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I WAS ALL FLUTTERY UNTIL IT SAID "WOULD DISOWN HIS OWN BROTHER" SHITTING TEARS ASDSFGHAJ I LOVE THIS SM

Hiiro Amagi relationship headcanons

content warnings — sfw. pure fluff, maybe a pinch of angst, inaccurate lore (just in case) [hiiro amagi x gn! reader]

author’s note — time to regain my sanity lost!! yay :)

word count — 886

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#ensemble stars #hiiro amagi x reader #ensemble stars hiiro amagi x reader #fluff

[khae-writes]

GOOD LORD IABRHGSUHIEBIH THE ATTAGIRL GOT ME SCREEAAAMINGGGG AAAAAAAAAWOOOOWANBAWIAW

hii could i request a mao x fem reader where reader is getting behind on their work for school, and the concepts are all just too hard for her! :( so mao offers to tutor her to the best of his ability~ but soon enough, that tutoring session turns into a hopeless one as reader gets more and more lazy.. so then mao decides to let her sit on his cock while studying!! get the answer right, he lets her move a little bit for both of their pleasure. get the answer wrong, he makes her sit absolutely still. but who is he kidding, he can’t control himself and ends up making love to her anyway!

“I can’t help myself, you look so pretty…”

synopsis — he sees you struggling with your schoolwork, so he tries to help. of course, things don't go as intended and soon you're bent over... [mao isara x fem! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. semi-exhibitionism, penetration, cockwarming, edging, praise, sexual frusturation, breeding (mentioned), slightly obsessive behavior

author's note — I LOVE MAO I LOVE HIM HES MY KIN MY EVERYTHING GOD SEND ME A MAN LIKE HIM *says this while scrolling through mao cgs ahem*

word count — 1591

"[NAME]... YOU'RE FAILING."

You were in the Student Council office of Yumenosaki Academy after school hours, accompanied by the president himself, Mao Isara. His gaze stern yet sympathetic, he glanced at your careless figure slouched against the chair.

"[name]," He repeated, more firmly. "You have to change something soon, or you're going to be thrown out of the school."

...Even though that would be more of a fuss than having her fail nearly all of her classes. Not only would they lose a precious student in the Producer course, but he wouldn't have a chance...

"I don't have time to study, so therefore I don't pass," You shrugged, eye twitching. "And I don't have the patience nor the brain capacity for this shit-"

"Language. Please," Mao interjected, sighing. "Look, I know it's hard for somebody like you, but there are so many other students here in Yumenosaki and they persevere through it. You're a great student, I think you'll be able to succeed if you had your mind on it."

Crossing your arms, you broke off your eye contact with him, trying to hide your hurt gaze. He was right- you could have done so much better if you set yourself a goal, but with everything else going on in your life you didn't think you wanted to spare the energy for this... all you wanted to do was to just graduate and run off. What's so bad about that?

"How-" He cleared his throat. "How about I see your work? I think I may be able to help you."

Staring at him, brushing off his almost flustered look, you hummed and dragged your bag over, digging through it and bringing out your stuffed folder. Mao grimaced at the sheer number of packets, sheets, and overall papers that seem to be spilling out from every corner. Sliding it over to his side of the desk and opening it, he skimmed through the pile. Fortunately you did try to start most of the pages, but nearly all of them were unfinished.

"Here," He pulled out a blank worksheet. "Why don't you bring your chair over here and we can start on this one? This seems fairly easy."

"To you," You muttered under your breath, but you followed his directions and sat next to his Council chair, resting your arm on one of the rests.

Much to Mao's relief you didn't seem to argue about every little thing he listed off... but you didn't even try to answer them yourself. It got even worse when they barely made it through half of the first page, him having to constantly remind you to pay attention or reiterate several of his questions. It was like the more he got frustrated, the more you grew tired and lazy.

But he didn't want to give up on you. A part of his brain was almost... fantasizing. If he somehow solved your studying problem, would you like him? His heart jumped at the thought of you being thankful towards him, expressing your joy. Could this really be his chance?

He first had to just figure out how to make you focused on studying.

A loud whine shook him out of his thoughts. "It's not working, Isara," You complained. "Can I just leave? Please-"

"Ah, no!" He said, almost too quickly. You raised an eyebrow at his antics, and he brushed them off with a slightly embarrassed look. "I-I actually have a method of helping you..."

"If it's me getting dick then I'm up for it, but-" Faltering at your sudden joke, you stared at the red blossoming on Mao's face, almost matching his maroon hair. "Uh, Isara? I was joking..."

The President coughed into his fist, still extremely flustered. "I mean- if you think that would work we could definitely try..."

You stared at him. Did you really joke about sex that much that he took it seriously? You didn't even mention it once until now! What on earth...

The awkward tension arose and became almost suffocating until you finally opened your mouth. "I guess we could give it a go...? If you're alright with it, of course."

Mao swallowed, nodding quickly as he gestured to his lap. You stood up, but kept your eyes glued onto the desk, feeling your cheeks heating up as you heard him fuss with his belt and pants.

"You can sit down now..." He said quietly, and lifting your skirt up you lowered yourself on him, feeling his hands resting on your hips to guide you.

Suddenly glad that he couldn't see your expression, your eyes flew wide open and you bit your lip quickly.

He- oh god, how big is he?!

"A-alright then," Mao stuttered, looking over your shoulder and snaking his arms under yours to reach his desk. "Here, you get a question right and then you can- move. Get it wrong and sit still."

You already were struggling not to grind against him. Already a few seconds in and you were crying mentally. And the fact you couldn't see Mao's own expression...

Sighing, you tried to focus on the worksheet in front of you, your grip on the pen tightening. Thank the gods it was an easy question you couldn't mess up. Quickly scrawling out your answer, you tapped on Mao for him to check it, anxious energy radiating from the both of you.

"Yes," He breathed out, sounding relieved. "That's correct. Nice jobmm-" A stuttered groan left him as you immediately started to move, your head dipping as you pleased yourself. But as soon as you started Mao's hands grabbed your hips, slowing you down. "Start- on the next question now."

Looking through blurred eyes you glanced at the next question, and your throat parched.

Welp, this was it.

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Your face was scrunched up in frustration and helplessness as you sat completely still on Mao's cock, your hands clenching and releasing as you used basically all of your willpower not to snap and just move. If you looked behind you, the President's eyes were half-lidded, biting his lip as he tried to push down his rising neediness. He really didn't expect it to be this bad when he tried this idea. Of course he was tempted to just accept your wrong answer, but he still had a shred of dignity left, and forced you to keep trying until you got the right answer.

How long were you in this? Thirty, forty minutes? You couldn't really think because your mind was in shambles. When you either had personal sessions or with somebody else (which was rare) you were quick to give you the pleasure you wanted, you needed. So to say the least, because you were basically being edged the only thing you could think about right now was how much you needed that orgasm.

"Here," You said shortly, almost slapping Mao as you showed him your paper, pleading that you were finally correct after so many failed tries.

Hazy green eyes looked at the paper, also wishing that the right answer was in front of him, but life was basically sucked out of him as his gaze fell on one, just one incorrect factor.

Fuck.

"It's wrong isn't it..." You whined, collapsing your torso on the desk and tossing your pen away. "I can't get it right! It's too hard!"

Panicked, Mao reached over to you to try to comfort you, but he had accidentally flipped your skirt over and revealed the scene under it. As soon as he saw it, he combusted.

Slick had started to pool out and decorate his pelvis, glinting brightly back at him. He saw your thighs twitching constantly, dotted with sweat.

That was his breaking point.

"Isara- ugh!" A shocked moan left you as you felt the male stand up behind you and suddenly thrust into you, causing you to grip the desk tightly. After all this time of staying still, you weren't the one to break, he was. He started fucking you erratically, small, whiny grunts leaving him. Soon enough noises of your own started to spill, but one of his hands went up to your mouth and shoved his fingers in there, muffling you.

"I'm sorry, sorry..." he mumbled against your back, his eyes scrunched up. "I can't help myself, you look so pretty..."

Due to the sensitivity before you came immediately, then was shoved harshly into overstimulation as Mao didn't seem to slow down at all. Your eyes fluttered close, drooling all over the male's fingers as your knees buckled, your only support now being the arm wrapped around your hips.

This was like a dream come true to him... well, sexualized of course. The way you tightened around him was almost like a verbal acceptance of his love to you. This was it, wasn't it? You were basically his now.

An unhinged moan left him as he orgasmed, green eyes dilating as he watched his seed fill you up and spill out, carelessly running down your shaking thighs.

You still laid over his desk, breathing heavily as he reached over and kissed you on the lips, smiling to himself as you immediately accepted it.

"How 'bout this..." He grabbed the worksheet and crumpled it into a ball, tossing it into his wastebasket. "A new game. The longer you stay quiet, the more we can keep going~ I’d be able to fill up you up, fill you up so well…”

"Fuckin' hell-" You sighed loudly. "Yes. Please, please—

"Atta girl... I knew I chose the right one.”

#ensemble stars smut #enstars smut #mao isara x reader #mao isara smut #ensemble stars mao isara x reader

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sobbing crying tearing up bawling choking AAAAAAAA

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| what’s it like being in love, hiiro? | sdt: [ chaifee ] ☕️ | hiiro amagi x reader, fluff.

