AHA Gotcha!! YESSS They Have So Much Potential That's Kinda Glossed Over In The Main Story (I Undestand,
AHA gotcha!! YESSS they have so much potential that's kinda glossed over in the main story (I undestand, of course, that the plot has to move forward and there's no time to go in depth about every single instance), so I really like to explore it and their feelings on the matter, and it's a lot of fun to try to get into their minds! I'm glad you liked it as well!
With care,
Bee ♡
[Valentine's first spring - Riddle Rosehearts]
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Summary: Autumn passes by, with winter following closely. You stay, keeping his heart safe. You stay, and Riddle craves you more than anything in this world.
Notes: gn!reader, fluff with a bit of angst, riddle's mother is it's own warning, wrote this in like an hour while listening to Valentine by Laufey and First Love/Late Spring by Mitski
The wall was red. Not too vivid, to not hurt the eyes to look at, but not quite light enough to be pink. Riddle remembers clearly, the hours of staring at it, locked in his bedroom, marked it in his memory, burnt a hole and stayed at the back of his mind. Sometimes, if he closes his eyes long enough, he feels as if he's staring at that wall again.
As a child it felt agonizing. He stared and stared and stared, trying to will his brain to keep quiet for a little while, to stop thinking. He never managed to do that, not like the other kids, who always looked so cheerful, without a care in the world, only thinking about the present moment. Riddle wasn't like them, he never was. His brain didn't look at the wall and wondered about what the next episode of a cartoon would be or what sweet he would eat next or what prank he'd pull with his friends.
No, he wasn't like these misbehaving brats, his mother told him so. He thought about the exercise he couldn't get right and his mother's disappointed frown. What should he do to be better? He didn't want to be burden, the least he could do was get a simple exercise right. Other times he would think about the high grade he got on his latest test. His mother looked pleased then. Not happy, she was never happy, not around him. Perhaps if he only put more effort into studying, if he followed the rules, if he did everything as she told him to, perhaps then she would smile and tell him he did a good job. She loved him, she told him so. It just didn't feel like it, sometimes.
After meeting Trey and Che'nya, he stopped looking at the wall for a while. He was happy, he couldn't stand that reddish color anymore, nor his stray thoughts. He met a blue sky and green on the streets and the world was full of color. He bid the wall goodbye for good.
Even so, he missed staring at it when his free time was taken away from him. Back when he still could, his mind would rest a little and he could pretend he was doing it out of his own free will, not because he didn't have any game to play or any non academical book to read or any candy to snack. The books were nowhere as comforting as that familiar red shade. His chest ached. He wondered if that was what love felt like.
After his overblot, Riddle was lost. He was thankful for your help, for you stopping him from commiting even more mistakes and making him see how he was doing things wrong. Still, he couldn't help but resent you a little for opening his eyes, forcing him to leave the comfortable zone he was in.
He was taught to follow the rules, since it was the right thing. Naturally, everyone should do the same. Have their mother's never taught them how to behave? Riddle could do the job, put everyone in line, make Heartslabyul follow proudly in the Queen of Hearts' steps.
But the rules weren't always right, human nature was a complicated thing, there would always be exceptions. He couldn't expect everyone to act like him when they weren't brought up the same way. He should have been more considerate to their feelings, stopped to hear their justifications before collaring them mercilessly.
Riddle had never wanted to be a tyrant. He only ever had wanted to be a good ruler, someone his subordinates can count on.
He continued to be lost as he stared, alone, at the cooking book's instructions. Trey was so kind to lend it to him, even after all the mess he had made, even after everything he had put him through. He still smiled at Riddle and tried to help, in his own way.
Riddle wanted to cry, then. He wanted to apologize over and over, to thank Trey until he couldn't talk anymore, to ask why didn't he stop him sooner, why did no one tell him he was wrong, why did his mother mislead him so? He felt like a child, so small and pathetic. A lost child, at that. He refused to let the tears fall and only thanked Trey politely with a strained voice. From his firend's pitying smile, he could tell Trey saw through his façade easily, but didn't comment on it, letting him save the last bits of his dignity.
Wallowing in self pity wouldn't fix his mistakes nor get the tart done. He should get started as soon as possible and follow all the steps perfectly to bring a most satisfactory result. Although he couldn't find the measures for the secret oyster sauce Trey had told him about.
There's a sudden noise at the kitchen's door as someone enters, surprising him. Riddle turns around, not expecting any company, much less yours.
"Prefect. Have you forgotten something here?"
"No, I didn't. I wanted to see you, actually."
There's dread in his gut and his hands tremble slightly. He's not sure how to act after the stunt he pulled, after he had put you in danger on your first week, after he broke down crying in front of everyone. Perhaps you're here to demand a better apology or to mock him. So be it, he'll take it all gracefully.
"Oh? What for?"
"I want to help."
There's a soft smile on your face, determination shining in your eyes as you roll up the sleeves of your uniform and look around for an apron.
"Excuse me?"
"You're excused." Your smile turns into a playful grin and you let out a victorious sound as you put on the apron you found laying on the corner.
He's baffled. What were you talking about? Ace made it very clear he should do this alone to prove he was truly sorry for his past actions.
"I'm... not sure if I understand."
"Well, it's just that I didn't want to leave you alone after... uh... everything." You make a motion in the air with your hands, as if it would be enough to sumarize the whole disaster that had transpired. "You don't have to isolate yourself, you know. You can count on us if things get too tough."
There's a strange lump on his throat and he swears he has stopped breathing. What were you talking about? Why were you being so kind to him, of all people? You haven't even known each other for that long and he has only caused you trouble the whole time.
"Also, I had a lot of fun baking with the guys! I want you to have fun too! The more, the merrier, and all that."
You walk to his side in order to look at the book, all smiles and confidence in a pink apron. He stares at you in shock, scooting away as soon as your elbow makes contact with his. He feels tingles on the place, as if your touch could burn. You pay him no mind, reading carefully the list of ingredients.
"Alright, sounds easy enough. Let's get started, then!"
