his body didn't even tremble on his knees.

Can I Continue To Love You Like This?

Leona Kingscholar:

🦁Unfortunately, not the future king of the savannahs but the king of Savannaclaw, he stays undefeated whether strength or influence, challenging the king of beasts was unheard of in his dorm. Leona is quite isolated, to begin with, only coming out to give orders and putting rowdy first years back into their places. He's predatory, He enjoys the hunt before the kill and will always have an eye on you: Losing sleep wasn't an issue, at least not when it comes to you.

🦁Spending most of his time with a tight eye on you, green orbs not so gentle as he keeps an eye out for anyone he approaches you and even goes as far to get Ruggie to follow you when he can't. Ruggie wasn't meant to know about you, but when Leona had started acting more independent and keeping more so to himself just to plan on how to capture you, the hyena had somehow caught on as those gem-like eyes had instead shown the bitter venom of envy.

🦁Leona is much older than the rest of the students who attend, an adult by far, and the ability to make you his permanently more so. After a while, chasing after you isn't enough and the capture is much more satisfactory: Taking care, he chooses to manipulate you into either moving into his dorm with him and even more so, leaving school to live with him back in the Savannahs. The next step can take more time if you require it, he respects you and won't ever show his frustration towards you and instead take in the fact he finally has someone who loves him and sees him as the king he could've been.

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Life in the palace isn't as captive as you would expect, the winds of liberty are gentle yet, Leon is frequently out, his presence missing in the warm sands early in the mornings: Random meetings with his majesty are always looming in the shadows, the hopes of you keeping out anyone's grasp. You're free to do as you wish, stroll down the halls and into the fields and go as far as letting you travel around the land owned; A bird captive in a large cage, the cats' eyes glow in the dark and the scent lingers on you late into the nights, marks linger on you for days as he keeps you close in the times of dusk.

I'll always be there for you.

Azul Ashengrotto:

🐙This merman is supposed to be analytical, the most manipulative capable of forcing you into a contract without hesitation if it meant he gets what he believes he deserves. With you, he just can't think straight, An ink-filled void stains any visions and drags him further into a Bermuda triangle of madness and yet, he won't let go of you. He knows it’s because of you his anxiety fills him whole and yet he enjoys the feelings you induce.

🐙 A part of him wants to trap you, deep inside the tank of his overflowing emotions, enclosed within the territory of his dorm where the power of the sea witch reigns supreme and very few can challenge him; in burns in him to keep you close, have his closest his friends watch you constantly but his insecurities grow the longer he loves you and he realises the more he’ll trap you, the further away you go, leaving him to submerge further into waves of depression as he thinks you’ll no longer love him. A twisted desire hurried deep into his soul under the sand of his service to you, if only you felt this same love to him as he did to you.

🐙Instead of isolating you from others by force, he absent-mindedly takes a hold of you by his tentacles any time of day, always the first one to notice your change of mood and never the last to invite you straight into his lounge, serving you personally. Over time he'll take control of your free time and climb the ranks to reach both being your best friend that you end up talking to late at night past midnight as you question reality and the lover you can rely on to still be there in the morning.

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The sky's tears fell straight onto the ground and caressed the clean crystal-like glass, a lukewarm calming rage that kept the love-submerged room dark. Curtains were left undone, and the clock ticked past the shadows of morning; His breath could light your neck aflame as his warm hands but slightly cooler arms were wrapped around you, pale grey eyes like the thunder to the rain that poured outside, he took you in and the atmosphere hoping to never let you go.

Stay with me, a little longer...

Kalim Al-Asim:

💧Life for him has always been hectic and even he directly influences his own fast-paced life as a lot of things are on impulse which leads to a lot of unexpected events for you; the moment he realises he loves you, it's like the sudden moment of a drizzle to a shower of rain mid-day during the days of hot summers; Your clothes are drenched and yet you can't help but enjoy the moment of the sudden cold. Kalim automatically out to please you whether by giving you gifts, inviting you to visit his dorm, playing games till late into the night or trying to invite you to his home for the holidays.

💧He grows attached to you excessively and already plans a future for the both of you long into the days of time, a domestic life blazes his daydreams and he can't let go, imagining taking you to your favourite places and customising your home to your favourite aesthetic no matter how often it changes. He introduces you to his family quite early and from then on invited you to every ethnic celebration and holiday, bringing you to his home every school break as if you were already lifetime partners or a long-time married couple just returning home after leaving together for a getaway.

💧He respects you and treats you as if you were born above royalty, but drags you into the deep depths of his own culture and old traditions with a mindset of not forcing you into areas that are considered too much for you or directly contradictory to your own beliefs. He can't help however dress you into whatever fine silks he finds and getting them handcrafted to suit your desires; covering you in jewellery and presenting you with whatever reminds you of him, even slightly suffocating such adoration as he'll isolate you from others whether unintentionally by taking up all your time or a certain feeling of anxiety of being abandoned.

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A plush array of colours caress the skin of your feet identifying itself as a carpet rather than a piece of art in itself, a cushion taking hold of the rest of your legs and protecting your knees as you're presented with the low table; Rubys glowed across you, even in the finest silks and purest golds you could always distinguish those crystals of pure fire that kept you warm in the coldest of nights in the Arabian lands. White henna plastered his body, almost as pure as snow like the adoration he held for you tainted with the gold instruments that scattered his skin almost like chains of obsession that grasped onto you.

Will You Join Me on This Carpet Ride?

Vil Shoenheit:

💋Vil is constantly in the spotlight of social media and in slight fear of his fan's obsession towards you, specifically negative, He would try to keep you out completely from the public eye and going as far as making sure any public photos of him have you blurred; Over a long course of time he'll mention you to his fans constantly before finally allowing them glimpses of you but becomes hyper-aware of certain information not being noticeable such as location, he wouldn't want any unwanted stalkers or people who would try to harm you for him.

💋Days passed, months but most likely not years until he suddenly breaks a bit making himself believe this is the best way to keep you safe even if it's only for certain circumstances; As a master of poisons proclaimed by the residents of his dorm, small drops of poisonous liquid find their way one way or another into a meal of yours each day, the queen a master mind behind it all yet, wishes no ill intent as there once was a royal who became immune to poison by doing so why not treat you in such a manner and keep you behind a wall of ivy from potential illness or sickness by people who could cleverly craft your fall.

💋Vil receives gifts upon gifts alongside sponsorships and wishes to share them all with you but he makes Rook double-check everything more than once before finally taking the honours of handing you any desserts or products he thinks you'll like, and feels an ounce of pride when he sees you using them knowing it's because of his work you can proudly enjoy it. Going as far as teaching you how to use certain products correctly or just fully taking control and refreshing you for the day so you look even more striking and you won't have to do any work and instead melt into his care and adoration.

