sampologist

[sampologist]

it's in the little things {heartslabyul + savanaclaw}

OK SO. this started off as a "antithetical things they'd do when they're into you" but it turned into just. things that they do when interested. Some of them go along with the first inspo and are like "oh no they have feelings their world is upside down now" and others are just. cute. So just consider this me throwing offerings into the void so maybe the inspirations/motivation monster will come back to my brain <3

Heartslabyul

Riddle - in the way he fixes you up gently

Late! You were late!

Grim bounded ahead of you, eager to get a quick breakfast before the line closed until lunch. You were simply trying to keep an eye on him, already having resigned yourself to the few crushed granola bars in the bottom of your backpack. Barely catching the glass door as it shut behind Grim, you hurried down the halls and tried not to let your feet slide out from underneath you. Your effort was for naught when you nearly collided with a body the moment you turned the corner into the cafeteria. Riddle let out a surprised ack!, fighting to balance something held in his arms. You staggered back as well, apologies already falling from your lips.

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry, Riddle!” You said breathlessly. “I know, I know, running isn’t allowed in the halls, but…we had a late start.”

Riddle gave you a quick once-over, expression flat but at least not angry. He sighed, handing you the container in his hands with a quiet, “These are for you.”

“Oh-?” You were able to open the container and spy a few homemade muffins before Riddle gently pressed against your chin.

“Chin up. I’ve told you before that you should maintain a neat appearance,” He murmured to himself. His chiding words were gentle, as were his hands as they freely adjusted the buttons on your blazer, straightening out the fabric where he could and fixing the way the collar of your shirt fell over the jacket. With deft, practiced fingers, he tied the ribbon around your neck too, stopping just before it constricted your throat. You swallowed when he leaned back half an inch to inspect his work, anticipating the way his face almost immediately darkened and he rushed to pull his hands away.

“Thanks, Riddle,” You said before he could stammer himself into embarrassment. He pulled nervously at his own shirt collar once.

“You should make sure to wake up on time…” He scolded weakly, voice trailing off before he cleared his throat. “I mean, ahem, the Queen forbids eating in class, so…you should finish those before it’s time to leave!”

He turned and left before you could respond, walking stiffly like a toy soldier. With a fond sigh, you looked at the box of Trey’s treats in your hands. At least Grim would be interested in this part of your story.

Trey - in the way he plainly lays out his intentions for you

Everybody depended on Trey, that much was obvious. The members of his dorm even called him mom on multiple occasions, only half-joking despite the grimace he tried to hide. It’s not like they were being entirely unreasonable, either - Trey was one of the most dependable guys at school. Yet who was there for him to lean on?

You, apparently.

You didn’t mind, of course. Through years of being the dependable one, Trey knew how to confide in you without it feeling like too much. Still, you noticed how he relaxed more and more, until he was no longer filtering his frustrations to you. Perhaps there wasn’t a genuinely mean bone in his body - just a bunch of tired ones, ones that yearned to rest in the solace you were happy to provide.

There was a funny domesticity to the whole thing that made your stomach twist in knots the longer you thought about it. Behind you, Trey was helping Grim through the last problem on his alchemy homework, the job you assigned to him to keep him away while you cleaned the last of your dishes. Perfectly in tune, Grim scampered away to put his paper with yours just as you pulled the plug in the sink and dried your hands. A moment later, you appeared behind Trey and let him lean into you, wrapping your arms loosely around the top of his chest.

“Thank you for helping him,” You murmured. “That’s one less thing I have to do.”

“It’s nothing,” He answered, and meant it. You were one of very few people he truly didn’t mind helping out no matter how many times you asked. “Besides, now that means I get you to myself.”

There it was again - something said so flippantly that made your heart do somersaults in your chest. Not quite knowing how far you could go, you leaned your head forward and placed the lightest of kisses to the top of his head.

“Do you really not know that I’ve been all yours since the start?” You ventured, keeping your face hidden behind his head even if he wouldn’t have been able to see you if you hadn’t. “It’s alright. I don’t mind reminding you.”

You weren’t sure how you’d get him to believe you for real, but he reached up and squeezed your forearm, and you knew you’d manage it somehow for a shot at this being real.

Cater - in the steadfast attention he gives you

Riddle looked about ready to blow a gasket, face red and sharp glare on Cater. Or rather, on Cater’s hand as he scrolled mindlessly through magicam.