"Wait. You don't have to do this. I don't need your pity, prefect, I can handle myself just fine."
Riddle wants to slap himself as soon as the words are out of his mouth, but he couldn't let you help. He needed to this alone, that's how he's always done things. Your stare makes him want to scream in frustration. He doesn't understand it, it isn't the disappointed one his mother gave him, nor the pitiful one from his dormmates. If he looked long enough, he would have concluded it was an understanding stare, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
"I don't pity you, Riddle. You knew what you were doing and you deserved to hear those things from Ace."
His breath hitches and he's never felt so ashamed before. It feels worse than a slap, to have the truth thrown at him like this. His actions mocking him, his own faults tightening the collar around his neck.
"Still, I can see you truly regret it. And it doesn't feel right to just leave you alone. Don't get me wrong, you're not my charity project or anything. It's just... I understand how hard it is to start again, to try to be better. And it's so much harder when you feel like no one is by your side."
Like an open book, Riddle feels you can read every line from his being, that his thoughts are yours to pick apart. Is he so obvious? He feels rooted in place, a poor fool waiting to receive his sentence at your mercy.
"You're not a bad person, Riddle. I can see that. So, let's start again, together."
Your smile looks too much like the light at the end of the tunnel, like some sort of salvation. His chest expands and contracts again as his breathing resumes, he gulps the dryness out of his throat and blinks firmly, holding the tears in. Suddenly, he doesn't feel as lost as before.
You extend your hand at him, expectantly. How could he deny that? Sparkles fly on his skin as your hands touch, the gentle feeling like nothing he's ever felt before. How did you manage to make him feel like he's floating, like everything will be alright, like there's a shock running through every single bone of his body?
"Come on, we've got a tart to do!"
"Yes. Let's do this." He can't control his facial muscles, a little smile forming on it's own.
Only after both of you had gathered all the ingredients did he remember something.
"There's just one more thing."
"Yes?" Your attention focuses solely on him, head tilted slightly and he feels at the top of the world to have you looking at him like that.
"We don't have any oyster sauce."
The cute inquisitive expression falls from your face, a carefully neutral one taking it's place, making him fidget on his spot, worried he might have done something wrong. He truly didn't want to ruin things with you, not when everything has started to feel right again.
"Why would we need any?"
"Trey has told me it's an unlisted secret ingredient that all the finest bakers use..."
He watches, mesmerized, as your expression cracks, a giggle leaving your lips, followed by another and another until you're full out laughing, eyes crinkled so hard they're almost closed, teeth exposed and chest heaving, pure joy flowing through you. It's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard.
Still, he's not sure if he should feel hurt or offended that you're laughing at him. He settles on confusion, not wanting to jump into conclusions.
Once you've calmed down enough to speak again you explain, between giggles sweeter than sugar, that it was only a joke Trey had pulled on you as well.
The embarrassment creeps up his spine and makes his face blush, cheeks warming up. He would have been mad, had it happened a few days ago. And yet. Your happiness is contagious, making a laugh break out from him, joining the chorus with your melody.
It feels so silly, laughing together in the kitchen like that, but he's not lost anymore. The air is comfortable once more and it feels sweet on his tongue, it feels like home.
As the time passes, you grow on him, you make a place for yourself in his life, to the point he can't remember how he's ever lived before you.
You study together, you listen to all his explanations attentively, he answers any questions you might have, you make sure he's taking breaks. You take him on walks around the campus, hand clasped in his. You rope him into snack runs, sharing with him a piece of whatever you're having.
You give him hugs without asking anything in return, your arms open and oh so inviting, so alluring. You tousle his hair when you're feeling playful, fixing it gently when he complains. You give him a kiss on the cheek when you're proud of one of his accomplishments, loudly congratulating him.
He's never had this before. No one has been this affectionate with him, so openly and unashamed. No one has treated him like he's precious, like you do.
Riddle craves you. He has never desired something so fiercely before. He has never had the chance.
The next best thing he could compare the feeling to was to a strawberry tart. Not any strawberry tart, but Trey's parents' bakery's strawberry tart. Whenever he gazed at the window he would see it on display, the red color calling to him. His mouth salivated just thinking about how it would taste should he take a bite of it, the sweetness exploding on his tongue. Maybe he could satiate the aching whitin him, fill that empty hole and feel happy. Then, his mother's voice would play on his head, reprimanding him for even thinking of consuming that amount of sugar. He'd look away, ashamed, but the red strawberries would always pull his eyes to them again, like a magnet.
Whenever he saw you, he felt the same ache on his chest, but stronger. A yearning to see your smile, to feel your warm hands against his, taste the most delicious red from your lips. Just from having your attention on him it felt like lady bugs dancing on his stomach, making his heart accelerate, face flushing. He craves you, more than any strawberry tart in the world.
It scares him. He's never felt like this, never felt this strongly for anyone. He's still young and sorting his life out, he doesn't even know what he wants to become without his mother's overbearing demands. He's figuring himself out, getting lost in the maze of his feelings. He's always acted older than his age, always complied to his mother's desires, and now he feels younger than ever and he's scared.
Riddle wants you to like him back, desperately so. Still, he can't bear to imagine you saying you love him. The thought leaves him breathless, his chest aches and aches and aches for you and he doesn't know what he'd do without you.
Autumn passes by, with winter following closely. You stay, keeping his heart safe. You stay, and Riddle craves you more than anything in this world.
The fresh breeze of spring brings forth the scent of the flowers scattered across the garden. Riddle can hear birds singing at the distance and the sun's warmth settles pleasantly on his skin, warming up his bones. It's as if the flora has come to life, buzzing in excitement for the season.
There's nothing prettier than your smile directed at him, nothing else that could make him feel like he's lost control of his heartbeat.
Your hands are behind your back and you have a spring in your step as you stop right in front of him. You ask him to extend his hand and he does so, watching intently as one your hands takes his and brings it to your lips, tenderly pressing a feather light kiss on the back of it. His eyes are blown out, his lips drying and heart running wildly.
"These are for you."