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what’s it like being in love — or, otherwise, what even is love? to fall into it? to fall out of it?

hiiro amagi could ask himself this same question over and over again until the word “love” didn’t look like a word anymore; yet, even after the never-ending questionnaire, thought after thought — what was it?

love. was it the way his head immediately turned to the sound of the door scraping against the ground, in hopes of seeing your sleepy presence under the sunlit sky that had woken you earlier than you’d preferred? surely, it couldn’t be the way the corners of hiiro’s lips met the tips of his cheeks, not realizing how much they’ve painted a rose garden when you had greeted him a simple “good morning” through an incoherent mutter, not caring how you sounded like nor how exhausted your trodding body had trudged itself to the square.

when you dropped your pen in the midst of the sea of white and black, is love the way hiiro sat you back down so you didn’t have to stress yourself more over a writing utensil, even if you told him it was “nothing”? how could it be nothing — you’re as busy as a bee can be — you’ve had enough strenuous strain on your plate. hiiro always dismissed your protests of self-dependence, but his admiration and care had gone further than you believed for it to be, even if it was some rolling pen inking its way off your desk.

was this so-call “love” the many moments hiiro wandered into an abyss of sunkissed pansies stumbling under his shoes, the color reminding him vaguely of the morning crystals glittering off your skin when you gazed out the window in the middle of class, hardly keeping focus on that one(1) topic you swore you knew without trying? was it the swaying sky-lined hyacinthes whispering to the wind when it was neither too strong nor too weak to rustle a meek melody, the soft hues recalling the mellow expression tender against your resting face — neither too expressive nor too stoic, but enough to have hiiro see you, acknowledge you as another person.

the way your laughed chimed in his ears like those bells he’s beckoned to hear in the late winter — was that love? the warmth he feels in between that specific softness of the oversized fabric of his clothes after hours of whisking himself around the falling temperatures — that couldn’t compare to how warm his cheeks bloomed to be when you managed to catch a glance out of hiiro, could that be it?

was it the way your lips gently pressed themselves around his rough, patched-up knuckles, hiiro not used to how genial you were with his skin? the silly way you gave him a piece of his mind when he forgot his lunch once, despite you already sharing some bites of yours midst frustration disregarding that small crack of a smile causing your cheeks to puff upwards — could that be it? was it not?

hiiro couldn’t figure it out, unable to connect the dots — but, even after everything, from the beginning to the end of the tale — he wasn’t the slightest bit worried about knowing the answer or knowing nothing of it. it could be anything, couldn’t it? from the way his chest could barely contain a comfortable rhythm in his ears when you spoke a soft, flowing river of words glistening with your soul’s content. it could be how your eyes shimmered so child-like whenever your favorite song artist fumbled into your ears on an easy morning or after some rough hours, hiiro pledging to himself to protect that inner-kid of yours if it meant to keep you in a smile unconditionally.

it could be how he naturally found a home to you, a place he can run back to without the fear of losing someone he once cherished without another thought. a home where he could throw his arms around you, a bad day or a good day, and smother you with all his might just to hear a laugh rumble out of you. a home he can lose with a purpose chained to his heart with lock-and-key, hiiro going against the world with a sense if meant to go home to you.

no matter what it was — whether or not there was a set answer,

his answer was always you, his right and his wrong,

you were hiiro amagi’s “i love you”.

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#enstars x reader #hiiro amagi x reader #ensemble stars x reader

[khae-writes]

this is curing my writers block so bad omfg bro AGHJASFDSGFDHG

20230126 — leave them be, izumi

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SYPNOSIS— Photographers are known to have quite the eye when it comes to beautiful sights— being naturally drawn to every opportunity of catching good visuals on their camera. [name], a famed photographer that is currently affiliated with Ensemble Square, is no exception. Truly it's no wonder that they fell for the prettiest sight of them all; Tsukasa Suou, leader of Knights.

a/n — no end border cause' i underestimated how long i was gonna make this 🫶

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars/reader #enstars x reader #enstars/reader #ensemble stars tsukasa suou x reader #ensemble stars tsukasa suou/reader #enstars tsukasa suou x reader #enstars tsukasa suou/reader #text fic #enstars smau

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how they act when they miss you, part 2

Genre: fluff, as always <3

Characters: all second years (Floyd, Jade, Azul, Riddle, Ruggie, Jamil, Kalim, and Silver) x gn!reader

Scenario: you're away for a few weeks and they have to find ways to get by until you return.

Notes: I got a very sweet request from an anon to make a part two of this post. reader is kind of implied to be the prefect, and the reason for the absence is up to your imagination!

Floyd Leech ;

My condolences. He's really mad at you.

It does not matter if the reason you left was life or death. You left him and he's taking it personally.

You'd expect Floyd to reach out constantly through phone calls or text messages for attention, but no. He's ignoring you and being very passive aggressive when he is in the mood to reply.

For the most part, you keep in touch with him through Ace, who video calls you to complain after basketball practices and games. Floyd has a tendency to get aggressive when he's upset, and that reflects in his presence on the court. Not even his teammates are safe.

Inevitably, if you're gone long enough, he'll cave and give up the silent treatment. He'll start answering your calls but it's mostly to talk over you and say he won't listen to your apologies until you return to him.

Please return quickly. Ace can't handle losing more braincells from a concussion at the hands of Floyd, and Jamil's patience is wearing thin.

Jade Leech ;

Jade is very composed in your absence. You don't need to worry about him.

He misses you, of course, but he is considerate of your limited time to check in. He'll send good morning messages for you to wake up to but will keep them short to avoid holding you up.

Your leave gives him a golden opportunity, though. He can take this time to negotiate with (scare off) anyone else who thinks they can compete for your affection. Don't worry about the specifics…

In turn, his success ensures that you're only calling and texting him. No one else dares reply to you after Jade is through with them.

Being without you reinforces his dream of a future where you're never apart. You, him, a modest home in the coral sea... you get the picture. He's very sure this is what he wants.

He knows that's not exactly in the cards at the moment considering how unstable things are, but he's hopeful it'll become a reality someday. So he copes for now.

Overall, Jade keeps himself busy so he does just fine. Just don’t ask what he was up to.

Azul Ashengrotto ;

Acts kinda pathetic but hides it so no one will ever know.

The twins definitely know.

Azul will spend lots of time by himself in his office at the lounge. If he closes his eyes and clears his mind, he can picture you walking around, mug in hand, talking to him about your day. Traces of you are scattered everywhere, from your clothes to your scent on the couch cushions, and it helps him feel some semblance of comfort in your absence.

Sweet, right?

But then he sets his phone to airplane mode so he can text you all the sappy ‘I miss you’ messages he wants without risking them going through.

Accidentally falls asleep with his phone open, though, so Floyd adjusts his settings and makes them all send. Thanks Floyd.

Will not acknowledge your teasing replies. He is far too busy dying of embarrassment, much to Floyd and Jade's amusement.

Have fun confronting him in person when he's a blushing, stuttering mess <3

Riddle Rosehearts ;

Missing you really puts Riddle on edge.

Since he still has trouble with voicing his emotions, he won't be open about his worries. If confronted by Trey or Cater about his nerves, he might acknowledge his feelings for the sake of personal growth. But it's unlikely; he's embarrassed.

What he does do is keep a journal. He writes about how his days feel emptier without you and even addresses you directly when admitting his feelings.

It's nice to not worry about being eloquent when all he wants is to talk about you.

After a while, he'll start wishing he'd asked you to stay. He's aware it would have been a childish ask, but you're magicless and defenseless in a lot of situations. What if you ran into something dangerous?

Insists you text him right before bed each night. Otherwise, he won’t be able to sleep.

Quickly worries himself sick, to no one’s surprise. Sick and anxious Riddle now has everyone on edge.

He really needs to see you in person again to feel better. Come back and take care of him.

Ruggie Bucchi ;

Simultaneously gets by just fine and really poorly.

He constantly forgets you're gone but when he realizes again, it weighs on him quite a bit.

He has a bad habit of stealing snacks and at some point he started stealing some for you too. This doesn't stop even in your absence.

What does change, however, is his disappointment when he gets back to his lunch table and realizes you aren't there.

He'll eat most of the snacks himself, grumbling all the while, but will save the treats he knows you really like. They start piling up in his room.

Also, right before you left, he stole back all the clothes he had lent you over the past few months so he could wear them. Gets very defensive when Leona questions why he's only worn the same two sweatshirts for the past week (they smell like you).

The attachment he has to you is strong, but even Ruggie is weak to heartache in your absence. Remind him how important he is with lots of quality time when you're back.

Jamil Viper ;

Biggest sap ever award goes to him.

Jamil may not love befriending new people or showing his softer side, but you're his chosen one. He doesn't mind if it's for you.

Listens to recordings of your voice to keep himself calm when life (Kalim) is testing him. Normally he can pull you aside to talk since you're always happy to listen, but seeing as you aren't available, your voice is the next best thing.

That voice message you sent months ago shyly asking him to spend lunch with you? Yeah, he's replayed it more times than he can count.

When that isn't doing the trick anymore, he'll ask you to record yourself talking about your day. Tease him all you want, but his sanity is at stake here.

He is also not afraid to double or triple text you if you don't have a chance to respond. Will consistently ask if you're eating at meal times and send you pictures of what he's up to as well.

Be warned that when you get back, you're getting an earful from him for leaving him alone. Nothing a hug can’t fix.

Kalim Al-Asim ;

Counting down the days until you return.

Such a sweetheart. Spends all his free moments making plans for when you get back, but nothing as grand as you might fear.