“Cater,” Riddle said through gritted teeth, “Do I need to remind you of the rules to start an Unbirthday party? Put your phone away. Please.”

“Are we even going to start before the Prefect gets here?” He asked, unamused. Ace peered over Cater’s shoulder and made a face when he saw that he was looking through your magicam account. Not only was his crush making him moody, it was apparently making him a lovelorn sap, too.

Before Riddle could respond, you barreled through the entrance to the garden, out of breath and holding Grim by the scruff of his neck. He wriggled and shouted, effectively drawing everyone’s attention from the punishment that was about to happen before their eyes.

“SO sorry I’m late! Grim started a fire just before we-” You looked around you and saw a handful of tense first years along with a very angry Riddle. “Oh, is this because of me? I’m really, really sorry, I was going to tell you but I thought I could make it.”

“IT IS NOT - ah,” Riddle started loudly before catching himself and taking a deep breath. “It’s not your fault, Prefect. Cater here-”

“Saved you a seat!!” Cater interrupted, pulling out the chair next to him and eagerly patting the cushion. You gave Riddle a small smile before sitting, finally releasing Grim from your hold. A gray blur darted around the garden before ultimately ending up on your lap while you chuckled at something Cater said. His phone was nowhere to be seen.

Deuce - in how eager he is to please you

Deuce was determined to approach his new school life openly, honestly, and with more effort than anybody else in the student population. Becoming an honor student was an entirely new experience for him, so he figured it’d be best not to complicate matters with unnecessary mind games. For similar reasons, he took the same approach to how to deal with you, his very first ‘oh-my-goodness-the-prefect-is-totally-out-of-my-league-but-i-think-they’re-WAY-cooler-than-everyone-else-and-i-can’t-just-lie-to-them-so-i’ll-win-them-over-with-the-hidden-charm-my-mom-said-i-have-when-i-lamented-to-her-in-my-last-letter’ crush.

It didn’t help that on top of being insanely clever and tough and attractive, you were also totally smart. You didn’t even have magic and yet, if it weren’t for Grim’s scores bringing down your average, you’d easily be at the top of the first year class on every test. He HAD to take you up on your offer to study; he’d get to spend more time with you AND he’d get the best tutor in the grade to make his honor student dreams come true!

An unexpected outcome to this, though, was the immense pressure Deuce felt to impress you. What if he failed a test? You would be disappointed in him, right? Would you feel like it was your fault? Would you hate him forever and never study with him again??? The thought kept him up later than his worries about the test did, though Deuce would never admit it. (Ace might, if he ever got the admission out of him.)

His worries were for nothing, though, as he walked out of the room with a solid 86 earned entirely on his own. Deuce’s first instinct was to run down the hallway hollering in excitement, but he kept that inside in favor of waiting for you.

“So, how’d you do?” You asked as soon as you saw Deuce standing against the wall. You could see Deuce consider tricking you and saying he failed, but the excited bounce in his mannerisms gave him away. Instead he showed you his test, cheering with you when you loudly congratulated him. “I knew you could do it! All that studying really paid off!”

Ace, who had followed you out of the classroom and went entirely unnoticed, huffed and waved the both of you off. “Alright, lovebirds, just meet me at lunch,” He grumbled, gesturing for Grim to follow him. Deuce let him leave, instead relishing in your praise while he had it. Not for the first time, he considered himself lucky to be able to hold your attention for so long.

Ace - in how deeply he allows himself to feel for you

Ace wasn’t shallow, but he wasn’t exactly the deepest sea, either. He could understand many of the deep, complicated feelings his classmates often lamented, but he preferred to coast on the surface, floating cheerfully in his little bird-shaped floatie with a drink in hand. That is to say, Ace was usually much happier just accepting things as they were. If somebody didn’t like him, fine. If something was fun, do it again until somebody came around to ruin it. Then, move on to the next thing. Life didn’t have to be that deep - or, at least, his life didn’t need to be. It didn’t seem too fun down there anyway.

But then you reached up and pulled him down by the ankle, forcing him to sink to emotional depths he never bothered with before.

It wasn’t dark or scary like he was expecting. Actually, he was having fun with what he was experiencing. The way his heart pounded out of nowhere was close to an adrenaline rush, and the warmth that spread through his body wasn’t the worst thing. But he was definitely sinking, a pressure building on his lungs that was getting harder and harder to ignore. Would he acclimate? Would they burst? Ace didn’t know, and he found when he opened his mouth to ask he was only met with bubbles.