A bouquet of flowers in red shades is given to him, your other hand making contact and holding his. A smile blooms on his face, stretching his red cheeks as a loving sigh leaves his mouth.
"Thank you. They are lovely."
"Just like you." You wink playfully, sticking your tongue out a bit and letting go of his hands. He has to stop himself from reaching out again, missing your warmth terribly.
Riddle clears his throat and motions at the other side of the small round table he's set up. "Please, have a seat."
You do as he says, admiring the decorations he's prepared. Between the red and white roses of the garden, the two of you share a cup of milk tea and a strawberry tart. The conversation flows naturally, telling each other how your days have been and how things are going. Riddle could listen to you all day, every story you have to share captures his interest as easily as you've captured his heart.
It's such a domestic scene, the two of you. Riddle thinks that's what love must feel like. Like a warm embrace, or like the sweetness of the tart melting on his tongue, or like your smile. Not like a red wall and a disappointed frown.
The sun sets in a hue of reds, the sunlight creating a dream like atmosphere between yourselves. The way your relaxed face reflects the colors makes Riddle feel full of affection. He's content, he realises. He wishes he could share a million other moments like this with you, a million other springs.
"It's beautiful." You comment, breathless. You're not looking at the sunset anymore, though. Your gaze is on him and only him, as if he's the most important thing in the world. "You're beautiful." Your voice is filled with sincerity and something else, something that makes his heart ache with yearning, something that makes him want to hear you say that again and again.
It feels so much like a confession.
He can't help but blush, red like his hair. He's never had this before, he's not sure how to react. So, he blurts out the first thing he thinks of, the truth slipping from his lips.
"You're beautiful too."
It feels like a promise.
You look surprised, eyebrows rising and mouth opening. He's surprised too. And then you laugh, honey dripping from the sound. You look pleased as you take his hand in yours, lacing your fingers and squeezing it gently.
The table is small, small enough for you to lay your elbows against it and come closer to his face, for your other hand to cup his red cheek and bring his face closer to yours. Riddle is lost in the moment, closing his eyes and tilting his head, his free hand resting against your shoulder.
As your lips press together, Riddle feels elated. His fingers tremble and grip harder onto you, not wanting to let you go. The kiss is slow and so tender, so sweet. He can taste the strawberries on your tongue, can feel your thumb caressing his cheek. You deepen the kiss and he lets out a whimper from deep within, a sound filled with sheer want. He lingers over this moment, wanting to commit it to memory, carve it on his soul.
You pull back, separating your lips. Riddle chases after you, wanting more, needing more. You giggle and nuzzle your noses together, such an innocent act that it feels more intimate, somehow. You've got his heart on your hands and you hold onto it with the utmost care, so much so that he can't feel himself ever regreting this. If he could, he'd like to kiss you, and only one, for the rest of his life.
"Riddle." The way you say his name is soft, not breaking the moment. "Will you be my valentine?"
He opens his eyes and traces every inch of your face, his hand moving to the back of your neck and pulling you closer. He gives you a chaste kiss, trying to satisfy his craving enough to be able to get the words out from his throat without choking on it.
"I'd love to, if you'll have me."
Your answering smile is exactly what he needs. Your lips connect again, it feels a lot like love.
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i’ve become the villain’s lover!
summary: You have the worst luck in the entire world to be transmigrated into a novel as some faceless side character, where the most notorious villains in the story won’t leave you alone. (ft. Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia, Malleus).
notes: 12k words, scenario, fluff, mentions of violence, reader gets injured once, heavily based on my love of cheesy isekai/reincarnation/villainess manhwa
All of your problems started with the book your friend lent you.
You didn’t even want to read it at first, but you took the copy because she wouldn’t stop pestering you and spamming you with texts. The title—I’ve Become the Villain’s Lover!—was embossed gold, and the cover picture had seven beautiful men lounging around a woman with brown hair, the woman gazing wistfully into the distance. In short, it was so cheesy it sent chills down your back.
You really weren’t going to read it. But that summer night was hot and humid and you had nothing better to do than stare at the television and stir around your half-melted ice cream. So when you saw the book on the edge of the kitchen counter, you thought, why not? and opened it up.
If it was bad, you would stop after a few pages. But the television kept droning on as you read, and your forgotten ice cream was now melted slush in its bowl, and soon you were halfway through the story.
The premise itself was simple enough: the heroine, Hera Winn, was the treasured daughter of a down on his luck baron. He sent her to the city to make her debut, and after a series of mishaps, she ended up running into the crown prince, Malleus Draconia, who fell in love at first sight. However, the crown prince was feared by his subjects, and rumors swirled around about his fearsome power and his family. To make matters worse, six other men fall in love with Hera. The cherry on top? All seven men were notorious villains, feared by people far and wide for their cruelty.
You were still a few chapters away from the ending when your eyes started drooping; it was impossible to keep them open, even though you were dying to text your friend. It was deliciously bad, in an over-the-top and campy way, and you appreciated how self-indulgent the author was. Seriously, why would seven villains even fall for an ordinary person? It was way too contrived.
Whatever. You could call her tomorrow.
You closed your eyes, and when you opened them again, you found yourself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. Oh no. No way. This wasn’t what you thought it was, was it?
Conveniently, there was a hand mirror next to you, and when you stared into the frame, the face of a stranger stared back at you.
Your worst fears had come true. You’d transmigrated into I’ve Become the Villain’s Lover!
Shit. You were never going to read another book in your life.
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holds out the mic to you cause I just octotrio l/tweel thoughts I love—but I wonder what do you think about the tweels parents /azuls mom do you have any lil theories or thoughts to what they may actually be like?
HI ANON!!! in fact, I do!
first, there's canon info about their families in their character fact sheets! (Azul, right at the beggining, and the twins, closer to the end, after Jade's bedroom image.) taking these in consideration, I'll go on about how I think they might be more personality wise.
firstly, Azul. as I mentioned in my Azul brainrot, I think his mom is similar to Ursula, in the way that she's confident and elegant, a true sight to behold! I imagine they looking physically alike too, but not so much as Azul's grandmother did. I think her hair might be longer and wavy, that she wouldn't wear so much makeup and that her eyes are bigger. though in personality, you could see some similarities, as Azul's mother is classy and higly intelligent. she's also very iconic, running an indepent restaurant, getting a divorce to not stay in an unhappy marriage, getting together with the attorney who treats her very well and being a general big inspiration for her son! I stan Miss Ashengrotto so much, I'm sure she's wonderful.