Over the course of your evolving relationship, he's learned that he really enjoys time with only you. So his idea for a welcome home party is just a sweet picnic!

He wants to hear all about what you've been up to in person. So he won't ask you much while you're away, and will wait until he has you in front of him to make up for lost time.

If it turns out that you're too busy to chat or call, he'll make you a really cute playlist instead. Adds songs to it when he misses you, which is basically all the time.

It ends up being a very long playlist. But a banger of course.

When you're back, expect the craziest picnic ever. You will be buried in his affection.

Silver ;

You already live in Silver's dreams, but when you're gone, his longing for you makes them even more realistic than before.

His dreams are of a domestic life at your side, usually in a distant, happy future. But he'll wake up from them reaching out for you only to find that he's alone.

He really wants you to see him as someone worthy of a place at your side. So he'll call every few days to ask how you're doing and provide a distraction from your stressors.

Since his demeanor is always relaxed, the only people to inquire about how he's doing without you are Lilia and Malleus. Even then, he's likely to dismiss their questions so as not to worry them.

What does he do instead? He complains to his animal friends, of course.

Although, it's hardly complaining when he's rambling about how astonishing you are. Eventually, he'll derail to the discomfort he feels being away from you and how he wishes he could be there to protect you.

The animals wish they could show him how lovesick he looks. Hurry back.

a/n : I didn't realize until a few days ago that Silver doesn't have a last name and I was so shocked bc how did I not think abt that before...

I hope u guys enjoy this one! These were fun. Come talk to me in my inbox abt stuff if u want <3333 kisses

[khae-writes]

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I just read the Jamil fic loved it! Could I request something similar for Ace?

♥︎ With You ~ Ace Trappola

summary: in a relationship with Ace Trappola, with your usual three categories! crushing, confession, and relationship shenanigans!

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, mutual pining, gn! reader

a/n: I’m so glad you enjoyed the headcanons with Jamil! Thank you for your request! Honestly, I feel like Ace doesn’t get enough love sometimes, so I’m glad someone requested him! I adore him. I hope you enjoy! **Also, apologies for the delay! I have a writing job, and work has been a little hectic, but!! That will never stop me from writing for y’all —winnie ♥︎

♥︎ starry - eyed !

» With Ace, it’s incredibly obvious to onlookers that he has a crush on you. However, Ace is in denial— unable to recognize his own feelings as affection, as being an actual crush. He insists that he just likes your company! You’re a good friend. He just admires you— that’s all!

» Obviously, no one believes him. Aside from himself, of course. His words are more for convincing himself, rather than convincing others. However, if others try to convince him of his own feelings, he’s incredibly resistant. Someone could directly tell him he has a crush on you, and Ace would still somehow find a way to excuse it— deny it. Though, even if he’s unaware of how he feels, the way he acts around you still noticeably shifts. Because he becomes more self aware that, at the very least, he feels something warm and fuzzy around you. It only seems to make his affections more obvious, though.

» In class, he gets reprimanded by just about every teacher for staring off in space. In reality, his eyes always settle on you. The way you look when you’re focused— the kind smile on your face when you help your peers with understanding the assignments— it’s all incredibly endearing. He can’t help but smile every single time. Occasionally, you catch his gaze and offer a little wave, laughing softly to yourself when Ace is caught completely off-guard, sheepishly smiling and waving back.

» And if you ask him why he was staring at you, he’ll always excuse it. Insisting that it was just a coincidence. He spaced off and just happened to be looking your way! You never pry for more answers, and he’s grateful for that. However, when someone else catches him staring, he’s rarely let off so easily. He’s been made fun of plenty of times by the likes of Epel and Deuce for how much he stares at you. They’ve told him countless times that he has a longing expression on his face, but he always insists that they’re reading too much into it.

» But the thought definitely lingers. Does Ace like you? You were a great friend… was there really something more there? You were great— he wasn’t denying that, but you were just friends… right? He didn’t feel more, did he?

» Ace kept thinking about you. Your kindness, your patience with him when you’re doing schoolwork, your support at his games for his club— the way you always cleared your schedule any time he invited you to an unbirthday party. You cheered him on in croquet games, had fun with him, caused a little bit of trouble with him as your partner in crime, yet, you also stood by him when things were difficult. Without question, you’d lend an ear and be a shoulder to cry on when he needed it most.

» When he was afraid to show anyone the vulnerable sides of him, you welcomed him with open arms and promised secrecy. When Riddle punished him, you comforted him with a distraction and sweet words. Hell, some days Ace would feel like he can’t meet the expectations that everyone puts on him. His false bravado crumbles away, and he expresses that sometimes he chooses to be a troublemaker because it seems to be the only way that he can be his own person. You’re the only person he’s told about his struggle with living in so many people’s shadows— and you never once judged him.

» You never once saw Ace as a shadow of another person— or just one half of someone else. You recognized him for who he was, for his talents, and for his accomplishments. He never has to worry about being good enough to be by your side. You accept him happily on his best and worst days all the same.

» Ace thinks that maybe he does like you. Just maybe? He isn’t certain, though. Likely due to his own fear of your solid friendship changing in any way, he seeks out his upperclassmen for advice. While he was sure the other Heartslabyul students would have great advice, the conversation just came up naturally during basketball club.

» You had entered the gym, waving Ace over with a smile. He excused himself from Jamil and Floyd, quickly trotting over to you without a word. Ace questions why you’re there, and it turns out, he’d forgotten his water in your last shared class. You’d remembered that he had practice, so before you even thought about texting him to get it himself or even checking in with your club, you delivered it straight to him. It made Ace’s heart warm, unable to prevent his smile as he watched you run off with a wave.

» Ace returns to Jamil and Floyd, the two taking a breather, and he seats himself beside them, staring at the door you left through before finally asking that fated question.

» “How do you know when you have a crush on someone?”

» Jamil deadpanned at him and Floyd just gave a wide, entertained smile. Ace immediately blushes, becoming incredibly flustered at the response, trying to justify himself, but Jamil just groans.

» “You’re kidding, right? Ace, look in a mirror. Have you seen how you look at them?” Jamil muttered and Ace tries to sputter out some excuse, but then Floyd pipes in.

» “Hey hey~ Think about it this way! If you don’t like them, then you won’t mind me asking them out, right~? They look squeezable and fun to be around~! You don’t mind, right?” Floyd egged him on and Ace felt a deep flame light in his heart in that moment as he imagined that sight. Floyd and you together? He can’t let that happen and so—

» “Absolutely not!” He blurted out without a second thought. Jamil and Floyd paused and Ace’s eyes widened with realization. Floyd smirked and laughed as he walked off, seemingly satisfied by his outburst. Jamil just huffed a sigh and offered Ace a small smile.

» “You have your answer. Floyd may have just been messing with you, but you should keep it in mind. I’m sure you’re not the only one with a crush, Ace. It took you this long just to realize. Decide what you’re gonna do about it.” Jamil suggested.

» Ace takes the suggestion to heart. He adores you— you treat him in a way that makes him incredibly happy. He refused to let someone else overshadow him again— he couldn’t lose you to someone else. Sure, it wasn’t a competition, but Ace wanted to win your heart fair and square. He wanted to treat you in the way he knew you deserved.

» And so, Ace finally decided that he needed to tell you how he felt. Because now that he’s realized how much he’s adored you all this time, he doesn’t think he can handle staying quiet about it for very long.

♥︎ say the words !

» Ace decided that he had to plan something for you. A normal confession wouldn’t be enough! Sure, it wasn’t a necessity, but he wanted to impress you. He wanted to blow you away with a cute and creative confession! However, Ace doesn’t consider himself the absolute most creative person out there, so he asks for advice from his dormmates.

» A few ideas are thrown out there, but the one that really sticks in Ace’s head is a scavenger hunt around his dorm. He has plenty of memories with you around Heartslabyul— so why doesn’t he send you on a trip down memory lane, with him confessing as the final goal? It was perfect! Simple and cute, but memorable. Plus, it included a bunch of your shared memories together. What could be more special than that?

» He quickly realizes that he needs assistance with this, though. To make sure you were kept on the right track, and to make sure he didn’t make the scavenger hunt too hard! He thought about approaching Riddle… but he felt like he’d be a perfectionist about it. Ace felt like his confession didn’t need to be absolutely perfect— just an honest effort. Because that’s what you liked him for. Ace always gave a genuine effort when he was determined. You always seemed to notice that and comment on it. So no, his dormhead would not be involved. Neither would Trey since he would just tell Riddle.

» So, Ace settled on asking Deuce and Cater for help. Luckily, the two agreed happily, though, not without plenty of teasing from the both of them. Cater noted that it was “about time that the little card soldier got some guts,” which earned him a strong glare from Ace. Deuce just snickered, but the three were quick to put their plan into action.

» Ace wanted you to be able to reflect on some of his favorite memories with you. Tending to the hedgehogs together, painting the roses, attempting baking together— hell, even the days where you two would just chase each other through the rose maze, using a silly game of tag as an excuse to learn about the nooks and crannies his dorm had to offer. Spending time with you was his favorite part of the day. Ace wanted to show that to you with his confession.

» As the day approached, Ace grew more and more jumpy around you— making it quite obvious that he was hiding something. You just smiled, grabbing his hand gently and assuring him that you wouldn’t pry when he got too nervous. You assured that you were always there, but you weren’t gonna pull it out of him. It made his heart warm, and as you both walked to your next class together, he stole a few glances. It settled him— reassured him that he was making the right decision.