There wasn’t much of a difference between the way he acted before and after you turned his life upside down. Nobody really paid close enough attention to notice the way he held on to your hand a little longer while leading you around campus, or how his laughter faded out a little quicker in favor of watching you. When he allowed his thoughts to drift and he remembered there might come a day you have to leave forever - a day that could be just around the corner, for all anybody knew - a dark feeling settled in his gut that stubbornly stuck to his insides. There were little things he began to notice, little moments he began to collect, and they made him sink faster like pebbles in his pockets.But..being down beneath the surface really wasn’t the worst thing. Not if you were the one pulling him down.

Savanaclaw

Leona - in the ways he can’t quite play it cool

There were a lot of subtleties within Leona that you didn’t yet understand. It wasn’t for lack of trying, of course. You were simply still learning, and Leona proved to be just as difficult as you expected. He was guarded, everything he gave you was purposely an inch short of what you wanted, and what you were beginning to understand about him was telling you that he would never, ever give you a straight answer for any of your questions.

You only knew Leona for a few months, though. Ruggie has known him longer.

It wasn’t entirely your fault that you seemed to be grasping for hints in every direction. You weren’t even familiar with beastman mannerisms, so how could you be expected to dig even deeper than that? Ruggie, on the other hand, lived with lions for a while, and one in particular has been the main receiver of his attention for a while. Even without his knack for reading people, Ruggie would be an absolute fool not to notice how utterly hopeless Leona was when it came to you.

Leona’s ears were always perked up, one part of him alert even when the rest of him was dead asleep. Catching Leona unguarded was almost impossible, as his ears were always listening. Ruggie thought Leona was merely protecting what was his, making sure that when he helped himself to some of the prince’s items he wasn’t taking something Leona particularly treasured. What Ruggie was beginning to realize, though, was that they were listening for you.

Ruggie asked Leona about once, in a round-about way that they both knew was intended to preserve both their prides. Leona claimed he was merely bracing himself for the annoyances that trailed behind you at every turn, yet the way his ears lowered slightly, relaxed when you greeted him, gave him away.

More obvious than his ears was his tail.

Leona was not a touchy person. In fact, he preferred to be left alone entirely, whenever possible. The only person who could get away with even being close enough to touch him was Ruggie, and that was only when the only option to get Leona off the mattress in the morning was to push him off of it. You were the exception, as Ruggie was learning. You normally had his tail wrapped around your wrist like a bracelet, and half the time you didn’t even know it.

Ruggie watched with curiosity as you sat between him and Leona at lunch. That was another thing you could do - force Leona into rooms he normally wouldn’t bother with just with the promise of your premise - and a few seconds later, you had a tail wrapped around your back and resting on your lap like some sort of seat belt. Ruggie gave a breath of a laugh, looking away so Leona couldn’t prove exactly what amused him so much. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why Leona was so obsessed with keeping you close, so interested in making sure you couldn’t be taken away. You just hadn’t yet learned where to look.

Ruggie - in the things he shares

Ruggie didn’t have a lot.

There were lots of good things about him - he was hard-working, straightforward, more clever than he gave himself credit for (even on days where he gave himself plenty of credit). As long as you were not the target of his jokes, he was funnier than most of the people around him. The more you thought about Ruggie, the more you could decide was wholly good about him.

But, materialistically - so, in the way that mattered - Ruggie didn’t have a lot.

He neither hid nor flaunted that fact. It was just something everybody knew, to the point where every move he made was reasoned away with “he never had a lot.” Ruggie’s hunting in the kitchen for food about to go bad? He’s resourceful like that, because he needed to be. Ruggie’s running to and fro on errands others should be doing? Probably collecting IOUs for the next time he finds he needs something. Truth be told, the assumption got kind of annoying at some point - while he can play very easily with others underestimating him, it did settle uneasily that people associated him with lacking something. It was like someone rubbed his fur the wrong way; not the end of the world, but definitely not ideal.

Ruggie spotted you sitting against a tree one day and instantly sighed in relief at his search being over. He had a lull in jobs, a time slot saved just for you - but he walked like he was on a mission, just so that people would leave him alone. Efficiency, and all that. As he approached, you smiled at him before turning your attention back to a textbook open on your lap. With little grace, he dropped a few plastic-wrapped food items in your lap and stood in front of you, his shadow stretching past you and up the trunk of the tree.