Azul's grandma is very inspired by Ursula in the aspect of being a great witch that helps others out of her "kindness". whether this kindness is genuine or fake, like Azul's, I'm not sure, but surely Azul was able to learn a lot about magic with her.
his stepfather sounds to be very caring towards his family, most likely being close to Azul as another role model. his cleverness and negotiation skills are very powerful, making him one of the best attorneys around the sea. he always has an argument to win any discussion, always keeps his calm and composure during trials, doesn't matter how dire things look. after all, the only time a lawyer can cry is when it's all over. (I couldn't resist making an Ace Attorney reference)
I think he lost contact with his biological father after his mother's divorce, as they didn't have a close relationship. he probably gets along with his stepfather's side of the family, as they are also mages and might have helped him with his own studies.
overall, Azul's family is iconic and I'd love to meet his mother on some event because I'm sure she'd be super cool. he's very proud of his family and takes inspiration in all of them!
now onto the twins. their grandmother is probably a very old cranky lady, these grandmas that are always scwoling but have a soft spot for her michievous grandsons. she's strict and judgmental, as she's been hardened by living so long in the cruel waters of the sea, but she loves her family a lot.
their mother is a bit overprotective, especially because she knows all about the dangers of the real world. she had her sons take self defense classes and probably knows they can handle themselves just fine, but she still worries for her babies! I think she's very present and involved in their lifes, sending messages or calling them everyday to hear how they're doing on land.
if you believe the theory of Jade and Floyd being two of many Leech kids, but the only two that survived, this also might explain why their mother is so concerned with their safety, not wanting to lose the only two babies that she has left.
many think their father might be some influential fish mafia boss, what with the way he's involved in some shady stuff, has many rich people coming to parties and signing contracts, and in Floyd's wish, Idia mentions not wanting to know what he does, as he might end up "sleeping with the fishes". I think that's very funny, so I agree with it. their father runs the façade of just selling trinkets and runs some kind of fish yakuza behind the scenes.
whether Jade and Floyd know what their father actually does, I'm not sure, but I think they might. their father also is as involved as he can with his sons, as he loves them above everything else, and tries to teach them proper decorum to not be eaten up alive in such a cruel setting as the sea. I think they both took his lessons differently, as it's reflected on their personalities, and they value him a lot, seeking his advice when needed and obeying him without a fuss.
I think Jade might be closer to their mother, as he's usually the one that answer her calls to keep her up to date on how their lives are doing. Floyd is closer to their father, as he admires his power and way of doing things, following closely any advice he gives (on his own Floydish way). overall, their family gets along very well, despite their sharp edges, and love each other a lot.
I think Miss Ashengrotto and Miss Leech are friends due to their sons close friendship, and Miss Leech is oftentimes found at Miss Ashengrotto's restaurant spending time with her and chatting. I think she's the one that tells her what Azul has been up to, as Azul doesn't have much time to call his mother everyday and she isn't much of a worrier like the twins' mother.
their families are also of a good wealth, as they went to school with a prince and their parents have influential jobs (best restaurant of the Coral Sea, best lawyer, mafia boss). despite their oddities, all have a very good and caring home life!
in conclusion, I want to hang out with their moms at Miss Ashengrotto's restaurant and gossip with them. I bet they have the best embarrassing childhood stories to tell!!
update²: I got very busy today and couldn't write that much 💔💔 it'll have to be finished tomorrow then !!!
to the Jade-with-a-crush anon: I've started to write smth based on your asks and I'll have you know I'm giggling and kicking my feet and rolling on my bed and twirling my hair right now I'm having so much fun thank youuu for the inspo <33
What are some of your headcanons for the lovely twst boys? X3 -🦭
HELLO 🦭 ANON!!
I have some headcanons about some silly things, mostly just for fun because it's amusing to imagine them!
Trey knows a lot of child songs and shows lore, due to his little siblings keeping him up to date with it.
Grim purrs when someone pets his head.
Riddle has a terrible sense of direction and gets lost very easily. On his first year at NRC he oftentimes got lost on Heartslabyul's garden's maze and Trey had to fetch him out.
Cater would listen to Hatsune Miku.
Ace's brother was the one that taught him how to play basketball. He showed him tricks to do with the ball and little Ace got very impressed every time.
Deuce is the big bro of his neighborhood, even if he's left his delinquent days behind he still is very admired by the younger boys and sometimes he tries to give them good advice.
Che'nya makes your mom jokes.
Leona organizes a barbecue for Savanaclaw after they win some spelldrive game.
Ruggie's ear have cuts in them from fights from when he was younger.
On every possible occasion, Azul tries to partner up in projects with Jamil. Jamil tries to get away from it, but mysteriously everyone in their class has already got a partner and he's stuck by Azul's side.
Jade and Floyd both wear contact lenses and are almost blind without them (just like me fr). Floyd sometimes forgets about them and Jade has to remind him.
Kalim treats Ortho like a little brother and teaches him how to dance. Ortho asks Idia to install dancing programs on him so he can do it like Kalim does.
Vil and Jack kept contact from their childhood and they sometimes go out together to catch up and talk.
Rook knows a bunch of seventie's love songs. Bonus points if they are in french.
Epel sometimes tries to imitate stuff Leona does at spelldrive pratice to look more like him. (it infuriates Vil to no end).
Neige is, ironically, Vil's number one fan.
Idia makes fun of misogynistic people and doesn't treat girls any different in games (it doesn't matter your gender, you're still his enemy and he will destroy you).
Malleus has a small cat bed for his tamagotchi. Gao gao dragon kun sleeps very well by his side.
Lilia has a tattoo. Somewhere. Nobody knows exactly where it is. Just that it exists.