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The wind soared past you, a forest of trees shaking nearby as the rays of the sun were absorbed by all the sickly green leaves as the light became nor more until the orb of the night finally raised behind it all; flowers crowded the glass in all your favourite combinations never reaching the limitation of life, a young cottage sat almost comfortably within it all. The feminine-looking young man robed modestly in shades of magenta stood behind you wrapping his arms around you with his eyes tightly shut, were they broken or full of life, it didn't matter if it was for you.

Do You Like It?

Idia Shroud:

👾Idia is quite powerful in terms of technology and analytical thinking, being able to hack into other people's accounts or completely shut down a system or even go as far as doxing someone which he wouldn't normally do especially if he was in the right state of mind but having taken glance of your internet life and the peoples' adoration towards you a part of him wishes all those posts and attention from the public would be swallowed whole by tartarus and into the deepest parts where even Kronos doesn't reach and perhaps he did go that far, completely taking down everything but even he's not sure, it was in the middle of the night and can't remember what state of mind he was in.

👾At first it was a one-time thing and decided to completely take up your name to avoid you thinking about it and playing it off as an app glitch, guilt kept burying him but he couldn't even realise properly why he did it, until, you restarted a new account and he felt threatened once more the same time of night and the same place watching over your posts. As if a rage of death had taken over him, as unpredictable as a roll of dice but not completely uncertain as there are only six sides. Choosing to completely diminish your profiles once more and even going as far as deleting the apps and blocking the sites from your devices all in one strike of darkness; Fountains of blue hair covered his face once morning raises once more, the seeds of red had grown in him giving him authority over what shouldn't be his yet he took control so foreign but refined.

👾Idia spends nights thinking about what could be done and decides on using his younger brother as bait bringing you in, a natural friendly atmosphere from the younger shroud who eventually keeps you trapped in the underworld of gaming to bring happiness and light into Idia's world; Idia traps you in ignihyde, where the day never ends as there is no sun as the light is from the illuminating lights of futuristic technology and screens so bright they could look right into your soul.

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Amber eyes stole your soul and drag you down even further into an ocean of madness, a black vacuum of no stars enclosed the both of you in this world, a waxing moon guided the people in the young night with little to no light as the blazing star felt so much further than the orb of night. Saphire blue strands curled in the wind submitting to the atmosphere walking by your side, not a ghostly remain of people in sight as you enter the next hours of dawn until twilight in the metallic streets and markets with the lights still blazing on.

Stay By My Side, please...

Malleus Draconia:

🥀Nights are a fresh day here, sunrise and sunset two halves of one whole sharing the same side of a gold coin; The dragon-like fae had long liked your presence already deciding upon sending a letter to his grandmother back home informing her of finally finding someone who treats him like an equal and not a superior. The dark coffee-stained parchments drowned with inked words until the words start to sound more like futuristic hopes rather than present hours as he claims to bring you back to the valley soon; And, brings you he does in the guise of wanting to introduce you to his only blood-related family, unaware of your stay being permanently extended until the number of silks and robes being chosen for you personally by her higher have become known.

🥀Having been raise to be old fashioned in the arts of courting, it's almost quite distant with his choices as he trys to adapt to the way you're most comfortable and being unaware of certain modern social etiquete but asking Lilia may not always be the right choice, as the fae just feeds into Malleus' more animalistic desired deep rooted in his core. Being pushed straight into entrapping you in the walls of the castle dancing around you to all your desired like being trapped in a circle of mushrooms that aren't yours in a old fairy tale. Malleus has a great amount of power with possesivness to fuel the flamee, like a mighty beast protecting its lair, he takes anyone who approaches you as possible threat and over time choses to limit your contact with others unless a few circle of people if you beg him enough if it truly hurts you, he doesn't want to hurt you.

🥀He'll keep you alive for as long as he lives or even longer, even wishing to step down in is royal position slightly to let you have the real throne like you deserve in his eyes just as his grandmother had full control that crown should be yours. He turns into your most faithful servant and most loyal king, your true believer and worshiper answering to your every beck and call with its limits; He takes you out late at night to visit the stars and breaks crtain older traditions for a couple just to keep you close.

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A gold littered throne presented itself perfectly ontop of crimson blood carpet holding the shadowed memories of peopple that once were who tried to win your heart, the large almost towering glorified furniture held a sofa like posture as you took the space to do as you wish; The midnight painted fae stood right beside, his back hunched downwards his face peering towards yours as he watched the reflection of adoration of his eyes pulse in the lake of your twilight orbs.

I care about You and the state of You

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~𝕯𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖂𝖊 𝕲𝖔~

Days dragged on the calendar as minutes swam past longer than hours as if held back by a strong current that’s kept fish of seconds at bay. Those seconds were chaste only at the end of the dragging classes, the professors voices, a chalk scraping on the board, always prominent against the black and the noise irritating to half-asleep students.

The clock ticked, the last fish swam to the bay, the arrow on the clock coming to stop as the ranging of the bell charges through the hall. The cluttering is stationary as it re entered bags and the stampede of students blocking doorways to finally the collection of classroom as they ran to re enter the mirror chamber. The glasses of fortune drowning your body into dorm of Octavinelle, the sea witches glory bewitched into the satin colours of the deep dark blue, tinted hues of purple of fish within the coral.

Your body felt lighter than before, the burdens of class lifted staining you with slight tiredness and the anxiety of seeing your friend again after all those lessons. You bolted past the carpet tainted corridors, swiftly turning into the Mostro Lounge as your eyes diverted from clear glass aquarium , glass thin as ice, snowflakes of emotions within you, the fish once more greeting you and swimming away into the darkness.

The familiar knows of the grand piano swan in the air, as dining tables occupied groups of friends wishing to relax after a long day, your favourite duo was there and grim as you waved at them slightly.

Your hands still lifted up as you felt pressure on your shoulders, two long arm relaxed around your neck loosely and a head resting by yours. The familiar aquamarine hair, a strand of sickly seaweed green tickling your collarbone, and warm clouds of breath tickled your skin, goosebumps swarming as you knew who it could be.

“Aw, koebi-chan, you’re back finally”, The boys voice a slur of sincerity and tease, the slight confidence as he knew he’d just have to wait to have you back; duo coloured orbs of curiosity leaned into the direction of your affection, the flames of his eyes a curious yellow tinted with orange, a slight glare to the direction of your other friends.

Your turned around swiftly to take a look closer at your dearest friend, the one you held at a distance until the time you called upon each other, the only time he’d ever call you his. His arms released the binds from you, his glare suddenly softening and changing to face you in the eyes; his face elongating to a furious smirk, random adrenaline poking at him from sincere envy.