» And so came the fateful day. He invited you to Heartslabyul on the weekend when it wasn’t hectic or busy— most being out with their own plans, and he ran off when he got confirmation that you were on your way. Ace waited beneath a gazebo within the rose maze, and when you got ti the common room, Deuce would give you the first clue and you’d be off.

» He glanced at the scenery around him, grasping a bouquet of red roses in his hands as he waited for you nervously. After a few minutes, he got a text from Cater, who had several clones out to watch you.

» “The rose has left the garden with the first clue!! Good luck, Ace!!”

» You smiled at the first clue. Where you and Ace cared for small friends? Clearly the hedgehogs! You trotted there happily, reflecting on the way that the hedgehogs seemed so naturally drawn to Ace. You laughed a bit, seeing a small note tied around the neck of Ace’s hedgehog, gently untying it and reading it. You continued on, unaware of where this was leading exactly, but happy nonetheless.

» Ace kept waiting… and waiting… and soon about an hour passed with no sign of you. The hunt wasn’t that hard, was it? Did you… realize what this was and left? The pit in his stomach grew, but then his phone ringing snapped him out of it completely. He quickly picked up his phone— only to be met with Deuce attempting to stifle back laughter, but miserably failing.

» “Ace! Ace— oh my god you’re an idiot— you forgot the final clue! They’re so confused!” Deuce cackled and Ace’s eyes widened as he reached into his pocket, feeling— oh no— the final clue, a heart-shaped wax seal on the cute little envelope, was still in his pocket. How could he mess up that bad? His whole plan was—! No! He couldn’t give up now!

» “Shut up dunce! Just— bring them here! Please!” Ace demanded and hung up.

» Within a few minutes, there you were. Running over to him with a smile on your face. Ace couldn’t help the grin that rose to his face as he presented you with the bouquet of flowers.

» “Ace! What is all this? You sent me on a wild goose chase and now flowers? What’s the occasion?” You asked teasingly. Ace felt his face flush red and he hid his face, crouching on the ground. He practically crumpled in complete embarrassment. You tilted your head and knelt down beside him.

» “This was… it was supposed to be a scavenger hunt that led you here, but I forgot to put the last clue down… and it messed it up…” Ace groaned and you laughed and wrapped an arm around him.

» “Ace… it’s the thought that counts. I still got to relive some of my favorite memories with you! It was cute. I’m really happy.” You insisted and Ace looked at you. Now was the time.

» “But… this was all set up so I could tell you that I like you. As in like-like— a crush! I have a crush! On you!” Ace stumbled, only flushing a deeper red at stuttering so badly. Your eyes widened for a moment and you tackled him into a full on hug, tucking your face into his neck.

» “Ace! That’s so sweet! Don’t be so embarrassed. I’ve liked you for a long time… I had a feeling, but I wanted to wait until you were comfortable. Now I’m so glad I did. It was worth the wait— you’ve always been worth the wait, Ace.” You hummed and Ace felt his heart melt, leaning into your embrace and pulling you close.

» Finally. Finally he had you— and you liked him. You told him he was worth it.

» Ace couldn’t be happier.

♥︎ at last , with you !

» Of course, being that they were directly involved in Ace’s whole confession scheme, Cater and Deuce find out immediately. Immediately as in, they watched the final confession from nearby and bursted out after you two had your moment. Cater wore a proud smile, having recorded the entire thing. Despite their relentless teasing of Ace, they congratulate you both.

» As Deuce puts it, you keep Ace “short from going mad.” You keep him less… angry? Less spiteful? Either way, you make Ace a lot happier. And at the end of the day, that’s Deuce’s best friend. If you make him happy, then Deuce approves. However, he does threaten Ace— insisting that he must treat you well or he’ll face a beating. Ace doesn’t appreciate the threat being directed at him, but he appreciates that they’re looking out just as much for you as they are for him.

» Cater insists that, with you, maybe Ace will get into less trouble with Riddle! You were a positive influence. You had no intentions of changing Ace by any means, but Cater soon explains that he means it in a different way. Cater knows that Ace will focus too much on being a good partner and making you happy, so he won’t focus as much on getting into trouble. That made you laugh and Ace simply flushed red, vehemently denying Cater’s claim, but not really convincing anyone. Not even himself.

» Well, it was true. Ace wanted to make you happy. That absolutely did not mean he was bending to Riddle’s will after all this time! Nope! You were just… more of a priority than being a thorn in his dormhead’s spine. That’s all. Though, speaking of, in your early relationship, Ace is adamant on not telling Riddle or Trey. It isn’t that he doesn’t trust them, or that he doesn’t think they’ll like you, rather, he knows there’s probably a rule about dating somewhere in his dorm’s rules. Proper courting, courtesy— he doesn’t want that to take over his relationship with you.

» The relationship you both share is authentic because Ace is just… going with the flow. Like he usually does. And you’re right alongside him. He doesn’t need fancy rules about what he can and can’t do with you. If you’re happy and he’s happy, what more do you both need?

» Eventually, later down the line, Riddle does find out. Because Ace tells Jamil and Floyd, who insist that they’re glad he finally did it, but Floyd then goes off and tells Riddle. And what Ace expects is a long lecture from Riddle— but instead, he learns of the only rule regarding dating in the entire Heartslabyul rule book.

» “Rule 763: Do right by your partner, and make sure they do right by you. Prosper together.” That’s all Riddle told him. And Ace felt himself relax. That’s… a lovely rule. And for as much of a rule breaker Ace tended to be, that’s a rule he never intended to defy. He gave a grateful smile to Riddle and nodded, telling him as much. Riddle returned a small smile, wishing you and him the best. Ace feels… happy. Even in dating you the way he’s chosen to, he’s doing well by the Queen’s strict rules. He didn’t have to worry, did he? He’d be okay.

» And that proves true. He would be okay. Because then he spends more and more time with you. You two grow closer and your relationship grows stronger.

» Dates are lots of fun with Ace, and when you two grow closer, they become more frequent. It ranges from something as simple as a walk through the rose maze— to things as complex as the scavenger hunt he confessed to you with. He’s always thinking of new ways to entertain you— to make you smile. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy simple dates, though. In fact, they’re actually his favorite.

» His favorite dates are late nights staying in, where you two are spending the night together. Whether he snuck you into his dorm, or snuck out to yours— it doesn’t matter. Because you’re in his arms as he shows you a few card tricks. You always respond with such child-like wonder— he can’t help but learn more and more sleights of hand to impress you with. Eventually, he gives you the absolute privilege of letting you in on his secrets, but that never stops the awe you show him. Because you know it takes a lot of effort and precision to pull off. That’ll never not be impressive to you.

» Ace also enjoys making dates out of Unbirthday party preparation. He has plenty of memories of the both of you chasing the hedgehogs around the dorm, nearly spilling paint all over yourselves while painting roses— just many memories that he adores. Because it’s essentially his normal day to day, but you’re there. And you make his mundane chores and tasks enjoyable. Plus, he’s always able to convince you to run off into the maze with him to enjoy a few moments alone during the actual party itself. He’ll tuck a rose behind your ear, and you’ll both sit side by side, whispering softly while the party goes on. So whatever the date may be, he’ll enjoy it solely because it’s always you and him together. That’s all he needs.

» As you talk more, Ace slowly reveals more and more to you. He has a deep insecurity regarding living up to his family’s expectations. His brother is an NRC graduate— an honor student— could he ever hope to become something like that? Then, you swoop in. You remind him that he is not his brother. He is fully capable and able to do what he prefers. He doesn’t need to be his brother. He doesn’t need to live in his shadow. Ace can make a name for himself. Whether that be becoming an honors student or something else entirely. You’d be there. Ace can’t help but smile, leaning his head against your shoulder as he hugs you tightly. You always knew just what to say, didn’t you?

» As he opens up, Ace becomes increasingly comfortable telling you about his frustrations and his struggles. Whether it be mere complaining about Riddle scolding him, or him being absolutely silent after being told something particularly hurtful— you were there and you listened. He’d spend the night in your dorm room, leaned into your arms as you run fingers through his hair, relaxing him— distracting him from all of his stress. He never has to worry about disappointing anyone when he’s with you, because you’re so needlessly proud of him. He’s talented. That won’t change even if others don’t recognize it.

» Hearing you say as much is always incredibly soothing to him. Your touch is always soothing. The warmth you show him is his favorite form of comfort. Sure, you and him cause trouble together sometimes— you pull small jokes on others, but the fact that you stick with him even when he can’t keep up the jokester personality? When he isn’t being fun and troublesome… you’re still there. When the dust settles and it’s just him and his thoughts— you’re there. No unrealistic expectations. No scolding. No ridiculous rules. It’s just you and him.

» You love Ace for who he is. You encourage him to be who he wants to be. You stay with him no matter what, and you help him when he’s a bit too prideful to ask anyone else. Most importantly, you never view him as an extension of anyone else. You view him as, well, himself. The boy who likes card tricks, the one who cares a lot for the dorm animals, the one who has one hell of a sweet tooth, the boy who sucks at memorization— but hell, he’ll remember every little thing you tell him because it’s important to you.

» You love Ace Trappola. And you’ve never wavered in that choice. You’d stick with him through fighting off overblots, or a bad grade that made him upset.

» And for that, Ace could never be more grateful.