Silver has a surprising amount of knowledge of school gossip, as he always seems to be up to what is happening. He doesn't have any particular insterest on it, but the florest animals love to chat.
Sebek is very serious about dental care, almost as much as Trey is. He takes pride in his teeth and makes sure to keep them in top condition.
VAMP AU - basics vii.
So, you want to know about the Diasomnia Coven? Well, good luck finding anything out. They say this coven has a living history, and reliable documentation is difficult to find, let alone any vampires themselves.
CW: blood, death, stalking/hunting, religious imagery, dark/obsessive/possessive characters. this au is not NSFW, but it does deal with darker content and sometimes discusses sensuality and sensual topics. reader discretion is advised.
overview. ❧ heartslabyul. savanaclaw. octavinelle. scarabia. pomefiore. ignihyde. {diasomnia.}
The Diasomnia Coven isn’t really a coven at all (if it was, it’d beat out Pomefiore as the oldest) - it’s a small group of vampires living just on the edge of the barrier between worlds, an offshoot of the realm where most of the true vampires reside. The future keeper of all vampires has been in mourning for thousands of years, and the others keep watch over him while maintaining a balance between both the realms. There is an abandoned village with a forgotten and decimated stone castle, miles and miles away from any humans, where they reside. The mourning keeper insists there are memories that play within the village when the circumstances are just right…
Nobody knows much about these vampires, and very few humans know they exist. They’re a sort of urban legend among the vampires though, both turned and true vampires whispering every little detail they have about the mysterious brethren living in an untouchable forest. Legend says that the Diasomnia vampires are more powerful than even most vampires within the vampire realm, and they’re awfully shrewd, too. Rather than hunt humans, they trick any who dare come close to their cursed forest to follow them to their lair, where the human is then hypnotized and used for a food source until they die. If vampires ever have to tread near the forest, they always go on an empty stomach, hoping to reduce their chances of being swept away. Many do not return.
…This is all a fabrication, of course. (These vampires just like to play a few good-natured tricks, and the vampires die often in the forest because they purposely deprive themselves of food and there are no humans around.) The truth is much more sad, and is halting the progress between the realms as well as endangering the balance of magic. But vampires are stubborn, and it’s hard to shake a man from mourning when condemned himself within sorrow for eternity.
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I have a list of Yuu headcanons take some !! (These are like Yuu hcs and hcs of Ramshackle as a dorm)
• Yuu has autism • Ramshackle dorm is a neutral place and everyone is allowed in despite what dorm they might be from • Yuu often masks but stims around friends a lot • Ace, Deuce, Leona, Epel, Idia, and Malleus all have their own rooms in Ramshackle and have decorated them as their own • Ace and Deuce share their room by choice and stay over for sleepovers a lot • Leona uses his to skip classes and sleep instead • Epel has one to hide from Vil • Idia usually hides in his so he doesn’t get forced to go to dorm head meetings, if he has to stay late to fix something technological in Ramshackle, or for if he ever has a meltdown/gets overstimulated and needs to hide somewhere till he feels better • Malleus uses his to hide from Silver and Sebek, Lilia knows about this but doesn’t say anything and just watches the chaos as they search frantically for him
Hope you enjoy!!!- 🦭
HII 🦭 ANON! thank you so much for the Yuu headcanons <33 also I love to think about Ramshackle becoming an actual dorm!!
• SO TRUE ANON (source: I'm neurodivergent and I said so)
• from what we see with Ace and Deuce going there all the time (and from chap5 too), I'd say that's pretty much canon too!!
• Ace and Deuce got used to it, they're happy Yuu doesn't have to mask around them!!
• THEY ARE JUST LIVING THERE RENT FREE, Ace and Deuce to escape Riddle's wrath after causing trouble (again), Leona to sleep in peace without being bothered by anyone, Epel to escape Pomefiore a bit, Idia when he wants to have game night at Ramshackle or bc Ortho insists he needs to get out of his room more often (so he just. goes to his other room lmao), Malleus from how often he walks around there at night and Yuu decides he might as well sleep there
• Ace and Deuce are honorary Ramshackle Dorm members from how often they're there
• YES YES, Ruggie can't find him there and try to wake him up, the perfect place
• Epel's got a lot of snacks he stocks up to eat later !!
• his room there being Idia's safe space is so cute !!
• THAT'S SO MEAN LMAO tho I get why he might need his personal space too, Sebek I'm sure he'll be alright if left alone for five minutes don't worry
nrc students get jobs?!
+ || if part-time jobs were available around campus, what jobs would they have?
ft — all nrc students
genre — slight crack, fluff, headcannons
notes — g/n reader, platonic/romantic, reader is only mentioned in some parts
barista —
lets be real, they wanted to experience a coffee shop romance. so when you just so happened to walk in one day, they stared you down (affectionate) and definitely put their number on the cup. maybe even gave you a free muffin, how generous.
+ CATER. DIAMOND.
nail tech —
+ (writing this as someone who used to work this part time)
having an eye for art and wanting to help the nice lady running the shop, they offered their assistance. they gossip with you while prepping the nails of a very confused customer, what else could they ask for?
+ ROOK, epel (rook dragged him. shat himself when vil struts in for a manicure), lilia
waiter at a dingy chinese restaurant —
+ (this is so awfully specific but hear me out!!)
stumbled upon this restaurant while walking around off-campus. in the end, they offered to help the elderly couple by serving customers! they are now that kid in the back corner doing their homework when business is slow.
+ jamil, trey (reminds him of his family’s bakery somehow)
gardening —
it’s relaxing to them honestly. they probably are already a plant parent so why not add 50 more to their family? do not worry, they already have their names listed and memorized! (and yet they still can’t memorize formulas for their alchemy exam tomorrow.)
+ JACK, malleus (wants to find a friend for gao-gao drakon-kun!!)