Reaching for you hand, smooth features grabbing roughly at your fingers, locking them in almost romantically if it weren’t for the the almost painful hold as he dragged you straight out of were you entered to the dorms. The tight walls almost too familiar, as rain poured in the days of open wounds in this chamber, scars that won’t fail even at the toughest enrage, and cry’s of pain into of muffled moans. Emotions didn’t rest here, they joined a pot of insecurity glossed over with interaction, the hope of platonic bites being enough to stifle the brain from memory of the pain.

Days like this were too common, the drench of time apart, and fears turning into moments, the soft embrace after the paint that would end with lying and no words uttered, moments wouldn’t shatter to the lack of expectations within these walls. The souls that tarnished the silk sheets stained grey and shades of crimson didn’t have a form of absolution, neither would fall into the water of purity to wash away regret, the heavens could only watch over them as their feelings would never go beyond what they already had.

The eel stood still for a few seconds, his hands letting go of yours as he turned away slightly, nimble fingers pressed again solid buttons, a slow painful pace as his mind clouded from the events of the day, gaze turned away not being to force his load upon you yet. As you undressed yourself over his covers, he couldn’t help but listen to your movement, the only person who would know he truly feels, without the ridicule of others and the drainage of their skin turning ghostly white from a glance, those orbs of rain.

It took a little while longer to rid himself of all his other clothes, sudden confidence spilling over him from the fountain of liberation, milky palms grazing over your features, almost too softly for the eel. Floyd was not one to be slow, his sudden movement and reactions told his personality as a whole but you were there to ground him from the current, the force of needing to be gentle on such days.

Your words spilled over his as his worried washed over you, the weights of balance tipping from side to side, kisses swiftly turning into bites, marks that would last for days only to be covered abs vanquished from eyes of others. Orbs of rain flashed lighting, the ocean of emotions lacking stability, dragging his vampire like teeth into top of your flesh, the crimson liquid flowed down a reminder of your similarity, the blood the same in you both, the burdens carried shall be swept into a stream of rain and acid.

A soft heartbeat could be heard pulling you forwards, the sacred sound of not being lonely, the singing voice of liberation for how many moment this may last. Floyd didn’t slow down with the current, his actions like sudden waves upon a ship of truth, his body pinning yours down, a hand clasping a wrist and the intuition of acceptance there, words were no longer needed. Just the belief of being good enough for you.

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~𝕯𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖂𝖊 𝕲𝖔~

Leona Kingscholar:

👑playing with his tail is a risky move, one only someone truly close to him would take or someone with worse luck and less brain cells then the Adeuce duo.

👑You ,however, well, are special in the eyes of the king. Touching his tail is both an honour and a challenge in his eyes; come crawling like a cub into his kingdom of a room and hunt for the prize.

👑Catching his tail in your paws, like a small cub admiring the small details in life; purring can be heard from the lazy lion, the new found sensation slightly stirring him.

👑One eye lazily opening, an emerald shining, a glint of curiosity beaming as he allows his tail to stray further, pushing into your face: A slight wack of hair , the punishment for sneaking into the cave of the king. Your giggles causing him to smile, just slightly.

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The sun beamed through the windows, a halo glistening over the head of the king, strands of pride over his face, not even a slight mess of being tense. A cool sensation of playful paws playing with his tail, enjoyment clear in the air, he couldn’t help but let out a small sigh and a gleeful grin.

Ruggie Bucchi:

🐾Playing with his tail or even touching it is an intimate choice from your side, a quick ticket to cause a blushing hyena and giggles covering up his evident embarrassment.

🐾Don’t misunderstand him, he’s willing to let you play with it for a price or even for free without a second thought if he has spare time but, being so close with you touching such a sensitive part stirs his emotions in ways he can’t understand.

🐾You can try grabbing his tail out of nowhere but like him it’s constantly on the move: swiping it one time and it’s suddenly moved position, swishing from left to right, a silent mock for such a feeble attempt.

🐾Let’s say you come out successful, a small yelp from the boy surprising those around, it’s both scruffy yet slightly soft, quite an amount of fluff to play with carelessly, he might not even feel it next time if you’re more careful.

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Grass paling into a yellowish glow, the beams of sunlight radiating the fields of savanaclaw. Spare trees shading a few students here and there, yet one you shared with a caring hyena; sat up and arms crossed, a puffy face to show. You listened to him complain about the past days and time to calm, allowing you to fluff and touch his tail as much as you want; embarrassment surfing through him as he hit his tail playful into your face , giving you a taste of your own medicine, his cackle echoing.

Jack Howl:

🐺Constantly hinting at you to use his tail as a pillow or to hold onto it like a cuddle toy, the act of intimacy making him feel closer to you, a new found joy blossoming within him.

🐺Please notice his attempts for your attention, it becomes painfully obvious over time he wants a few pets and hugs, as much as he can get (perhaps he’s more greedy than Azul), his tail swishing from side to side from even the slightest of contact.

🐺Pet it casually, cuddle it, even paw at it randomly while it swishes: his tail is free to use, first time he might blush a bit but his heart is racing from happiness. It’s a very soft and thick tail, the strands in large numbers and a bit messy, free to brush through.

🐺Let’s say, it’s the first time you catch on to his advances, the tail finally catching your curiosity. Grabbing onto it and trying to stop if from escaping your claws only earns you shocked smack by the tail, unintentionally by the wolf.

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The clock ticked, the wing striking past ten, the curtains closed with just some moonlight seeping through; the young wolf leaning back on the sofa, his doll like face drenched in moonlight, his express soft as you lay beside him. The feathery like tail in your grasp as you lay in the comfort of each other’s words.

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~𝕯𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖂𝖊 𝕲𝖔~

The white stained rabbit seemingly spent more and more time in the library, much more then should be considered healthy for such a student; The chair lounging in the library having become part of his uniform, the hours passing by shamelessly. Pages flicked carelessly, head glued to the table beside, thoughts wondering further then the passages of text provided.

The familiar rhyme of footsteps scattered into his ears, white fluff tilting just to adjust slightly more, he had to make sure it was him: it was. Body moving back to a suitable position, (perhaps, only in dire exams) movements almost robotic. A brow being raised from the familiar feline, a slightly questioning glance that seemed to bore into the back of his boyfriend’s head. This was all too normal, the recent days.

The glance burning circles into the back of the rabbits head, a illusion like sensation causing him to shake slightly, “Hello, Alan”. An utter, that’s all.

A hum is all that was earned in return, the cats arm already swinging round and onto Eddies shoulders, the contact causing a sudden jump. “Perhaps, you’re better off explaining why you’re avoiding me?” Tutted the feline. “As much as anyone wants to gain wisdom, this is by far unhealthy” though he wouldn’t know, not truly, spending days by the desk for such a gifted student was unheard of.