Your writing stopped and you blinked at the food a few times. When you looked up at him, the grin on your face was wider than it had any reason to be. Ruggie briefly wondered which would weigh heavier on his mind: the idea that you wondered why he gave this offering to you because it might be all he had, or the idea that he just wanted to make sure you, specifically you, were taken care of.

You looked hungry, was all, and Ruggie knew how to fix that. But you didn’t need to worry yourself with the details.

Jack - in the ways he shys away from you

“You won’t be able to carry all of that,” Jack said bluntly. You peeked at him from the side of the stack of boxes, blinking as if processing his audacity.

Professor Crewel sent you to the botanical garden to fetch a few boxes for the next class’ lab. It seemed a simple job at first, until you realized the boxes were full of heavy bags of fertilizer. Still, you put on a brave face and tried to heft the boxes up yourself, only able to make it a few steps at a time before needing to take a rest. Jack, who had been in the garden checking on a plant for a project, had half a mind to leave you alone to struggle. But the idea didn’t sit right in his stomach, turning in a way that was worse than just disagreeing with his personal honor code, so he decided to offer his help.

In a…roundabout, unintentionally-so-yet-still-semi-insulting way.

Your arms gave out and the boxes fell to the ground with a thud that drowned out your sigh. “Okay, yeah, you’re right. Do you think you could give me a hand?” 

Of course he could. You knew he could. You did know he could, right? Jack lifted the boxes with ease and shook his head in disbelief, turning to the exit. “Lead the way, prefect.”

“Wow!” It took you a moment to marvel at his display of strength, your eyes practically burning the path your gaze took down his arms. After a moment, you scurried to match his pace. “Sorry, I’m just…always so amazed at how strong you are! It’s really impressive.”

You didn’t give him any time to embarrass himself with the visible shock that dawned on his face. With a soft exclamation, you ran to hold the door open for him, allowing Jack to collect himself for a moment. The only problem was his tail, wagging a mile a minute and showing no signs of stopping before he walked in front of you.

Just before he crossed the threshold, Jack stopped, pretending to adjust the boxes while willing his tail to at least slow down. It took longer than he’d like, but he eventually got it to a pace where he could pretend his tail was just swaying with the way he walked. 

There were a lot of things he wished he could be more honest with you about, but the mere thought of even starting that conversation froze Jack’s blood. The ice in his veins burned more than the shame of taking such a cowardly way around things. He wished his tail would get the memo to stash all his feelings away, but alas, it was always too honest for his own good. Perhaps it was a sign…but for now, it was just a burden, one that you were getting too close to discovering each day.

#twst fic #riddle x reader #ace x reader #deuce x reader #cater x reader #trey x reader #leona x reader #ruggie x reader #jack x reader #2022

[sampologist]

preparations {vil x reader}

sometimes when i have bad days i imagine kisses with my faves and it makes it better :)

gn!reader - reader is wearing make-up! (also there is one mention of "housewife" but the reader is not explicitly referred to as one - if that might bother you, read at your own discretion!)

Not fair.

It was a thought that crossed your mind frequently when you hung around Vil. At first, it was born from a place of something uncomfortable, not quite envy and not quite self-loathing but a similar emotional cocktail that made it difficult for you to tell the difference. You got over that rather quickly - and good thing, because you were positive Vil could smell your envy for miles and you never would have gotten this far with it in tow. No, your feelings changed, bubbling into something warmer, something that made your face hot and your heart stutter. Now you were comfortable, and you were eager to fan the fervent flames of his beauty which you've begun to cherish so. But that meant that you had to be brought up to standard, to have his attention focused right where you wanted it and yet you were still unsatisfied because it was attention of the wrong kind.

It was still very much unfair. Unfair of him to tease you, to swipe your lips carefully with gloss and ignore the way you writhed with both nerves and impatience. It was especially cruel when you both knew that, with sad enough eyes and a few sweet murmurings of 'pretty please', you could get whatever you wanted.

"And don't forget," Vil started, his voice authoritative as always but dimmed to a softer volume than usual. You quickly filtered out the words he was saying, focusing instead on the sweet pitch, on the way you would certainly be able to feel the vibrations in his throat if you placed a gentle touch there. The information he was giving you had already been drilled into your head after he gave you meticulous instructions on what to expect and who to avoid. Yes, the few celebrities you had heard of during your time in Twisted Wonderland would be there. Yes, pictures of you would certainly be circulating on Magicam from the moment you get there until at least a week after. No, he didn't expect you to hold onto his arm and smile quietly like some colonial housewife. Where on earth did you get that idea?