MACDONALDS —
+ (read this fic to understand contents below)
+ THIS TURNED INTO A SMALL DRABBLE SO I JUST REPLACED THEY WITH ACE AND ADDED TO THE STORY
strolling into maccies, ace said 4 words. “i need a job.” the cashier looked at him, then behind him to see his emotional support crew (deuce and sebek) with the smuggest look on their face.
working at macdonalds was not as easy as ace thought it was. he had to deal with the long drive threw and stupid customers all at the same time. sebek was immediately kicked off cashier after he drove a whole line of customers away with his megaphone voice.. deuce is the only one doing his job correctly, greeting customers and efficiently taking orders. good job deuce. (ace is screaming at customers in the drive threw.)
epel walks in the next day and orders the whole menu during rush hour just to piss them off. ace quits on the spot.
already has a job —
how efficient of them! avoiding my wrath as usual. kudos to them.
+ azul, jade, floyd, vil, ruggie (is working all these jobs, take a break babe.)
to think that they would be working.. —
you will not catch them dead working until they graduate.
+ leona, idia, kalim, riddle (too focused on studies)
taglist —
@trappolaces @granzreichsgoldenberry @pastelmages @ineligible-indefinitely @ventisaircurrent
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Glad you enjoyed the scare pranks!!! I had a ton of fun writing it I’m working on the prompt about Floyd and Riddle that you gave me, I’m a sucker for Floriddle. When I finish it I’ll probably share it here. I’m having a blast writing it!!- 🦭
HI 🦭 ANON !!!
sorry for taking so long to answer, life has been crazy lately 😔 but hey, I'm happy to read that!! I think the most important part of writing is having fun! if you have finished it, please do share, I'd love to read it <33
Hello! For the event, may I request a scenario with Silver where the reader gushes on and on about their feelings for him by speaking to the small animals that gathered around Silver while he was sleeping next to the reader? However, little does the reader know that Silver woke up in the middle of their talk with the animals and is now listening in to the reader's passionate monologue about him lol. Thank you! Also, apologies if this is a bit confusing or if I did anything wrong :,)
𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭
| Notes: I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THIS ASK GOD BLESS YOU PANDOA (bc I actually know you now)
This took so long but it was worth it! It’s sweet, beautiful, funny… I really hope you like it! There’s a little thing I prepared for this (and that was accidentally foreshadowed in that shy but kind reader request with Rook) and at first I thought “wow this will be so fun” and, when I translated, I was like “english has forsaken me”. I’ll explain better in the special notes with my sweet sparrow song~ Hope you like it, Pandoa!
Thanks for the request <3 |
Silver x gender neutral reader / scenario / 2,7k words / fluff / crush to lovers / ft. woodland animals / lots of monologues about how much i you love silver / use of “you” pronouns
Cherry's Harvesting 🍒 Masterlist
I Wonder For You
You took a big breath.
“I wonder if it's fate we always meet like this or if you’re just a sleepyhead yourself,” despite these words, you ended up laughing softly at the end.
It was another pleasant afternoon in the schoolyard. The Sun wasn’t particularly hot, the fresh wind brought the joys of a blooming spring. You couldn’t really blame Silver for sleeping so peacefully on the soft grass, where small wildflowers reigned and welcomed his presence there.
He was relaxed beyond comprehension, as if lying in his own bed. By the way the flaps of Silver’s blazer were half open, he must have fallen asleep as he walked through that area, probably enchanted by the same feelings that nature was giving you now.
You sat next to him at the foot of the tree, where his head was lying. A small group of birds were perched at various points on his arms, which made you wonder if they caught him in time to soften his fall.
“I wonder why each little bird has someone to sing to, sweet things to… a little melody... I think that's how it was sung?,” you grumbled to yourself, trying to remember the lyrics of a delicate song that would precede a moment very similar to that.
You became silent for a while longer, carefully watching Silver’s calm expression and the way he was lying down with the first buttons of his white shirt open and his tie crooked. Sebek had quarreled a lot with him about how “this simply sloppy appearance embarrasses the Young Master” but you didn't care — Silver and Malleus much less, actually.
Silver’s beauty resided in all small details and simply fascinated you. It was like admiring a white rose, practically immaculate. Silver exuded the same aura of delicacy and kindness even when his eyes were closed, lost in yet another journey into the world of dreams.
If only you could accompany him somehow.
You had no choice but to stand there, leaning against the tree and being covered by a generous shade, just admiring him as if you watched the birth of breaking dawn on the horizon. That kind of sunrise in which the aurora still brings the cold and warm feelings of the night, because the world had not yet been blessed by the warmth of the king of all stars.
Silver made you cherish that brief moment of the early mornings more. The timid, colorless sun rays on the light gray horizon that made up the strands of his hair. You didn't need the Sun to shine when you had Silver who was the true rising star, soft and gentle. Someone who didn't blind you and yes, cradled you in comfortable warmth. Such a unique feeling.
You sighed deeply.
“Silver is so beautiful…,” you said without thinking.
A little bird then chirped at you.
“O-of course he's not just beautiful!,” you hurried to complete, thinking that the little bird was scolding you. “Silver is one of the coolest people I know. Don’t you think the same?”
The group of birdies chirped back at you and somehow, you felt they had agreed. Some squirrels also appeared to join in the conversation and look after the sleepy boy, decorating the spaces in his arms with more wildflowers.
“He's also so good with animals! It's like a prince charming, like those fairy tales I used to read as a child,” you said, smiling, and then taking a deep breath. You turned your gaze back to Silver. “I think I'm in love…”
“You seem to be,” one of the squirrels squealed softly to you.
It was a pretty complicated situation at the end of the day. You didn’t understand much of animal language and those little creatures understood your words much less. But somehow you were getting into some sort of comprehension between each other — maybe the animals a little better than you.
“You want to know why I'm in love? I swear my reasons are pure!,” you said, acting as if the animals were Silver’s protective parents.
“Why is everyone around here so weird?,” the squirrel from before squealed, scratching his head.
“Shhh!,” a sparrow tweeted. “I want to hear!”
You adjusted yourself a little better on the grass, ensuring a posture to talk with the little friends of the guy you loved so much.