A sigh released again from feline, this time taking matters further into his hands, quite conveniently: soft palms graced the snowflake fur, leaning towards him into a soft embrace of lips. Gentler then snow, eyes both closed, Eddies face started heating up slightly more. The cunning cat released a little earlier then usual, his rough tongue never failing to amuse the shorter of the two.

“If you want my attention just take it. Don’t punish yourself for loving your boyfriend, as much as he loves you”.

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~𝕯𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖂𝖊 𝕲𝖔~

A soft paw grazed with claws grabbed onto the fluffier one, hands guiding to a place of new discovery, further away from any watchful eyes: Gossip was unnecessary for two, especially, a slightly anxious hare. “Are you sure this is a good idea, Alan?” Eddie questioned, both flowing willingly after the other, “What if someone catches us?” He added, slightly quieter this time, his voice softer then a feather, and as smooth as honey in a jar.

The black stained cat seemed unbothered by the possibility, his temperament calm as always, much calmer then the sea even on the clearest of days: his voice calm and reassuring, “Don’t worry, Eddie, No one comes in here”. Behind watchful eyes, even in between breaks, a silent space could be found.

The door clicked behind them, the sound being the loudest in the room before allowing peace to rush over them, the hares hand already grabbing onto the feline face. Quivering yet, certain, his eyes sealed shut while the felines lazily opening and closing taking in every drip of satisfaction he could. A sight only he gets to see, this moment seemingly broke time, the ticks of clock much slower. Quieter, and quieter. Silence.

The roughness of the felines tongue a warm sensation and the sudden assertiveness from his liver bring a new rush of adrenaline no drug could bring, and yet it was so addicting.

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~𝕯𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖂𝖊 𝕲𝖔~

🥀 Nights can be draining, time spent slaving away to complete another piece of document handed to him by the Prince, his word being simply law. No matter how important the task at hand, his mind can’t help but wander to his lover, the only man that could ever make him defy the laws power just for a little while. Just to spend some time with him, his only desire .

🥀Glancing upon the door continuously, perhaps one of those times you would show up, guide him back to bed and lounger with the one who mattered most. DDD in hand, messaging you a request would be more reliable, taking matters into his own hands was much more comfortable. He took pride in his love to you, fingers tapping impatiently as he awaited a proper greeting from you, time seemingly passing slower. Has the house doubled in size?

🥀Having finally caught a glance of you, a sigh seemed to release, your voice rather raspy still from sleep like classical music to his ears. An enjoyment. Choosing to finally abandon his tasks, he chose to resume his time with you, crimson eyes tainted with love; you were the first choice.

I hope I’m not disturbing anything, but perhaps sleeping with me will be slightly more comfortable. Hm?

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I fell a second time just for you, yet, I felt no pain only love through and through. The suffering of losing you could always be much more blood draining then the fall from Grace because if I had lost you, I would lose the last piece of heaven, I have access to.

Footsteps grew louder, closer and closer to the unexpected victim, yet, she didn’t back away. Shying away was no use and if someone was truly stalking her, well then, there would only be one way to find out. The door swung open, a slightly shorter figure approaching, half awake; eye lids drooping upon the sight of a missed presence.

The lions guard was completely released, his tail taking a relaxed tempo and just swishing with no desperate desire. Emerald eyes glistened, a low raspy voice releasing, “I’ve been searching for you everywhere, I wasn’t expecting to meet you here”.

Bao shook her head around, eyes glaring as they lowered ever so slightly at the male, her intuition telling her to be cautious and that perhaps she’s no longer in the place she called home but a completely new one. She had yet to see such an extraordinary being such as a beast man, a lion one she could presume no matter how prestigious the title it’s not something she felt she should worry by. Not yet. It’s his intelligence that truly mattered.

“Perhaps, you have me mistaken.” He voice rang in his ears rather abruptly. “But, I don’t know anyone like you. Yet, you’re quite memorable”, the last few words bleeding like venom onto the lions skin. His eyes scanning her questioningly, his fingers tapping tapping rhythmically.

He arched his back slightly, eyes now wide open, “I know you quite vividly, someone like you is quite hard to come by”, those didn’t mean to melt into an insult but his mood was decreasing and hand already aching. “Don’t joke with me, you know fully well what I’m capable of”, the atmosphere seemed to crumble at that sentence, seemingly to dry and open.

An open threat that fuelled her curiosity further, an ugly turmoil that caused her to walk steadily out of the room, not bothering to answer the man. Her eyes scanning the corridor only to push herself back on her heel upon seeing so many rushing students, too and forth between rooms, chatting echoing through the hall mercilessly.

Okay, perhaps, she was a lot further from him then expected. What will the brothers think ?

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~𝕯𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖂𝖊 𝕲𝖔~

🕊 He values his emotions but he’s been around for a long time, long before even the Morningstar’s fall, love is something yet he has to have experienced. It’s complicated to understand and has him constantly question wether what he feels to you to his platonic or a the beginning of a blossoming romantic experience.

🕊It’ll take some time before he even considers confessing, he wants to spend time finding out more about you and to see if you already have a romantic interest by your side. He values your comfort and chooses not to advance much if at all, not unless you make the advances first or Luke suddenly starts steering his caretaker in the right direction: Cake? Yep, Tea? Always, Simeon’s Helper? Already making advances for him.

🕊You might start to believe Luke wants this more then Simeon, of course that’s not the case, Simeon is just more subtle. Spending time with you after classes: studying, walks, late night games. This crush alarms a lot of people earlier around you, perhaps you’ve already caught on too, allow the Angel to carry on his advances though. You’ll be in for a nice surprise.

May you join me in the afternoon for a picnic? *smiles* It’s a lovely place.

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Whenever I see you, I can’t help but think: Perhaps, you and I were just meant to be May the sun not shine even on the clearest days, by your side, I’m sure everything will be okay. I love you, I love you now and forever. Do you feel the same?

Warning: Angst

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~𝕯𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖂𝖊 𝕲𝖔~

The clock ticked, slower each second passed, Time slowly destructed as pieces of the young faes memory kept breaking into smaller shards never forgotten; each molecular piece coming back to torment him every time the sun set leaving him to be punished yet again, his own actions coming to spoon feed him his karmic debt.

His hands dug into his skull, eyes tightly closed not daring to open them, no matter how painful it was to rewatch that memory, he didn’t want to lose the last piece of you he has: this is the only way to keep you by his side, even if it torments him to the grave. His body shook trying to snap him but this feeling, it was a drug, addictive from one look, not even a touch. No, he can’t touch you, not with the same hands who bared your blood, instead, his eyes which always carried the same softness and sincerity they did from the day you met chose to drink you in.