Others said he liked to harp on the most insignificant details, but you saw him more like a worried mother hen. The public eye was a dangerous place to be for the uninitiated, and you were still so unfamiliar with the world at large. He was only trying to shelter you from a well-documented embarrassment, and you were beyond thankful.

But there was something other than words that would help soothe your words, something he was being woefully cruel about keeping from you.

"...are you listening, sweet potato?" Vil suddenly asked, voice flat and face unamused. Even his frown was prim and dainty. You stared at it as he sighed. "Of course you aren't. You are absolutely hopeless, you know."

Finally blinking to reality, you smiled up at Vil and kicked the floor, spinning once in his vanity chair. He stopped the chair with one hand, effectively caging you in on the side. "Yeah, hopelessly in love with you."

Narrowing his eyes, Vill put two fingers beneath your chin and tilted your head slightly, examining his work from every angle. "Oh? What makes you think you'll get what you want if you continue to act so childishly, hm?"

"Maybe I need some incentive to start acting more responsibly."

"Is that how this works?"

You pouted, watching for the moment Vil's eyes flickered down to your own lips. It took everything you had not to smile when you finally caught him.

With another exasperated sigh, Vil leaned closer to give you what you wanted. The hand that tilted your chin moved to cradle your face, touch gentle to avoid smearing any makeup yet undeniably warm. His lips were soft, barely pressing against your own in a silent chide to not get too greedy. You could smell the sweetness of one of his cosmetics, something faintly fruity and undoubtedly new. His attempt to look entirely unenthused when he pulled away was valiant - fitting for such an adept actor, for sure - but he still let you carefully swipe the mark of your lip gloss away with your thumb. His own lipstick, of course, was smudge-proof. 

“I’m lucky you love me,” You said dreamily, stealing the sentiment from Vil before he could comment on your luck. Not for the first time, Vil gave you a soft warning look. Empty threats.

“That is proof that I indulge you entirely too often.” Vil stepped away so you could look at yourself in the mirror, placing his hands on the back of the chair and bending so his face was level with yours. You locked eyes in the mirror. “Now, how about you tell me what information I was giving you before you disrupted my work?”

#twst fic #vil x reader #2022

[sampologist]

it's in the little things {octavinelle + scarabia}

Part two of my "things they'd do when they're into you!" again, i'm not really sure if all of these are antithetical or not, at this point it's just me writing whatever sparks joy in my soul and trying to make it fit canon...a writing exercise of sorts?

part one (heartslabyul + savanaclaw) here!

Octavinelle

Azul - in the scribbled hearts in the margins of his notebook

This was certainly a nightmare.

It started as a dream - but a nightmare is a type of dream, certainly! Only this time, instead of happening on the vast fields in the middle of a dreadful P.E. block like most of his class-related nightmares occurred, Azul was stuck in the middle of a cold sweat in alchemy. Made into a fool in his best subject - how terrible is that?!

When Crewel announced that the day’s class would be a joint session with some underclassmen, Azul tried to hold in his excitement. There was no need for Jade and Floyd to know that he immediately knew it was your class that would be joining his own (or rather, he didn’t need to confirm it with them, for certainly they already knew.) Of course, he made sure his uniform was prim and pressed, his lab coat spotless, his safety goggles loosened just enough that they wouldn’t leave an embarrassing outline on his face once the day finally arrived. As Crewel explained the experiment and mentioned choosing partners, Azul’s eyes immediately flew over to you - only to find you also looking right at him. Almost imperceptibly, you smiled and nodded before ducking your head back down to look at your notebook. A giddy warmth flooded through Azul, though he wasn’t certain if it was from you or the general prospect of being sought after for voluntary partner choosing. Wrestling with the thought distracted him for the rest of Crewel’s explanation.

The experiment went along smoothly. You were quite the bright student, and on the more difficult areas you knew how to follow his instructions well. Azul was ecstatic to answer any of the questions you had, eager to look intelligent and capable when you needed him. It was almost…easy, talking to you this way. Yes, the day truly did start as a dream.

But then you asked to see his notes.

“I know yours are probably more detailed and advanced, but I think I must have written something down wrong? I don’t know, I just…would appreciate it,” You explained almost bashfully.