Generally, when you met Silver, they would run away when faced with the presence of another human, but that day, they seemed more willing to stay close to you. Or they found it easier to ignore you at the expense of being in Silver’s friendly arms. They were still in some debate about it but they knew you didn’t mean any harm.
“I like how he has respect for everyone and never made fun of me just because I don’t have any magic. People say he’s an airhead but he always says things that help calm me down when I’m worried,” you started. “And he smiles so beautifully when he talks about his dad…”
“Dad...? That weird bat?,” a skinny rabbit that approached suddenly asked a cardinal.
“Just thinking about him gives me the creeps!,” it ruffled its feathers, startled.
“I think Silver is able to like everyone or at least maintain a good relationship with people, even without realizing it. Huh... should I tell you how I fell in love with him?”
The animals stirred suddenly. The birds chirped and the squirrels shook their little heads accordingly. The rabbit from before jumped all over Silver until it came to you and touched your arm, as if begging you to tell. You held back a laughter, glad you had piqued their curiosity.
“But promise not to tell Silver, okay?,” you asked.
They made a few more sounds that you had to ask them to calm down. At this, you turned to the sleepy Silver next to you. Despite what you said, would it really be a good idea to do that? He was right there, lying down and — as much as Silver had the heavy sleep worthy of a gargoyle — he would wake up sooner or later.
You lightly tapped Silver’s shoulder, checking to see if he was still asleep. His response, however, was to give a slight snore. A little squirrel lightly stroked Silver’s torso, as if to reassure him. The animals were already used to that sound but you controlled yourself in your reaction.
Maybe it was the position of his head at the tree’s root or it was the deepest state of sleep you’ve ever witnessed Silver have. His snoring sounded like the crackling of a fireplace in winter.
“Okay, okay...,” you patted your face to regain focus. “Not the time for that.”
“It's been a while…,” the little animals had their eyes focused on you telling the story. “I'd talked to Silver a few times, but not much. We saw each other more from afar, you know? Then one day, I was walking by the campus and I saw a horse walking near the woods. From what I heard, the horse had escaped from the stables.”
“That guy...,” the rabbit sighed, knowing who the horse was.
“I didn't know if I should approach him or not. But he seemed to perceive my presence the same way and neighed. I didn't know why, it was so sudden that I got a little scared. But then... Silver came up. He stood between me and the horse, an exemplary knight posture. If I hadn’t known that he cannot talk to animals, I would have convinced myself that he calmed the horse with his kind words. But... he said it all out loud, the way we talk, you know?”
“Oh, that's our Silver!,” an owl that you hadn’t realized was in the tree seemed to laugh softly.
“I remember his words to this day. Silver told the horse not to hurt me, I was his friend. It was the first time I heard him speak louder than usual, after all the horse was far away and even though he spoke in a normal way, it was so... surprising. We didn't even talk to each other that much and he considered me a friend?”
You closed your eyes for a moment, recalling that day in your mind with every possible detail. Your heart was already pounding and you hadn’t even gotten to the really exciting part.
“When Silver calmed the horse and put him on a reign, he turned to me. I kind of stayed there because... well…,” you chuckled to yourself. “... I didn't know how to look at anything but him. Usually, I always find him sleeping around and that time, he was the one who found me first. Silver asked if I was okay, I replied yes and…”
When you opened your eyes, you sighed.
“I knew I was in love because seeing Silver smile made my heart race. It was the first time I saw him smile. Like I said, most of the time when Silver smiles, it’s when he talks about his father. But at that moment, he smiled at me,” you took a deep breath. Your gaze lost but your smile was like little rays of sunshine that escaped through the leaves of a tree. “I know! It's kinda silly…”
“No, it’s not.”
Funny thing. The squirrel in front of you was with his mouth open as if to say something but, you understood those words very well. And it was an awfully familiar voice on top of that!
Still a little confused, you leaned closer to the tree and rested your arm on the shoulder of a sleeping Silver — who watched you, wide awake, with the crystal clear, lilac eyes of the most beautiful aurora borealis you could see. You were silent for a solid minute before you jumped up from where you were, pushing away all those woodland creatures that were also surprised.
“Silver! S-silver...?!,” you put a hand on your chest, your heart full of adrenaline. “W-when... since when did you wake up?”
Silver sat on the grass, stretching himself while squinting his eyes a little, as if this action allowed him to have a better grasp on memory.
“Oh, it was somewhere before you told the story. I was still a bit drowsy so I guess I didn't open my eyes... and I almost slept again a few times. I know I snored, for sure. Your voice is soothing, though I can't explain how.”
Silver yawned one last time while you turned to the small animals that were scattered nearby, most of them in the big tree above you two. Then you fixed your eyes on the sparrow that had not left Silver’s shoulder and seemed to avoid eye contact with you at all costs.
“Really?,” the rabbit asked her. “You could have warned us when you realized.”
“I didn't want to interrupt the story!,” the sparrow chirped guiltily and hid her little face in Silver’s neck.
“What's up, little one?,” Silver moved his hand closer to the bird. The sparrow was actually the one who first woke him up in an accident.
The young man then heard a small thud and saw you lying on the ground, desolate and almost fainting. Silver exclaimed your name and the sparrow took the opportunity to fly to the tree’s branch as he approached you. When Silver lifted your torso a little to sit up, he noticed that you were muttering something.
Well, several things. Fast, confused, agitated thoughts. You looked like Sebek when he did something fantastic and Malleus couldn’t witness it in time — the appearance of despair and frustration was the same. Although, the problem was just the opposite. Silver heard something you didn’t want him to know. Yet.
It was complicated even for you.
“Forgive me, I shouldn't have eavesdropped on your conversation with the animals,” Silver said, feeling that he had done something wrong.
“N... No... that’s not the problem…,” you managed to mumble back, somehow. “... Silver... I…”
“You love me, don't you? Or did I hear wrong?”
You focused your gaze better on Silver. He was close enough to your face that you could see some sadness in his eyes when he said that last sentence. You couldn’t read his expression, what he really meant.
Silver was both a stone and an open book. Sometimes you knew exactly what he was feeling. In others, it was a complete mystery. You could be wrong about him being sad to think that you didn't love him and he just got confused — even though you repeated the same loving words over and over again. Would it be too selfish to think so?