— fin.

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[khae-writes]

entwined by fate [ xiao/reader ]

tags: open ending, female reader, soulmate au, the red string

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            There had always been this tiny little string that followed right behind the teal-haired yaksha. It was thin and seemingly fragile, however unbreakable. He had tried to cut it off with mere scissors, use his choice of weapon, and even go as far as using anemo to try and cut it off as it hindered with his battles. The other end of it was too far for his eyes to decipher but he knew it pointed north — Mondstadt, he assumed. And that was incredibly far. 

He had no problem crossing scorching deserts and land coated in pure white snow — he wouldn’t , at least. But his duty was to protect Liyue and its people. 

It wasn’t as if he could just leave the inn just to traverse through mountains and climb rocks just to see where this tiny pathetic little string leads.

He had come forth with this problem with Rex Lapis, who was no help in any way. He only smiled and vaguely told him with that same amused but also calculative expression he gave to everyone he found the least bit entertaining.

“You’ll meet them eventually.”

Who was ‘them’?

Xiao scoffed that time he heard that — he knew Morax was not underestimating his abilities, nor toying with him and his emotions. But that was honestly a much more anticipated reaction than the cryptic one the former Geo Archon gave then. The Guardian Yaksha could never fathom why he didn’t just say it outright. But he supposes even the most serious people have their own sources of joy and amusement.

“What do you mean I’ll ‘meet them eventually’?”

Zhongli smiled at him. “The one who is truly destined to save you — your soulmate.”

Xiao didn’t understand; he didn’t want to either. So instead of further humoring the taller man, the vigilante yaksha simply stood up from his seat and walked away, leaving Zhongli alone on his table sipping a cup of tea.

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 He counted the hours.

He counted the minutes.

He counted the seconds.

But of course, sometimes, he’d lose count. So he’d start again, and again, and again — this would happen every time a random no-good bandit pops by, or danger lurks near the Wangshu Inn.

As if the world didn’t want to grant him a moment of serenity where he could just sit around and watch the night sky, counting numbers and time until he’d fall into a slumber. Every so often, his mind would drift back to his last interaction with the tall brunette.

If there was anything he picked up from that , it was that the guardian had a feeling it would be a life-changer for him. Rex Lapis never lied to him, and he doubted he even had the capability to do so — so him saying that the person destined to truly save him from this despair with such confidence — it shocked Xiao.

Xiao almost snorts in amusement.

But it had also exhausted him.

This whole thing where he could only do nothing but wait for the other end to come to him instead.

Yet, he had grown tired of waiting; how many months have passed? How many years have passed?

Why was he even waiting?

Did he want to be saved after all?

Morax said this person would save him completely — he couldn’t have been lured in by that sweet talk, right?

It has been a little over a century, Xiao believes so. The string was yet to throb and move — a motion that people around him would’ve expected to have already heard swing around and be held into a straight line; the sign that his ‘savior’ had arrived. 

But nothing happened over the century. 

A century .

“... this is pointless.” Xiao sighs, pinching the string with his index finger and thumb, bringing it closer to his eyes as he observed it with an analytical gaze, wondering how to separate it from his body without hurting himself and by that, he meant chopping off his arm. There really was no guarantee either whether the string would be cut off or not even after his arm had been cut off.

He sighs, plopping on top of Wangshu Inn’s roof, watching the lanterns light up the sky. There were hundreds, perhaps thousands — he watched them all with a relaxed and contented expression.

A gentle breeze fleets by him, the feeling of the cold wind breezing by his skin tickled him a bit and he liked the feeling of peaceful moments like these — none of his karma to ruin him, no enemy to shed blood of.

Liyue was peaceful; Xiao closed his eyes — although no smile reached his face, he relished in the comfortable silence.

The tug on his pinky finger snaps him to reality. He feels a wave of slight annoyance and he pulls his hand to his chest, as if pettily reminding the string who was alpha — that this mere thread shant keep him caged for some unexplained reason.

A rumbling noise from under the roof he sat on interrupted yet again his doze. He kept his amber optics peeled for any suspicious movement, his spear already on his hand. The weight of the string on his pinky distracted him a bit but it did little to hinder his speed and strength. He jumps down to the ground with a loud thud to encounter the person who he presumed to be out to steal the inn’s money and antique while the owners and visitors were out to watch the lantern festival up close.

Whoever this stranger was that dared to steal at such a solace night — Xiao would be sure to punish them severely.

The noise continued to rustle just behind a bush. His dominant hand suddenly felt much heavier — this time, the weight was overwhelming and the teal-haired man furrows his brows, nearly doubling forward at the sudden gravity. The string no longer limped, Xiao took notice as well.

His heart raced. 

The red string — vermillion and cerise — it was in a horizontal position where it connected him to whatever or whoever it was behind these bushes and the call it was singing to him, it was as if it was luring him to the other end.

He neared, he stepped forward.

Xiao pulls apart the shrubs standing in his way, his weapon long gone before standing over a young woman. His amber-colored contacts met (e/c) orbs and for a moment, silence instilled. It was as if time froze. 

The red string by his pinky, it led to this (h/c)-haired woman battered on the ground who was patching herself up with gauze and bandages.

Then the thread snapped, floating away to wherever.

The girl gaped at him, a shine glossing over her eyes as she immediately dusts herself when she stands. She leaned over to see him clearly. Xiao takes a tentative step back, cautious as she gives him a wide pearly-white grin.

“You’re my soulmate!”

Xiao felt his heart burst into a flutter of emotions — he couldn’t pinpoint what it was, however.

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[khae-writes]

you are my home [ tartaglia/reader ]

tags: fluff, kisses, mentions dark side??, ooc??, fem reader, soft childe, dedicated to my best friend,

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          The sun arose, golden light shining upon a field of flowers of glaze lilies. The lovely ivory color pranced across the plains, small pebbles scattered around as the water rushed by falling into a long stream of waterfall down below. Peace and quiet, it was a moment of serenity; undisturbed and unperturbed. This was what Childe longed for — no, this was what Ajax longed for. Laying on the grass with nothing to care for, the rays of sunshine bathing his body that craved the peaceful background.

Childe — a title that he’d sullied and tainted with blood and merciless slaughter because of his drive to be an active machine in war; a title that he honors as the Eleventh Harbinger; a title that had scared many who’ve heard of his doings; a title of a strong man who’d countered many dangerous beings and lived.

And at the same time, a title that broke him bit by bit.

It was the very title that one day would spread a little far too wide in all of Teyvat that his younger siblings would hear of it. Where they would find out he worked as a villain in this cruel world; where his secret that he tried so hard and so long to keep; a secret to keep his family from being involved in dark business that could risk putting them in danger. Childe had to — no, Ajax — this was what he was keeping them from.

A world of monsters, nothing but ruin and lies — a cryptic and unapologetic dimension where if he asked as gently as he could, no one would bat an eyelash to help. A world so corrupted that despite not wanting to turn out a villain, Ajax turned into a fine asset on the battlefield. A world so unkind that just a simple witness to bloodshed would make one’s skin crawl and burn. A world where a young Ajax was forced to be brought into the Fatui because his desire to pursue violence was uncontrollable.

And one day, maybe that flickering grace of sanity in him would one day snap into a wisp of a flame.

Tartaglia couldn’t bear to picture his beloved younger brother look at him with soulless eyes, with indescribable disbelief as he would give him a look of incredulity if he saw his hands dirtied with wet gooey blood. He wouldn’t be able to fathom his surroundings; he might lash out; he might hurt—

No.

Tartaglia shakes his head, trying to rid of the negative thoughts in his head. He shouldn’t be thinking about such things in such an atmospheric calmness. He should be having fun; enjoying the scenery and resting. A good Harbinger shouldn’t break his mind over little things, no?

No. He had to stay calm; stay sane.

His family was waiting for him in Snezhnaya. Returning home into their arms with a broken mind would be like exposing his dark and poisonous behavior to his loved ones when it’s but a part of him.

‘Do not forget, Ajax, you are here to provide for your relatives and to serve the Tsaritsa as she sees fit. She wouldn’t like you questioning your abilities because she is never doubtful of your skills as one of her trustees.’

The ginger-haired male nearly lets out a laugh — would his family still look at him the same? Like he is a proud warrior who fights for the better good, someone who brings his family’s name to honor by selling toys that all children alike enjoy the toys he make? Would Teucer still look at him with those sparkling, bright jewels in his ocean-blue eyes, gazing up at him with unparalleled admiration? Or would they all turn their back on him, realizing that they’d been admiring a murderer in disguise?

Archons, he needed a distraction—

“Ajax?” A soft whisper brings him back to reality. The hallucination of his family staring at him in horror disintegrated into dust, his lifeless eyes blinking to turn his head sideways. His eyes met (e/c), and he felt his heart soften.

The girl he loves, the woman of his dreams, the queen he would rightfully do anything for so long as it was in his power. You were beautiful, inside and out. Your smile as your lips curl up onto an upwards curve, showing off that perfect smile that would brighten up his days to no end; your eyes that shined in the darkest of nights that not even the moon could compare; your hands that he loved holding even if there was no reason to — if people asked him if you were some sort of divine being, he would’ve responded yes. There was no one like you in the world.

The woman that loves him, the woman that cares for him, the woman that he keeps coming home to because he was high off on paradise every second he spent with you. There, next to him on the grass, you lied next to him with your hands resting on your chest as your head was tilted to face him.