Still riding the wave of feeling dependable, Azul didn’t even think twice. He slid his notebook over to you with what he sincerely hoped was a charming (if not confident) smile. “Certainly. For your stellar performance today, I won’t charge you in return.”

You laughed quietly. “Oh, thank you-” Your words cut off in a high pitch, and Azul looked down at his notebook.

He felt so confident because this unit was easy.

It was so easy, he spent the review sessions doodling in his notebook.

He was doodling your name in little hearts the entire time.

Almost instantly, the suave facade Azul worked so hard to create and keep began to shatter. A large part of him wanted to snatch the notebook away and offer to look over your own notes yourself. Another large part of him wanted to stammer out a pathetic excuse and curl up in a ball, never to show his face again. His brain short circuited with the radical options he was weighing - a moment later, he simply choked out a strangled cough and looked away, busying himself with reorganizing clean beakers. Azul was certain his face was beet red.

You didn’t say anything to him, an Azul couldn’t even tell if you were copying down his notes or if you had just left. You probably left. After all, now that you saw he was nothing but a child who drew hearts on his notes and woke up early just to make sure his already-perfect uniform was even more perfect, you definitely didn’t want to-

He felt the edge of his notebook tap his back, but he didn’t turn around. Other students began filing to their seats while some finished the experiment or cleaned up, so you did the same, pointedly avoiding Azul’s gaze. Grimacing, Azul steeled himself and picked up his notebook, scanning the page and planning on scratching every heart out.

Then he noticed, in the space made between two separate paragraphs, a brand new heart in blue ink rather than black. The sides were asymmetrical, and there was an attempt at some kind of minimal shading along the edges. In your handwriting, written in blocky print, was your name followed by ‘+ AZUL 4EVA’

Quickly slamming his notebook shut, Azul turned bright red again, hurried to his seat, and refused to speak to or about you for the rest of the day.

Jade - in the kindness he gives you, no strings attached(?)

Give me a free Mostro Lounge drink once, shame on you.

You thought it was strange, that much Jade could tell. At first, you insisted he got the wrong table, only to shrink back when he acted offended over your insinuation that he couldn’t do his job. Once he assured you that he meant to place the drink on your table and walked away, you stared at the glass for a long time, almost as if you were expecting it to move. Your furry companion looked from you to the glass before going off on a tirade Jade couldn’t quite hear, undoubtedly saying something about how suspicious he was. Ah, well. It wasn’t Grim he was trying to charm.

Give me a free Mostro Lounge drink twice, this is getting weird.

The second drink arrived less than a minute after you finished the first, taking both you and Grim by surprise. You looked as if you had something to say, but you remained silent. Jade simply smiled and assured you that you could beckon him over if you found yourself in need. This time, as he retreated, he knew you were watching him. This was a more entertaining game to play than he thought.

Give me a free Mostro Lounge drink three times, I think I’m silently agreeing to some horrible murderous plot and I need to find a way out of my fate NOW.

“No more after this, please,” You finally said once the third one came around, right as you were finished with the second one. Beside you, Grim looked as if he was physically biting his tongue, knowing that deals were frequently Jade’s goal yet pained at the thought of denying free food. Jade nodded.

“Were they not to your liking, Prefect?” He asked, taking the empty glass and setting it on his tray. You blinked up at him twice.

“No, they were fine, I just-”

“Just fine?” Jade brought his hand up to grip his chin thoughtfully. “I thought for sure they were catered to your tastes.”

“They were great, but- catered to my tastes? And how’d you know exactly when I was done with each one?” You finally looked him in the eyes, almost daring him to admit he was watching you the whole time. 

He was, of course. But why would he just tell you that?

“This is the second time you’ve implied I cannot do my job. Should I allow you to file a formal complaint?”

You fell silent, your gaze dropping to the table thoughtfully. Grim harrumphed at him, trying to intimidate him in your stead. A few tables away, Jade noticed someone debating getting his attention and promptly blocked them out.

“I didn’t order these. What will they cost?” You cringed at your imagined price.

“Nothing. On the house.”

“That is definitely a lie.”

Bending at the waist, Jade brought himself to your eye level and placed the tray in his hand on your table. His hand gripped the table’s edge, effectively trapping you in your booth. “Is it so hard to believe that I favor you so? I simply wish to keep you in the lounge. I quite like seeing you around.”

“You- what?” 