The same moment of your final day, his darkest day in front of him as always, but now he didn’t play a role, he was simply there remembering your figure: your only flaw, you were flawless. Maybe, that’s why fate took you away, you were too perfect to be with someone who was undeserving: so undeserving, yet, so entitled to believe he could take your life away. Overblot was no excuse, for playing God and even trying to be anywhere near an ethereal embodiment such as yourself, choosing your death over life. Now, he’s truly lost control. Every white feather stained crimson. Your glossy eyes, a glow slowly fading, now a scar he can’t wear proudly in his mind.

He learned to love and understand why love is needed for a being to exist; love is a powerful entity, much powerful then he could ever be. The painful truth about love, once learned, he chose to indulge and now his embodiment of love is gone, it chooses to destroy him. Devine punishment for ever choosing to feel an emotion beyond what happiness and joy could bring. It was only so long before love would destroy would them. But, I just can’t wait for love to destroy us.

And, It did.

A turmoil of emotions stained like ink onto the cartridge of his memory’s, your face drenched and fading away leaving nothing. His body heating up aflame a whisper leaving him, “You better not leave me, not yet”. All of this will just be a mess, he chose to keep going as long as he still has the illusion of you by him, but it was difficult for him and those around him but no one ever said it would be easy. Consolations of the man who raised him can’t save and redeem him now, no matter how superior his blood may be seen to yours, his was stained black and yours painted gold but not on him. The gold leaks blossoming roses painted black, the thorns blistering his skin and piercing his heart.

That heart once served the purpose of sharing your love, you sweet words locked away for him only, now it’s just a cog keeping the vessel alive, a vessel who should’ve been destroyed long ago. But, fear is a horrible thing, he feels the fear of living on and being empty, a sensation destroying all his being. Why was fear such a hard feeling to understand. A thing so powerful that it changed the perspective he views the world, yet, it has no true physical impact. It’s destroying him. The roses continue to blossom even further into his lungs. Blood stained petals. Is this what humans felt when they saw him? Is this the fear they felt? Now, he understands. They were right all along,

He is a monster.

Warning: Mentions of Injury and illness

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~𝕯𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖂𝖊 𝕲𝖔~

Riddle Rosehearts:

🌹Words of your condition travel first to the demanding Queen, his emotions running through a turmoil of anger, confusion and worry. How could you let yourself get sick ? You need to be more careful. He’ll let his dorm leading duties rest for a while, allowing the Adeuce duo to havoc for a bit.

🌹He let’s you get a way of doing what you want for some time but don’t confuse that with carelessness, everything will be done by the book, his lack of experience can’t cause him to be tardy. Especially, when he’s the son of a prestigious healer and you being his significant other, can’t allow for mistakes with your health.

🌹A book in his hand, a guide for him to help you, reading it out word by word to you allowing the both you to adapt and improve your condition. Falling Ill is a minor inconvenience but he’s there by your side constantly and even taking time out after your recovery to study by your side so you can get up to pace with your classes.

If you’re so thankful, perhaps, repay me with a kiss. *Taps cheek *, *laughs*Perhaps that should be a new rule.

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A weight was felt on your bed, Riddle having taken a seat by you, a guide to recovery in one hand and another caressing your forehead. Your temperature being checked regularly , his gloves always absent and instead the coolness of his smooth hands being greeted.

Leona Kingscholar:

👑Leona is no stranger to injuries, especially through Magic Shift, the players on his team going through excessive training to achieve extreme heights being a vivid image in his head, so when your scent goes amiss straying further and further into the path of the infirmary, his brain goes into overdrive.

👑The sight of your unconscious body causing him to shake slightly, nothing that previously happened could even occur to this. Emerald eyes widening a shaky hand gliding out to your face, gliding away any spare strands of hair. Breathing, he felt them increase in depth continuously, anger fuelling him. Whoever dared hurt you can only hope to be prepared when he finally gets his claws on them.

👑Your eyes not fluttering, not even slightly, no matter how much his eyes pierced through you as if checking if your hearts still beating under your skin. A sigh left him before he decides to slight lay his head next to you, begging sleep to take him and wake up in his room in a reality where everything’s fine.

Looks like I’ll have to look after you from now on, *kisses your forehead*. Okay, herbivore? Leave yourself in the hands of the king.

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The nurse having given Leona permission a while ago, he allowed himself to carry you back to his room, the bed being your temporary palace as he sat down next to you, knuckles under his chin as he hesitated: it’s safer to take you back to the familiar lands of Afterglow and let the royal nurses see to your recovery, fear still continuing to run through him. He wouldn’t spare any expense his title as Prince could give him, if it means you recover unscathed.His health be damned but not yours , never yours.

Azul Ashengrotto:

🐙Having lived in the sea of corals, far under the surface of the sea, cursed him with the lack of knowledge to common illnesses among land folk. He may have not fallen pray to one yet, but, seeing you grow weak from one makes him consider the value of boosting your immune system through healthier foods. I suppose, what persons loss is another persons gain.

🐙He doesn’t enjoy watching you be in pain, far from it, he despises it. How dare something so common as a bug, hurt his significant other so much. This nudges him towards asking other land folk for cures and searching the library for answers alongside watching your condition; The Monstro Lounge and dorm leader duties passed onto the capable hands of the Leech twins (More specifically Jade).

🐙If everything fails or chooses to disappoint, hell just have to go old school and find a traditional remedy from the sea of Corals; Specifically, Octo Mama. Mrs Ashengrotto will be there in a hurry, rushing to check on you the moment she spots your form, her scolding’s already reaching Azuls ears for not asking for her help earlier. Don’t worry, with Azuls care and octo mum’s magnificent meals, you’ll be back to health quicker then Floyd can haunt someone down.

Oh, Angel fish, forgive me for not being able to do more on my own. *caressing your hair lightly*

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The last stray unfortunate souls evacuated from the Monstro Lounge, the usual calm and proper dorm leader rushing around in a scurry, finishing everything up early. His hands full with the weight of both his and the twins duties, watchful eyes soul baring. “Are you two going to help or just watch rudely” Azuls impatient voice rang, “I have places to be”. Floyds eyes shook from side to side, growing dizzy from chasing Azuls body, “Allow me to finish things off” Jades voice rang calmly, gloved hand waving off the dorm leader to go see his significant other.

Kalim Al-Asim

💎Being someone both homeschooled and shadowed away from outside palace walls, it’s only reasonable he’s more likely to be affected by the common occurrences of illnesses as he starts socialising with people outside of his family and servants. He is no stranger to getting sick no matter how much Jamil try’s to boost his immune system through food. He can empathise with you, and makes a large effort to make you feel comfortable.

💎From buying you gifts to carpet rides, he’s tried every trick in his book, and even the book of wishes genies may receive. Trying his hand at cooking is another matter, having heard a warm meal helps with getting better, suddenly you’re sat in the kitchen by the counter while he acts out a whole show of comedy cooking you’ll see on early morning tv. Jars opened, spices scatted all over, even on his clothes (someone forgot to put on an apron), pieces of chilli and pepper missing the pan but at-least the soup is in one peace (alhamdulillah).