“Yeah… what is it?”

You gave him a disapproving frown, brows furrowing. “You had this look again.”

“Did I?” The Snezhnayan male chuckles awkwardly as he rolled over to his sides so his right arm now supported his whole weight while his left hand caressed your cheek gently, a portion of his body hovering over you as he leans down to gently rub his nose with yours. “Sorry, I tend to… overthink sometimes.”

You bit down the giggle that almost slipped out from the eskimo kiss, your arms instead wrapping around his neck as you brought him closer. “That so? Mind if I know what it was about?” Your lips pecked his, and in just that split second, Tartaglia forgot what he was thinking of earlier.

God, he was drunk on love. And he wanted to bathe in it more, especially because it was you.

“Take a guess, I’d like to know too.” He teases, his pearly white teeth flashing as he coyly stares at you with a boyish grin. “I wonder what I was thinking about.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

You giggle, pushing his hovering body off of you and instead topping him by placing your two hands on either side of his body. Tartaglia was taken off guard, eyes flitting towards yours in slight surprise since you didn’t usually attack him first. You leaned down, lips brushing against his before letting out a short giggle.

Ajax nearly feels his heart jump out of his chest at your teasing, his cheeks reddening at what you were trying to do. His heart pounded hard and he was sure if you listened closely, you would hear the rapid noises it was making. But he focused on you solely — noticing how close you were and how he could practically feel your breath fanning on his lips every time you parted just a bit of those lips.

You were constantly in his vicinity after every battle, always in his line of vision, always so close to him — so close that he loved getting all too many opportunities to hug you, to hold your hand, to touch you, to kiss you any time he wanted; he loves simply just being there with you.

Every moment, to him, mattered.

It was when the ginger-haired male had finally grabbed all courage inside his heart to bring a hand up to the back of your head and push you closer. His head raised up a bit to meet your lips in a gentle kiss; one that, although you didn’t see coming (you probably did), you returned with just as much gentleness. Your lips and his moved in synchrony but unfortunately you both had to pull away for breath.

“What’s up with you today?” You laugh softly as you pulled away. “You’re quite soft today, not that it’s a bad thing.” You mused, seeing your lover’s expression convert into slight embarrassment, his cheeks tinted red.

He clears his throat, flushed cheeks. “Ah… well…”

You giggle and roll off of him, back onto the grass that tickled your cheeks. The silence that ensued after wasn’t uncomfortable in the least bit. Any moment with you was shared special, no matter where there are interactions or not. He counted them all and described each one as heavenly.

“Hmm… this is… a little random but,” this time, Ajax turned his head to look at you in curiosity, “what is home to you?”

He’d known beforehand what you’d lived as before he’d crossed paths with you — you were a victim of domestic abuse, and he was very much aware how much torment and pain you’d went through before stumbling upon him in dirtied garments. He had the option to ignore you, but the fear in your eyes triggered something in him — reminding him of himself from when he’d fallen into the Abyss.

Tartaglia was slightly apathetic as you asked, but as soon as you did, two things appeared in his head. One of his family in Snezhnaya and you, his beloved. The male hums in ponder, eyes darting upward, squinting slightly as they were blinded by the literal sun.

“You are my home.”

“Huh?”

“I would’ve honestly answered my family but,” he turns to you, eyes as dead as ever as he confesses, “they are my heart instead.”

You frowned. “Technically, in this given scenario, aren’t they the same?”

“They’re different for me. I can live without a home, but a heart I know I can’t go forward without.” He spoke, an aching in your chest stinging as he finishes.

And it hit you just how cold the meaning of his words meant. It was simple and straightforward, there was nothing to not get. That if he had to choose between his family and you, he wasn’t going to hesitate dropping you onto a pot of boiling lava for his own blood-related loved ones.

“I-I see… I’m sorry… for asking.” You apologized meekly, shying away now that you realized your worth in comparison to his family paled by a stretch away. What hurt, really, was that he didn’t even think twice about his decision. You knew already that he would pick family over you, but it still hurt.

“But,” he pauses again and you perked up, eyes darting to him in nervousness, “without a home, I’m lost and alone.” Ajax turned to you, eyes softening a great amount as his thumb brushes over your cheek lovingly. “You are my home, (Y/n). You make me feel safe and protected—make me feel like I can be myself without a hindrance, make me feel comfortable. You…” He trails off, his forehead leaning on yours. “I love you. And that even if I can live without you, I wouldn’t.”

Your heart beat erratically, your nose turning red as you sniffled. “Oh…” You tear up, hiding your face in your hands as he continued to caress your skin in a graceful manner.

“I… love you too. You’re my home too, Ajax—and I… I’m so glad you’re here…” You stammered, choking on your sobs before wrapping your arms around him. Under the bask of sunrays and amber light, you two held each other in a moment of peace and serenity.

This was all what Ajax needed to keep himself sane.

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[khae-writes]

UNREQUITED

               His eyes catch hers in that juvenile moment; it is a fleeting second that felt like it lasted an eternity. Brown meets Blue, but in this lapse of dimension, it felt like Brown was the triumphed victor. His heart clamors and thunders inside his ribcage as he bears witness to her unrefined reveal of infidelity. Brown’s hands shake in tremor, twitching as he looks forward in unfiltered rage. He curses her name, venom spat with the unguilted hexes of impure volatility. His madness wraps around her in a cage, introducing her to unspoken and bitter death.

               Her eyes caught his in that painstaking moment; it was a lasting period that felt like something that ran so short. Blue met Brown, but even in this parallel universe, Blue remained the sore loser. Her heart pounded in anxious pools, sweaty hands collecting up in her palms as he stares at her with bloodshot eyes; unrestrained anger visible through them. Her hands shook in fright, quivering in exposed fear through cerulean irises. She cried his name, despair laced in her tone of voice as she sobbed at his feet. Her terror arouses his craze, introducing him to guiltless paradisal pleasure.

#parallelism #original #oneshot #random #originally a schoolwork #but im posting it here anyway #khaewrites #yandere themes #pain #heartache

[khae-writes]

got me blushing and kicking my feet and shit fr

Nicknames

“ What type of nicknames do they call you…? ”

pairing/s: NRC students x gn!reader

genre: fluff

cws/tws: none

a/n: got bored and can’t sleep due to excitement for my party tomorrow (or later as of posting) so I made this

The CORNIEST, SAPPIEST nicknames that anyone can possibly come up with. Their nicknames for you are straight out of a classic romance movie (where they probably picked it up from). Though you find it funny it doesn’t take away the fact they call you it with such love and admiration in their eyes, practically melting.

Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Floyd Leech, Kalim Al-Asim, Rook Hunt, occasionally Lilia Vanrouge

Classic ones like “dear”, “beloved”, “my love”, etc. Some of them have tried to come up with more personal ones but these are the best they can think of calling you. Whenever you call each other any of these nicknames your faces flush a small shade of pink no matter how long you’ve been together, butterflies still forming in your stomachs whenever one of you says those names.

Riddle Rosehearts, Jade Leech, Azul Ashengrotto, Vil Schoenheit, Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge

Calls you by your name. Not that they’re not creative or don’t want to put in effort in calling you one, not in the slightest. They think that calling you by your name is the most intimate thing one can call their lover, whether it’s the name they were given at birth or it’s a different one, they love hearing their name spill from your lips and it’s the same for you. Some are just too shy to call you nicknames, though they may get used to it soon enough.

Ace Trappola, Trey Clover, Leona Kingscholar, Ruggie Bucchi, Jack Howl, also Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viper, Epel Felmier, Idia Shroud, Sebek Zigvolt, Silver

#twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland

[khae-writes]

sleepless [ belphegor/reader ]

tags: fluff, soft, wholesome, belphegor/gn!reader

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One would think Belphegor wouldn’t have any trouble sleeping. As the Sin of Sloth, it was woven into his veins that he’d be able to sleep anywhere, anytime, anyhow with no problem whatsoever. But lately, things have been a bit different, and he suspected it had something to do with you.

The late evenings roll in and he’d still be wide awake. His purple irises staring up at the ceiling of the room he shares with his twin, turning onto his side in hopes that maybe a different sleeping position would make him fall asleep easier. Of course, the nagging sensation that he couldn’t point out was not so easily dissuaded.

With a mildly irritated sigh, he pushes off the blankets off his body before forcing his legs to move to the door. Belphegor took a quick glance over at Beelzebub, a soft smile curving up onto his caricature before walking out. He couldn’t afford to disturb his precious brother with his sleepless dilemmas.

The night was silent, and he usually liked it that way, but times like these where he was the only one awake so late when he didn’t choose so was perturbing. He wasn’t scared, no, how could he be? He was strong, and his strength was unmatched compared to most demons in Devildom. Harboring a Sin was just the bare minimum, and even with that bonus, people continue to underestimate his flaring temper when aggravated.

Should an intruder break in, he supposes he’ll take care of it swiftly.

Belphegor made his way into the kitchen after wandering the halls aimlessly, thinking maybe a midnight snack would help get his mind off things as well as put him to that long-desired sleepiness he’s been waiting to hit him. But to his slight surprise, you were there.

Dressed sleazy in your (f/c) pajamas barefoot and messy at the top of your head, both hands occupied with a carton of milk and a glass to drink from, the space between your nose and upper lip marked with white liquid—milk, he concluded. Hearing his footsteps, you immediately came to face with the indigo-haired demon staring at you with interest. Ridiculous as you looked, you were dreamy.