“Ah, but now if you decide you want another drink, you’ll have to ask me for exactly what you want,” Jade said, allowing his voice to drop teasingly. If you were flustered before, Jade wasn’t sure what to call this level of bashfulness. You were shrinking into your seat, eyes averted, trying desperately not to let him know that he had successfully planted the ideas he wanted to in your head. “Don’t let it scare you, though. If it’s for you, I don’t mind an extra expense or two.”

He left you then to tend to the other tables. Maybe now he’d be in your mind as often as you were in his.

Floyd - in the sudden predictability of his moods

There was a rumor floating around the open-air halls of Night Raven College: Floyd’s unpredictable mood swings were becoming, well…predictable! The student body was torn over how to react. Some were thrilled, as they thought dealing with Floyd became infinitely easier if one knew when to catch him. Others were terrified, for they were sure it meant the end of days was coming. As for the two closest to him…they were more inconvenienced than anything else.

There was one major trigger for Floyd’s moods anymore, and it was the Ramshackle prefect. If Floyd was with them, he was in a good mood, excitable and energetic and eager to do most anything if he could drag the prefect along on his adventures. If Floyd wasn’t with them, he was moping around campus. In truth, this didn’t make him any easier to deal with, not when his thoughts refused to budge from the magicless student.

Floyd didn’t care about the dirt he had kicked up. He just wanted to find his shrimpy.

Usually, he could find them lurking in their last class, or watching one of their friends do their club activities. Other times he ran into them by a stroke of luck. Sometimes, though, Floyd couldn’t find them at all, each spot he found without the prefect only worsening his mood. It usually ended with him giving up and collapsing in the nearest convenient place until the prefect came to find him. 

Which would explain why he was lying face-down on a bench with Jade and Azul standing behind it, one watching him in amusement while the other tapped his foot impatiently.

“How much do you think it would cost to hire the prefect to follow us around all day?” Azul asked, only half-expecting an answer.

“What position is opening? Would we employ them in the lounge? Or were you thinking you needed another assistant?” Jade responded. Beneath them, Floyd groaned out a disheartened, ‘Shrimpyyyyyyyy…’

Azul’s eyes followed the length of Floyd’s long body hanging over the seat of the bench on both ends. “That depends. Are babysitting wages higher or lower than those positions?”

Something caught Jade’s attention from one of the upper hallways. “Ah, this brainstorming can wait another day. Look who’s here to save the day again.”

Like an elastic band pulled too tightly, Floyd spun around and pulled up his knees so his legs were no longer stuck beneath the arm of the bench. After he crashed off the bench, he skipped merrily your way while Jade and Azul waved up at you. Not having seen Floyd leap into action, you walked to the concrete wall and leaned over, waving back cheerfully. Seconds later, Floyd ran up behind you and picked you up, laughing as Grim leapt off your shoulder to escape him.

Azul stopped Jade before he could move to join the two of you, holding out a small slip of paper. “Will you give this to him? Maybe he’ll be more productive now that they’re around.”

Jade smiled and bowed, both respectful and condescending at the same time. They both knew  the chances of getting Floyd to divert his attention from you was low. “Of course.”

Azul watched as Floyd swung you around for a moment, a part of him pleased that you seemed to enjoy Floyd’s company as much as he did yours. Jade approached the two of you and offered Floyd the list, briefly explaining something. After looking at it for a moment, Floyd ate the paper - literally ate the paper - before either of you could think to stop him, and Azul sighed heavily as he took that as his cue to leave.

Scarabia

Kalim - in the little ways he finds to be selfish

The light was quickly fading from the Scarabian horizon as the sun hid itself beneath the desert sand. The heat still clung to the earth, soothed only by the faintest breeze rushing in through the open-air lounge. Kalim leaned on the table in front of him, looking up at you with completely unhindered adoration as you spoke. His eyes were drawn to every little movement - your hands tousling your hair, tugging on your ear, gesturing gently in front of you. The way you shifted your foot, careful with the impact as you willed the pins and needles away. All the other Scarabia students had cleared the mess from the meal a while ago, leaving the both of you alone with a slumbering Grim. If Kalim had been paying attention to anything but you, he might’ve heard Jamil comment on how this was the longest he’s been quiet, ever.

To be entirely honest, Kalim wasn’t entirely focused on what you were saying. There were other things grabbing his attention: your movements, of course, and the soft melody of your voice. Kalim wondered if your ears were pierced, and which of the earrings he had would look best on you. They’d all look good. He’d have to give a few pairs to you before you left.