💎With a carefree smile on his face, he’s on his way serving you the soup a spoon in hand, ready to feed you, he’s very careful when feeding you. A lot slower of a pace then when cooking, an even wider smile then before hearing you enjoyed. Besides, good meals, you know he’s also going to have a keen eye on you dressing properly: no socks ? Put them on. No slippers in the kitchen ? He’s chasing you down until you dress properly.

Yalla habibti! *Takes your hand in his* I’m sure a carpet ride will make you happy!

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Giggles echoed through the halls, steps could be heard through the halls as your form rushed away from the ray of sunshine who was currently trying to hunt you down, slippers in hand. His clothes elevating and bandana almost slipping with how much he’s been chasing you, “I’m going to catch you!” He shouts playfully, hand nearly grabbing onto your clothes before you slip out of his grasp again. This charade sure is fun~

Vil Schoenheit:

💄An injury ? Something tainted his lovers poor body ? No, that can’t be, surely Rook is wrong. Yet, time and fate aren’t to be played with and the watchful hunter hasn’t been wrong yet; your injuries and destroyed mentality takes a toll on Vil. A Queen should be more caring of her subjects, and not let anything pass past her. Vil is someone who’s spent of his time shying away from things even remotely dangerous to his physical state but you having failed that has proven he needs to adapt and take care of you.

💄He’s by your side constantly, school be damned, you need him currently. With all the time he has to spend with you now, he’s taken both your physical and mental care into his hands: face masks? Check. Makeover? Of course. Relaxation? Like no other. Right now you matter most, at the end of this you’ll come out feeling like a completely new version of yourself, like nothing happened before. Be prepared for constant sleepovers, if you can’t move much, he’ll be there already by your side.

💄The dorm is left in the hands of ever watching Vice dorm leader, no one will dare step in line, no matter how long the unmatched beauty of the Queen isn’t present. He’s the kind of person to act almost like a grandmother towards you when looking after you, making sure not to push yourself and spoon feeding you hope.

Rest well, love, Get better for me. *caresses cheek* Okay?

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Smooth, porcelain like fingers clasped into the gaps of your hand, the doll like skin cool to the touch, a tingling yet gently sensation. Vil didn’t smile much, not when he knows you’re constant discomfort, instead a frown of worry seemed to dress upon the Queen. Soft lips ever so often meeting your forehead, the sad sigh leaving him ever so often as you weren’t recovering as quickly as he intended you to.

Idia Shroud:

🌷Idia stays in the comfort of his room most of the day, letting the hours pass, and because of such a self instilled fate he rarely falls Ill if ever from the lack of contact with just about anyone. His room is constantly dimmed, his firey hair, the perfect beam of light in itself and the warmth of his room always welcoming to both you and him so When Ortho comes running in staring your weak state, there’s only one option.

🌷Ortho, an unpredictable oracle seems to always catch his older brother off guard; Idia being in a difficult situation chooses to bring you back to his dorm room, surely, here it’s better for you. You have his company, his loveable little brother and the comfort of his games: The room is the perfect temperature to warm you up, straying you away from falling even more Ill or even passing it onto Idia. Idia wants you to enjoy the time with him, mostly video games and hugs but Ortho is one to warn about the side effects of sicknesses and what to do recover.

🌷The tables seem to have turned, and the roles changed: Suddenly, Idia is rapidly searching the web for home remedies and tips while Ortho seems to be running around as an errand boy back and forth from Sams Shop. You may as well thank Sam as he’s seems to have more up his sleeve then a few cheap trick and a deck or oracle cards. Ortho gains all new kinds of information to pass onto his elder brother. Don’t worry, Idia is an industrialise man, you’re in safe hands.

This should help, *Stirs a remedy*, Say Ah. Very good.*smiles*

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The little oracle like boy scurried around the ever developing shop, watchful eyes from the other side seemed to beam into him, Sam having got his attention after a few moment. “Well, HELLO, I can see you seem to be looking for some sort of cure” eyelashes lowering slightly, looking down at Ortho, “Perhaps, a bit of help is due”.

Malleus Draconia:

🪡Faes are made for extraordinary life spans, the crown Prince is by far no exception, however, that also means he doesn’t fall prey to such a small thing as an illness. If something where to occur, worry would rage through the halls of the palace worrying not just his faithful guards but his grandmother too. Such a thing being avoided all his life can only cause him to be curious with you and highly worried too; It’s safer to just retire to the walls of Diasomnia in his room, that way he can keep an eye on you. Don’t you agree?

🪡Malleus seems a bit unbalanced with his emotions, on one end, Fae magic is highly powerful and will surely help you recover, though, on the other end, you’re human and such an illness can have high effects on you: effects fae magic might not be capable of curing as faes never suffer through such an inconvenience. Having taken you to his room and allowing you to rest, he feels calm, he can have a watchful eye over you and with the help of Lilia, you should be comfortable. Lilia has lived far beyond the years of young Malleus, having seen the centuries, he must’ve learned a remedy or two: Finally it’ll come to use.

🪡Guards continue to watch over the room of the honourable prince and his beloved; Book in hand he choose to spend his hours graving through the pages, reading you the tales, the familiar story of the beauty fallen to eternal sleep. Perhaps, he should do that to you too, keeping you by his side forever. Caressing your hair, he chooses to cherish the small moments he receives with his beloved, far more time then he could ever beg the great seven for.

I’ll read you another tale, beloved. *turns page* This one feels like a distant memory of us, one that never occurred. Perhaps, we’ve met before, once upon a dream

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Lilia turned the pages of the bronzing book, magic pen in hand as he tried by all means to find a suitable cure: He’s been around for so long, surely he’s come across at least one. So, why now? Why now must he prove incapable of using his wisdom to help the young he raised? A sigh danced before his hand fingers glided towards another guide on the shelf. At this rate, his only chose may be to ask her majesty.

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~𝕯𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖂𝖊 𝕲𝖔~

Riddle Rosehearts:

🌹Tries to act calm in a situation of extreme discomfort but feels a slight panic, a constant anxiety that threatens into becoming a burst of anger towards whatever brought this situation. He tried to stabilise his emotions, angry words threatening to spill almost throwing him off edge, like the fall before a climb, he refers to your attention completely.

🌹Riddles childhood causes him to be more in touch with his feelings and senses alongside those who surround him; Comforts you in a way that he would want to be comforted, it gives off a strong sincere feeling.

🌹Comforts you with physical affection rather then words, the silence being welcoming not wanting to force you into talking. The whole feeling of affection hugs mixed with simple caresses makes any guilt felt melt away.