However, the melancholy forming in his eyes was something you couldn't allow. A dragon of bad feelings lurking, preparing to attack him. Not when you were there to defend your prince!
“I love you, Silver!,” you said, not realizing that your words came out even too loud. “I love you very much! Please... don't hate me.”
In the last part, you lost all your strength and looked away from him. Doing this, you couldn’t see the surprise in Silver’s eyes. He stared at you for quite a while until gently turning your face back to him.
“I don’t hate you. You can’t hate someone you love,” Silver said, giving a small smile.
That was an even bigger surprise than finding out Silver had been awake all along. When you put your hand on his chest, it was to grab his tie and question him about the truth of that statement. You were still anxious, full of adrenaline because of all these emotions mixing in your heart.
But when you did that, your hand didn’t even move because you started listening to Silver’s heart beating. A heartbeat just like yours. Accelerated and intense. In love. How Silver was able to maintain such a serene expression and an agitated heart, you didn’t know. But you also didn’t know that he liked you too.
“R-really?,” you asked.
“You’re a very nice person and are quite nice to me. I feel good when I’m by your side. You bring me comfort and give me courage at the same time. My old man told me that there was no other explanation outside love,” Silver honestly confessed. “At first, I thought that these strange feelings were just malaise and I needed to eat more carrots.”
You tried to hold back from laughing out loud in Silver’s face. But sometimes he said such strange things with a seriousness and confidence that it was impossible to have another reaction. Silver noticed that you were laughing — or almost — and he was glad that you regained your good humor. Before he could say that, you touched his face.
“You’re too precious, you know?”
It was a simple expression but you should have expected him to answer it his way.
“You’re precious too... very much,” Silver replied, his gaze more focused on you than ever.
Why did he do this with your poor heart? At the end of the day, you didn't have to wonder if your love song would find and win your beloved one — he was already there. You beautiful, sleepy, unusual prince.
“Oh, please!,” the Sparrow chirped, frustrated. “Do I have to do everything myself?”
None of you noticed the bird flying towards you at full speed and hitting behind your head with unexpected force. This impulse made you get too close to Silver and your lips touched very lightly. Unfortunately, since you had taken your hand away from him, you didn't feel his heart jump for a brief instant.
“H-Huh... well... since I love you and you love me... you... can we kiss?,” you wanted to faint. You were crossing the already cursed limits of pure shame.
“I'm going again, huh!,” the sparrow continued to chirp.
“Glad I woke up then,” Silver muttered.
You didn't quite understand what he meant but your lips couldn't ask any more questions. When Silver dreamed of you, he was always unlucky to wake up in that part. It may not be something worthy of a fairy tale but, it was you and that’s what matters to him.
| Special notes: First of all, yes, @pandoa , you’re that little sparrow lol at first I just thought that bc the portuguese word for sparrow is “pardal” and… it kinda looks like your username?? (pardal, pandoa, panda… yk let it be) but I forgot that is “sparrow” so it only lasted the “pa” and the “o”. But I still did what I wanted!
Also, fun fact: carrots help your heart, boost the immune system, help with constipation and strengthen your bones, so when Silver mentions thinking about eating more carrots is a actual health benefit + Sleeping Beauty reference~ |
[ ✽ ] ˖ ˚ ◞ ┊ʺ CAMPUS CRUSHING WITH DIASOMNIA
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[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ the twst boys as campus crushes has been keeping me up at night. i’ll come at you with my hcs of this each day or so for a different dorm. my victims today are DIASOMNIA
[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ gender neutral reader
[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ warnings ,, none ! fluff <33
[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ this is me trying to implement headcanons into my tumblr portfolio
you can’t tell me that…
silver isn’t that cute guy who fell asleep mid-lecture. pretty hair, pretty face, extremely beautiful eyes, but almost always sleeping. it was hard for you to get a chance to talk to him since he was always dozing off whenever you tried. you nudge him awake when it’s time to go, placing a copy of your notes beside him as well. you’re always looking at him with this smile. he can’t describe it, nor can he describe why he seems to like seeing it so much. when he finally goes through them in his dorm, his eyes immediately catch the little writing on the corner ’ hey sleeping beauty. if you need any elaboration on the notes call me c: xxx-xxxx ’
you can’t tell me that…
malleus isn’t that cute library crush. you see him every time you go in there to study or grab a new book. he’s always sitting all pretty at one of the tables, looking deathly beautiful and enchantingly enigmatic, but no one seems to sit next to him for some reason. you wanted to sit next to him, however you didn’t want it to be awkward. one rainy day, you see decided to go study at the same desk as him. the other one’s were full and you needed to study for exams. once you go, he looks at you from above his copy of carmilla by sheridan le fanu. “ it’s about time you’ve come to sit with me. though, it was amusing to catch you spying from behind the book shelves. ”
you can’t tell me that…
sebek isn’t that one student who reminds the professor about an exam or paper they forgot about. had it been up to you, you’d have him sent to a different school, but you were just a student. who seriously needed help in their astronomy class. when you asked the professor for help, they assigned you a study partner. sebek. at first, it was horrible, until the day he took you to see the planetarium for notes. he looked so passionate whenever he was talking about the stars with you and you never thought that the stars could be so pretty when reflected in his eyes. “ why do you stare at me in such a manner ? focus on taking your notes ! “
you can’t tell me that…
lilia isn’t that eccentric dude in your art class. he’s always staying late in the art studio to paint or sculpt something new. you didn’t know much about him, but he’s cute enough for you to occasionally glance at mid-lecture. one night, you end up staying over late to finish your final project, a surrealist painting of a renaissance art piece. lilia was staying late too, finishing his project as well. at some point, he began to entertain you with epic tales, ones that were to unreal to be true and you found yourself stuck in a trance. “ now, now, my dear. you should stay focused on that painting, but i will give you a few more tales to enjoy. “
tags ,,, @ghost-hyacinth @yakoko @pandoa @idiaia @sleepybunboo
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