“(Y/n).” Belphegor called your name.

“Belphie…” You mused back, albeit confused and reluctant. “Why are you awake?”

The demon shook his head. “I can’t sleep. And you? You’re sneaking off to raid our fridge again? Beel has been influencing you lately, I see.” He teased, smiling in amusement.

You flinched, a blush overtaking your features as you attempted to defend yourself. “I-I was thirsty! Besides, I’ve been here long enough to be calling this fridge mine too.”

“Sure, sure. Anyways,” Belphegor waved you off dismissively, eyeing you with a light in his eyes, “you down for some cuddles? I think that’d get me to sleep pretty quick.”

You wiped the milk from your lips with your sleeve, “Clingy tonight, are we?”

He gave you an absent-minded shrug in response. “Is that a no?” Belphegor smiled tiredly, but he was sure you could easily see through that grin that he was exhausted. You were never been one for rejecting cuddles from him, so he was a bit hopeful to hear you say yes, but perhaps he put too much faith in you tonight.

“No, I think I could go for some cuddles too.” Or not. You smiled back at him, placing the milk carton back in the fridge and the glass onto the sink. Belphegor felt his heart soothe in a lull, smiling softly at your agreement. “But we’re staying in my room.”

Belphegor shrugged, “No complaints here.”

“Good. Let’s go, I’m feeling sleepy.” You yawned, stretching your limbs up into the air, hearing the familiar satisfying pops from your joints.

Once you’ve arrived, you set the bed with more blankets and pillows out, knowing that your dearest demon friend(?) liked his bedding extra thick and comfy for the ride. And being the generous and most hospitable person you always were, you laid it in his preferred sleeping sheet—he was very pleased you did that for him.

After preparing the bed, Belphegor quickly crashed onto your mattress, arms splayed out onto the comforters before glancing at you expectantly. Seeing as you weren’t making a move to join him, he sighed and sat up in a split second and quickly dragged you down with him with a plop, your head hitting his chest.

Now satisfied, Belphegor’s hands gently placed themselves on your waist, his grip on you firm so you don’t fall. “This… This feels right.” He breathed, smiling at you.

You chuckled, “That’s the sleepiness talking.”

“No… it really does. You in my arms, comfortable on your bed, sleeping together in peace—that sounds like a dream.” Belphegor hummed, closing his eyes softly as he tried to imagine it from a third person’s perspective. Nothing beats the firsthand experience though, he surmised in his head.

“Hmm… way to make my heart race, Belphie.” You murmured in a whisper, smiling sincerely. “Now, go to sleep.”

“Good night, (Y/n).”

A warm peck on his forehead was felt. It was quick, barely there, but he felt it. Belphegor smiled with closed eyes, allowing himself to fall into slumber for the remainder of the night.

“G’night, sweet dreams, Belphie.”

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me/reader #obey me belphegor x reader #obey me belphegor/reader #obey me belphie/reader #obey me belphie x reader #belphegor x reader #belphie x reader #belphegor/reader #belphie/reader #fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #wholesome #obey me fanfiction #one shot #gender neutral reader #gn! reader

[khae-writes]

CANDLELIGHT

Watch as the candles frolic in a flame,

Behind its fire lingers an aching pain,

Above glows the moon’s ether wane,

The stories of the sky cannot fit into a frame.

I watch with closed eyes; relying on senses,

The light flickered in mirth; joy abundance,

Bred in blithe; walking into acceptance,

Only in the end does it wake into repentance.

A thousand stories of a bird and a tree,

The darling connection of fruit and sweet,

It consumes and takes; never weep,

Then it crumbles into a wisp, wailing stark deep.

His eyes shone in pride and joie de vivre,

Yearning; he received in amount plethora,

Fragility was present in tantalizing aura,

The tombstone lays bare surrounded in flora.

The candle continues to gleam alight,

I lean back, foretold of the bewitching sight,

Bliss lasts temporary, some say might,

Alas, your story unfolds only when you write.

#metaphorical #abstract #poem #poetry #original #wrote it for school but i like it #listen to the soul of wind by bigricepiano

[khae-writes]

OH MY GOD I JUST FOUND THAT ONE FANFIC IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR FOR DAYS BHBAHWEW IT GOT REUPLOADED BY THE OG AUTHOR HOLY SHIT IM SO HAPPY WTFFF THANK YOU LORD AAHHHH

i read it when i was so young like idk 12??? holy shit tho oh my LAWD I REALLY WASNT EXPECTING THIS LIKE HOW DID A PRE-TEEN WRITE THAT WELL OMG, THE WRITER WAS SUCH AN INSPIRATION TO LITTLE ME BACK THEN AHHHH

#years to seconds #months to milleniums #black butler fanfic

[khae-writes]

vil bruising my ego sounds so delectable

Saw a beta Pomefiore and apart from the fact that Epel was going to be a crossdresser at first... Vil?

He looks like that ONE guy who you know he kinda of a ho*...

Also is Rook wearing Harry Potter glasses??? Wth?!

I decided to do a quick sketch of it to show y'all and I'm not sure about the bang color because the photo is pretty blurry.

Beta Vil would act so differently from Canon Vil... with that in mind....

Would you rather have your heart broken or your ego bruised?

#twst #twisted wonderland #vil #beta vil #disney twst

[khae-writes]

SCREAMINGAAAGH

Better with You

Genre: fluff and a bit of comfort, mutual pining

Pairings: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Idia, and Malleus x gn!reader

Scenario: confessing your feelings to him with a kiss <3

Notes: reader is the prefect!

Riddle // make a wish.

The atmosphere inside Ramshackle, while often very lively, was quite calm on this late evening. Riddle sat at your side, chiding you in the middle of your joint study session for once again not having your uniform in order.

You’re trying exasperatedly to get him back on task when an eyelash resting just below his eye catches your attention. You wordlessly reach your hand out to his face, and the air turns tense the moment you make contact.

“What are you...?”

Forgetting the purpose of his rant, Riddle’s words die on his tongue and his gray eyes widen, reminiscent of the new moon just outside. He leans into your touch before he can help it.

“…hold still.”

His lips part, watching your look of concentration with uneasy anticipation. Your gentle touch, much to his dismay, is yet another part of you that captivates him. He'd consider giving up sweets forever if you'd stay like this, if you’d close the space and just…

But the moment ends in a second, as if the bubble that had come to surround you two in those moments burst like he feels his heart might. You swipe your finger under his eye and pull back with a successful smile, but Riddle doesn't mirror it. Noting this, your expression turns slightly distressed.

“Sorry, there was–I should have asked–” you attempt to explain, showing him your finger, but he cuts you off abruptly.

“I-I think we're done for today.”

His face is on fire, surely. Riddle curses both himself and the betraying waver in his voice for being so ridiculous. Why is he being so childish about this? Of course it was just an eyelash, did he really think you were going to kiss him?

Beet red, he turns away from you so fast it must give him whiplash.

The tension in his shoulders as he hastily packs up puts you on edge. So you reach for him, justly confused.

“Riddle? Hey-”

“What?” he snaps, tone far harsher than he wants it. He stops packing his things yet refuses to look at you, the zipper on his bag suddenly far more interesting.

Deciding against touching him, you take a second to reflect. Things were fine until you reached out to him, and even then, he didn't seem upset until you pulled away…

From there, it doesn’t take more than a few seconds for you to connect things. 

You scoot closer, taking his face between your palms gently and turning him to face you. Riddle feels blinded by the sparkle of your kind eyes, hope welling in his chest as he turns to putty in your hold once more.

"Sorry,” you smile, returning to the collected attitude he’s always found enchanting. “Was this what you wanted?" 

And his heart is nearly pounding out of his chest when your lips meet his. He melts as you thread fingers in his hair, the taste of the pastry he’d offered you earlier still on your tongue. His hands settle on your waist, pulling you toward him with urgency like he can’t get enough. And truly? He can’t. 

He was charmed from the very first time you smiled at him, and as the nights passed by and you cemented your place in Twisted Wonderland, you cemented your place in his heart as well. 

Although Riddle didn’t get to make a wish on his fallen eyelash, he still got what he wanted.

Leona // a moment of your time.

“Could you help me record something for class?” 

You came into the botanical gardens with only one mission: finally confess your feelings to Leona. So your plan? To fake an interview assignment, and kiss him by surprise.

Although some of your friends felt it would be a struggle to carry out, you thought it had a solid chance at success. Leona hardly goes to class and consequently doesn’t ever know what’s been assigned. So it’s unlikely he’ll be able to call bullshit on this ‘homework’ you made up.

Also critical to this plan is that Leona is incredibly weak to your wishes. That fact alone gives you hope that your feelings are requited, and fills you with enough bravery to follow through with this. And it checks out, for all you have to do is briefly mention the ‘assignment’ and he’s blinking up at you from where he lays, stretching tiredly.

“I'm kicking you out if it takes too long,” he sighs, sitting up and rolling his shoulders. “What is this for?”

“I just need to ask you a few questions, your majesty. It’ll only take a minute.”

Leona rolls his eyes at the nickname and takes his time in standing, posture relaxing once he’s at your side. You walk to where you’d set up your device and pretend to hit record.

“Okay, ready?”

A hum is all you receive in response once you return to him. It does little to quell your nerves, but the hardest part–in theory at least–is over. All that’s left is to show him how you feel.

He’s not quite looking at you until you snake your arms around his neck.