🌹Takes the next hours surrounded by you calm, barely any talking or even noise to not overwhelm you, but wouldn’t be against music in the background if it helps. The whole day feels like silk, smooth, the comfort of a bed welcoming you both to relax in each others embrace.

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“I know it’s difficult now and feels worse then anything that could come in your way but I promise better times will come, wether or not shared together.” - Riddle RoseHearts

Leona Kingscholar:

🦁 Very level headed in most situations, but this feels almost out of his control, mixed emotions but never present in a way that would further your discomfort. He puts this situation above how he feels, every time.

🦁His past would’ve caused his view on life to take dramatic changes from positive to negative within minutes; Yet, he’s learned to hide suppress any emotions that could perceive him as weak to protect his pride and chances of success.

🦁He comforts you in a way that he could never have been: the words of encouragement and praise, the contact of skin to skin reminding you that he’s there for you. Moments of silence where he wishes he could’ve done more, protected you better buts it’s too late.

🦁He encourages you to rest, the next hours spent as he waits you to fall asleep, listening to your steady breathing but he’s conscious this whole time. His whole body almost burning as guilt wraps around him for not being able to help better, to be able to understand your emotions better.

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“You’ve done well” “You’re so strong, that you’ve managed to deal with so much” “Its not your fault, it never will be. I promise” “Dont be afraid, I’m here now” - Leona Kingscholar

Azul Ashengrotto:

🐙 Taught himself overtime to be represented as serious and calm yet sly, that’s how the outside world views him. Within, the world of his own small bubble, created through years of bullying, everything slowly starts to crumble; His emotions matching yours.

🐙The years of bullying and the ambition to change every part of himself that will continuously be viewed as negative makes him sensitive to other people’s emotions. The slight details of motion and reaction catching his eye but chooses to ignore those outside those of his bubble, protecting himself from anymore harm.

🐙His comfort is physical and verbal, broken words mixed with his fears of what happened to you threatening to spill from venom lacking lips. His icy skin feels like heaven against yours, the constant of holding hands and body against body feels almost sentimental, a luxury he lacked all those years ago.

🐙The next hours are just him and you, remaining business left forgotten, contracts spilled across desk value nothing, as the only thing he could wish for is to be by your side. Quiet hours, low encouragements but within the silence of your rest, his eyes threaten to spill tears, could he have done something more to stop your pain?

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“Don’t worry, I’m here now” “The Mostro Lounge doesn’t need to open today, It’s okay” “Rest now, okay?” “What could’ve I done more, to stop this?” “Have I failed?” - Azul Ashengrotto

Kalim Al-Asim:

💧 Confusion mixed with worry is undeniable, He tries to be around you constantly maybe even overwhelmingly, the trust he puts in you above anyone else is obvious and yet he didn’t realise something happened ? He’s ashamed of himself but won’t let you see, no, you matter more.

💧Years of homeschooling, the lack of social contact outside those chosen for him, does wonders of realisation of what happens when you’re no longer sheltered. The years start to spill when he tries to help you, a little too energetically, but eventually calms down both you and himself.

💧His belief of comfort feels plastic, superficial gifts in exchange of bringing him discomfort, calming words built upon lies and expensive gifts just to keep him quite and closed within himself.He chooses to calm you down with silence, a time to vent whatever you have to say, and he’ll never judge just display intimidate gestures.

💧He encourages you to have something warm to drink, your voice horse and in need of a break, most likely, Shai Adeni, the sweetness of the tea comforting. Tries to lul you to sleep with coping words and holding you close.

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“Talk to me, I’m here for you” “Never forget I love you” “Shh, everything’s Okay, just rest now. You’re safe by my side” - Kalim Al-Asim

Vil Schoenheit:

🍎 Perhaps a little too serious and vicious with his chose of words but he can always be gentler to those he loves, and yet the one he loves is in distress. Was it his fault ? Was he too harsh ? A facade starts to crack, anger mixed with sadness starts to spill. He really is a monster.

🍎Time and time of being seen in the wrong light, the constant reminder of only being able to play the villain changed him, the need to be best and be reminded of it. Thriving off loving comments, he’s nobody without acceptance of the public. Yet, you make him forget who he is, turning him into a completely different person, a person who’s almost empathetic visually.

🍎His comfort is words of encouragement, constant compliments of you and who you truly are, the soul that makes him change and shakes him to the core. Without you, he’s truly nobody so to you he wants to be your support, the one you come rushing for help just so he can lift you up and remind you of who you are.

🍎A spa and comfort day goes into play, the way he helps you make you feel better about yourself and your day, smooth caresses that transport you to a whole new realm of just you two, like a meadow with a single willow tree covering the both of you, the escape you both need .

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“Look at me, we’re in this together” “You’re much better then this, okay ?” “No one else can compare to you” - Vil Schoenheit

Idia Shroud:

👾Temptation, it’s the only way to put, Temptation to destroy whatever caused you to be like this but he knows he can’t, anger bubbling up inside him but he chooses to stay silent. The realisation that he could be the reason behind your pain, surfacing, what has he done ? How can he get you to be okay again ?

👾The discomfort of communicating with others shows he’s lacking in social skills, the years of keeping to himself only made him ambitious and maybe even slightly aggressive to those he can’t stand. He thrives off your acceptance of him, the fact you stay by his side fills him with a passion, so please don’t push him away now.

👾His comfort towards you feels more as if he was trying to comfort himself, the offering to watch a movie or series together, an undisturbed silence throughout as he takes his chance to hold you close. His mind is rose well only hearing out if you were to talk, the uncertainty of what to do is masked, taking out a video game in hopes of occupying each other’s mind.

👾The sound of a series turning into a background noise as he lays you down next to him in a more comfortable position, his phone in his hand, minutes passing by turning into melancholic hours. Questions fill his mind, intrusive thoughts reaching a breaking point before his whole body suddenly shakes bringing him back into reality, a warm kiss placed on you before he too lays down.

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“Movie? If you’re in the mood” “I got a new game recently, Two player, how about it ?” “Are you hungry? Oh, shh, don’t worry. Just carry on sleeping” - Idia Shroud

Malleus Draconia:

👑Distant but concerned, a genuine concern that almost hurts making you question yourself but he won’t force you to talk, he never does. The concern masks over the war going inside of him, what happened? Something out of his control? Or was he the problem?

👑A future powerful figure is unquestionably always been feared, the magic he possesses almost unbeatable. You were different, you accepted him and chose not to fear him, but it’s not easy to burn away past scars, the constant reminder of being akin to monster still layer thinly underneath his skin. Never realise, never listen to the others, is all he can hope you do.

👑He only has one goal from no one, to never let you feel the same pain, wether having you constantly under his protection or changing some of his ways, you mean much more to him then the views of those outside his ground. A walk is what he’ll offer you most, the comfort of letting you tell him all your problems and insecurities with a few suggestions of help in between.

👑He’ll carry you back to his room, the light scent of wood being burned in the background spreading a calming and heartwarming feeling as the fire heated the room. His hold gentle but slightly firm, a reminder he’s always been by your side and will continue to do so. His proclamations of love in your sleep is slightly painful like thorns on a rose, his words spilling blood towards those who hurt you.

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“What’s on your mind? Share, I won’t question” “I’m always open to spend time with you” “I’m much nicer then some claim, Don’t worry, Okay my love?” - Malleus Draconia

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Riddle:

🌹 At first a bit hesitant, He hasn’t had much contact with animals due to his strict childhood, the most he’s had was the hedgehogs which he’s grown to love.

🌹A bit hesitant at first, will it hurt him? Will he hurt it ? But, warms up to the affectionate little thing once he realises everything is fine.

🌹Your ferrets playful nature reminds him a bit of the positive traits of his underclassman, making him grow quite fond with it, looking after it when you’re gone or just popping in randomly with some snacks for it.

🌹Overall, Heartslabyul is known to have students of curious nature and Riddle is no exception.

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Time has passed since having first met the curious little familiar, growing close with it for the sake of Yuu, only to grow to love its playful nature. A slightly intimidating air surrounded the short dorm leader, words of punishment leaving him continuously, grim and the Adeuce duo falling victim; the ferrets fur thick between Riddles fingers, the warmth keeping him calmer then usual. Grim grew annoyed, an a very whisper leaving him “stupid, ferret, why does he get all the attention?”, “Did you say something Grim?, Hm?”.

Cater:

🐇His eyes widen in curiosity when he firsts meet the little thing, already referring to it by some sort of cute nickname or ferret-chan. Has not interacted with such a familiar before but has seen it Magicam when pets were trending.

🐇Starts jumping towards any opportunity to hold it, growing a sort of warmth to it instantly,already asking to take pictures with it and group pictures to later post to Magicam.

🐇Is used to looking after animals, thanks to the queen of hearts rules and helps from time to time to look after it, during those times he doesn’t take pictures, just enjoying the time spent with Yuu and their familiar.

🐇Definitely shows off the cute thing to the rest of Heartslabyul any chance he can.

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Darkness was upon them in the corridors of Heartslabyul, stars and lanterns beaming with a light and shining onto the terrace, a young figure relaxing in the darkness. A noodle of fluff leaning in to be continuously stroked, a sigh leaving from time to time as the teenager reminisces the time spent with Yuu that day leaving words to take over him, the ferret being his only listener and bearer or truth. “You really are adorable.”

Jade:

🐚A ferret? What a curious little thing. The little thing just furthers his curiosity and need to observe Yuu further but, well, he can allow himself to be sidetracked for a moment to pet the cute familiar.

🐚He’s quite busy with all the work at the Mostro Lounger and further more with hunting down clients that Yuus presence and the familiar hand in hand allows him to relax for a while.

🐚He grows warm to the creature over time, getting closer gradually where he no longer is hesitant to hold them. Gently petting them during your little conversations or booping it’s noise just to the see reaction it’ll give.

🐚Pay close attention over time, you might spot the times where he carries the ferret showing all the variations of mushrooms he collected to it and mumbling a few words of affection for Yuu towards it.

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“Hm? Oya”The younger of the tweels looking up from his position to be met with the furry thing, Yuu standing as they introduced the creature watching a small smile form on his doll like skin. “It’s adorable, Yuu” he says, the words echoing in the aquarium based office, the room lacking the rest of the octa trio as they were busy.

Floyd:

🦈Unlike, his younger twin who grew curious of nature on land, Floyd barely studied the creature and continued to learn over time. This being one of his learning moments as he looked at you with a curious look, what is it Koebi-chan?

🦈Eyes glistening with a new found curiosity as he took the ferret out of your hand; he enjoys petting the little thing, surprisingly not growing bored of it. Slightly rough while petting it, but doesn’t mean any real him towards it, he wouldn’t do that to you.

🦈He grows warm towards it instantly, sometimes randomly showing up to Your dorm just to see you and the ferret sometimes bringing food for it. Showing up at random times, even dragging along his brother from time to time.

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Quick footsteps from behind you echoed, slight cry’s leaving the students as they moved out of the eels way in a hurry. “Koebi-Chan!!”, Turing round in a quick motion as arms grabbed around you into a tight squeeze, the little ferret being pulled into the embrace as well, “how are my two favourites doing?”

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Light radiated muffling anything in her sight, noises overwhelming her ears as her eyes started to clear, a low sigh escaped as she lifted herself up. The soft covering of a bed underneath her comforting yet foreign, colours no longer matching those in the house of lamentation causing sirens to go off in her head, where was she?

Lifting both her hands and the search around the room meeting with a mirror proved she was still the same, nothing besides her awakened destination changed, a heavy relief as the rest of her mind went through the rest of the problems she might face.

Feet touching the ground and curiosity washing over her, the feeling of a place yet to be explored opening a gate of possibilities balancing out the challenges she feared. Twirling around her body swiftly, her shimmering eyes took in her surroundings completely, only to land on a coffee stained envelope.

Bronzed leaks blossoming on what was once white and clean, unpredicted patterns ripped slightly apart as slender fingers parted the envelope, a ringing in her head unstopping and warning. What if it’s not her to open ? Does matter? She’s already come so far.

One last deep breath to calm herself overcame as she wished upon herself that she wouldn’t be tressing upon someone else’s privacy; unfolding the paper came an array of words in cursive writing, the letters rushingly joined and stains of ink played on the sheet. Gold inked curious blue yes skimmed, pupils widening ever so slightly.

Bao-Yu, her name printed clearly at the very top.

The brothers must be playing a trick on her, falling victim to one of their pranks or perhaps Satan grew bored of annoying Lucifer and chose to change target or perhaps the over enthusiastic prince of hell chose the days were growing dull once more and decided to separate everyone in attempt of a fun challenge. A chuckle left her only to be short lived, a name as if In bold, Leona.

Did she know someone by the name of Leona? Surely not, never once in the halls of her school had she come across such a demon yet, why were the pink hues words stating otherwise. Named characteristics of hers and things that seemed to real to be a dream.

An overwhelming feeling taking over her, hands shaking ever so slightly as the worst possibilities bled into her mind, knuckles turning a dark pink. A dark emotion taking over the deepest part of her heart as her breath caught in her throat, the images of someone having watched her all these years striking into her heart, a sin-stained rose blossom as crimson petals of her mistakes fell. Did she drive herself into this?

Petals staining blood, heartfelt words and I love yous a distant memory and no longer important in the letter for who was this person for they never once met.

The click of the door echoing in the room,

Was it them?