You tug him down and press your lips to his before your nerves can kick in, the kiss so brief that he doesn’t react at all. Leona simply stares, totally thrown off by your boldness, his eyes looking to the camera in confusion. They return to you with a twitch of his ear, trying to understand what game you’re playing.

“It’s not actually recording,” you ease his worry through a laugh.

The tension that had him frozen leaves him through another roll of his eyes.

“Stupid.”

He growls, grabbing your waist forcefully and connecting your lips once more.

This kiss is anything but brief. Leona can be protective and a bit possessive, you know that, but you feel it all in this moment with his arms around you and his mouth on you. He kisses like he’s insatiable and you’re his favorite meal.

You're practically gasping once he lets you pull away. One of his hands moves to your face, his thumb ghosting over your lips as he revels in the evidence of how much he affects you. It seems he stole all your confidence through that kiss, with how shy you look now.

“…I like you.”

“Yes,” he laughs, “I gathered that.”

Azul // stress relief.

When Azul gets stressed, he likes to lock himself in Mostro Lounge's VIP room and turn everyone away.

This is common knowledge to students of Octavinelle, with Jade and Floyd being especially used to these moments of frustration. But now that you, the all-knowing and ever-caring Prefect, are in their lives? Well, the twins have trained themselves to track you down in record time so you can, in their words, “fix him.”

You don’t mind it since it's not very often that your assistance is even required. All you really do is talk with Azul anyway, and it was this quiet time together that allowed you to discovered that you like him as more than a friend.

Most times though, you part with Azul wishing he’d confide in you a bit more instead of bottling everything up. But his company is comforting to you nonetheless, and yours to him considering you make him lighten up so much that the twins have started teasing you for it.

However, those thoughts are pushed aside as you sit beside him on the couch of the VIP room yet again. Your knees are tucked under you so you can angle your body to him, and he sits with his limbs all stretched out. The lights are dimmed today and he addresses you very quietly, indications that he must have a headache. He’s more irritated today than you’re used to, and the last thing you want is him reaching a breaking point again. So with a bit of gentle coaxing, you get him to explain himself.

“The lounge and school,” he murmurs, “it can get a bit exhausting.”

You don't know if he wants words of comfort, but you figure you'll start there.

“Azul, you work really hard. We all see it and admire you for it. You should take a break when it’s too much, no one would hold it against you.”

His head falls back against the couch, eyes shut and breaths deep. “While I loathe the work at times, I’d just feel worse if I gave it up.” He laughs dryly after a moment. “I sound pathetic, don’t I?”

The absence of a response from you for several seconds pries his eyes open, his head falling in your direction.

Now, despite all his shifty behaviors, Azul tries at all costs to avoid shoving his problems onto you. He knows how selfless you can be, afterall, and he knows you’d rush to his aid should you ever think he needed it. It's why he never tells you things, because he wouldn’t be able to handle the look on your face if you found you couldn’t help him. But to his misfortune, that’s the exact expression he finds you wearing now.

Fumbling for what to do, he follows your eyes to the hand he has resting on the couch and moves it to your leg as if on autopilot. You place your hand over his and squeeze.

“You aren’t pathetic at all, Azul. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk about the person I like that way.”

Somehow you had shifted even closer to each other without noticing, but neither of you moves away as the silence lingers. You both lean in at the same time, eyes fluttering shut.

Azul lets you take things at your pace, sighing every so often against the warmth of your mouth. You take his hands and place them for him, and it’s laughable that he’s so happy to be completely at your mercy. You're patient with him as you kiss for what feels like minutes, his adoration for you only growing.

He hopes you’ll stay forever, here by his side. For time with you is his favorite way to break free of the unrelenting world outside that door.

Idia // a voice like honey.

Idia Shroud, for whatever reason unimaginable to you, doesn’t think he’s worth listening to. 

It took quite some time for him to start speaking to you off-tablet and in person, and even longer for him to do so comfortably. But even after all that progress, he never felt okay rambling in front of you. His insecurity is stubborn.

You’ve been sitting in Idia’s room for about an hour now, scrolling through your phone on his bed while he plays games. You hear him start grumbling to himself suddenly, and prompted by your inquisitive hum, he slides off his headset and swivels around.

Although he struggles to make eye contact, the way he starts waving his arms around dramatically while speaking captures your full attention.

“–and it’s just so unfair! I’ve been playing this game for like, what? Three years to get good?”

“Mhm.”

“And these losers use hacks to just annihilate the whole lobby!”

“How despicable!”

“Exactly!”

You’re grinning by the time he’s finished, looking entirely lovesick when he finally catches your eye. He freezes instantly, voice picking up several octaves as he squeaks, “w-why are you always staring at me like that!?”

“Like what?” You tilt your head.

“Ugh!” 

You can’t help but burst into laughter as he looks away and his hair ripens like a strawberry.

“I’m not really sure what you mean,” you restate, sitting up on the bed. “I just love listening to you.”

Idia has trouble believing you. He’s always thrown off by the idea of people liking—loving?—anything about him, after all. He averts his eyes again, likely considering what to do to get you out of his room before he embarrasses himself any more. But it seems the Great Seven don’t plan to let him off easy, because all of a sudden you’re striding up to him, crouching into his space and looking far more concerned for him than is necessary. 

You part his colorful hair, “you okay?” 

Idia swallows. To answer your question, no; you’re unfairly breathtaking from up close and he’s going kind of lightheaded, honestly. His eyes flicker to your lips for only a second, but it’s long enough for you to notice and for Idia to know he’s doomed for eternity. You tilt your head to the side and look at him curiously.

“Would a kiss make you feel better?”

He nods before he can process what he’s getting himself into. But you burst into laughter again, and that totally makes up for it.

Cradling his face in your hands tenderly, you allow him a moment to stop you if he wishes. He doesn’t.

It’s awkward at first, kissing him while he’s sitting and you’re crouching. Thankfully Idia’s played enough dating sims to sorta guess what he should do, so he guides you onto his lap and you find this new position is much better. He keeps you as steady as he can with how nervous he feels.

The kiss doesn’t last long, and that’s probably a good thing since neither of you were expecting this turn of events. Idia hides his face in your neck and hugs you tightly, expertly hiding how flushed he is.

The color of his hair, however… he can’t hide. But you’ll keep that a secret for now.

(Side note, from Ortho: be gentle with his brother. He noted several massive heart rate spikes from Idia today, and he’d be worried if he didn’t know of your plans with him.)

(Side side note, from Ortho: If you’d just consulted him to begin with, he’d have been quick to correct your misunderstanding. It was never really insecurity that silenced his big brother, just that you make Idia “feel weird mushy feelings” when you stare. He didn’t quite get it either, but that’s what Idia always says after you leave, anyway.)

Malleus // a lesson learned.

Malleus loves to ask you questions about your old world when you’re out on walks. It’s easy conversation; you’re always forthcoming with stories of home, and he loves hearing about how it functioned there without magic, something that he still finds baffling. It’s his way to learn about what made you the person you are.

Occasionally though, his questions stray from things like inventions and politics and wander to topics that catch you entirely off guard.

“How is affection displayed in your home world?”

“…affection?”

You blink a few times in quick succession. When you turn to confirm the question, he’s already watching you, nodding with a smile.

“Oh, well it’s really the same as it is here. Hugging, holding hands…” you trail off before continuing in a smaller voice. “And kissing, I guess.” He hums thoughtfully.

Speaking about this with Malleus, knowing the weight of your feelings for Malleus, has your heart pounding. Hugging and holding hands are things you’ve done with him before and still do, quite often at that. He must make this same connection as he doesn’t spare those a second thought, focusing instead on the last thing you listed.

“Kisses? Those on the cheek?”

The crunching of leaves underfoot fills the silence as you contemplate how to answer.

Kisses, even ones on the cheek, are territory you haven’t crossed into with Malleus seeing as your unlabeled relationship often leaves you hesitating when you consider it. (Also because Sebek would probably spontaneously combust if he happened to witness that, and that’s another problem you don’t need on your hands.)

So, while thinking of any way to change the conversation topic to avoid going into it, you agree absentmindedly.

“Mhm. And on the mouth, for lovers.”

Malleus stops you just as you realize your mistake.

“How fascinating. May I ask you to demonstrate?”

His dark eyes lock onto yours as if daring you to twist his words, and it dawns on you that this was exactly his plan. You know what it is he expects as he closes the short distance between you, taking your chin between gloved fingers.

There’s nothing left to do but kiss him.

Despite the fact that he claims to be inexperienced, Malleus knows exactly how to run his hands over your body until you’re so tingly you feel like you’re floating. His thumbs press into the skin just above your hips when he deepens the kiss, your legs nearly giving out as a result. The cold air can’t soothe the warmth you feel from him.

“I like these kisses,” he purrs when you finally part, chuckling fondly at your breathless state “Anything else you’d care to teach me?”

a/n: this took me forever to edit I am so sorry. But thank you guys so much for the support on my last work, I wasn’t expecting it and seriously appreciate it so so much!! <3 kisses

#twst #twisted wonderland #headwardens x gn!reader #twst x gn!reader #twisted wonderland x gn!reader

[khae-writes]

You don't have to follow every piece of writing advice you get. Everyone's writing style is different, so learn how to filter and choose the advice that resonates with you. Choose something that will help you master the craft of writing.

#writing #writing tips #writers on tumblr

[khae-writes]

Ace, you're not slick 🙄