Whether you noticed he was startlingly quiet or just ran out of things to say, you eventually trailed off and stared at Kalim while he stared at you. He wasn’t subtle at all with his gaze, and it had long since stopped being unnerving. Clearing your throat, you watched him blink to reality before saying, “It’s getting late. Grim and I really need to go over the latest unit in Crewel’s class before tomorrow, so…”

“No!” Kalim suddenly said, sitting upright in a flash and grabbing your wrist. His grip was feather-light, but the panic in his eyes almost warranted a true emergency. “Uh, don’t…we don’t want to wake up Grim! He’s sleeping so soundly.”

“Oh, please,” You said, affectionately rolling his eyes. “The only person who can fall asleep easier than Grim is Leona.”

Kalim didn’t smile at your quip like you thought he would. Instead, his eyes darted around frantically, clearly searching for another excuse to keep you around. He didn’t know why he felt so urgently to make you stay, especially when you had things to do at Ramshackle. If he found out he was the reason you failed an alchemy lab, he’d feel absolutely awful. But he also wasn’t one to hold himself back from what he wanted, and what he wanted was to be plastered to your side at all times.

Or, at least, to spend another hour with you.

“Please stay,” He finally asked, settling his gaze on yours. “I really like talking to you.”

“We’ll talk tomorrow,” You tried to reason with a shrug. “If you keep me much longer, I won’t have anything left to say to you!”

“You could tell me the same story on repeat. I’d love listening to you all the same.”

He let go of your wrist then, propping his chin in his hands like a child awaiting a story. Kalim’s earnest words sent a nervous feeling fluttering in your chest. To hide your embarrassment, you turned your head away and watched Grim twitch his ears in his sleep.

“Maybe…Grim would appreciate the extra nap time, wouldn’t he?” You asked. Kalim clapped excitedly and scooted closer to you, your legs now touching. Trying to hide your embarrassment by clearing your throat, you asked, “Uh, where was I in my story…?”

Jamil - in allowing himself to fantasize

“This question is rigged against me specifically, you know.”

Jamil leaned to look over your shoulder, scoffing lightly when he saw in bold ‘WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?’ “Even Kalim can answer that by himself.”

“Kalim doesn’t have his fate resting in the hands of Crowley,” You huffed, crossing your arms and leaning against the back of your chair. “I have no idea if he’s ever going to find a way for me to get home. When he does, do I get a choice to go through? What happens if he doesn’t? Do I have to stay here at the school until he figures it out, or can I just kinda wander the world with no idea how anything works?”

Jamil nodded, only half-listening as he scribbled down a few of the steps he used to solve the alchemical equation on his paper. The ‘show your work’ rule was more of a burden than a help for him, but he needed to get all the points he could if he was free to bring his averages up now. 

“What if I just write something completely crazy?” You mused, staring up at the ceiling. “Maybe I really do want to join a wolf pack or something. How would Trein know?”

All you got in response was a quick exhale, which was close enough to a laugh to satisfy you. “Seriously, though. Where do you see yourself in five years?”

“That’s the question, isn’t it,” You grumbled. Jamil let you fall into a thoughtful silence, glad for the opportunity to finish his own assignment in peace. Your ramblings were pleasant to listen to, but he still appreciated a moment to focus. “What would I have to do to be with you?”

Immediately, Jamil stiffened, pressing down with his pencil so severely he ripped a hole in his notebook paper. He didn’t let you ask what was wrong, and instead tilted his head so his hair fell over the side of his face in a protective barrier between the two of you. “Don’t say such careless things.”

For as much as Jamil found himself admiring your quick wit, he really wished you could have kept your mouth shut. “Oooo, how about I say, ‘In five years I see myself mooching off the riches of Kalim’s family while I figure out how to court his personal retainer.’ That’s not far more personal than Trein intended, right?”

“Quit it.”

“Maybe, ‘I see myself working alongside my beloved-”

“Stop.” Pulling his hood over his head, Jamil turned his body even more away from you and stared at his notebook. You had plenty more teasing remarks in your arsenal, but you laughed underneath your breath and decided to give him a break.

Jamil heard you writing a few seconds later, but he refused to look. He knew that if you could see his expression, you’d see something worse than embarrassment - a foolish smile at the mere thought of being someone important to you. When did you decide to get so bold all of a sudden? 

His lament was interrupted by a paper sliding over his hand. Glancing down, he had to will himself not to throw the paper back at you. There was no saving his pride with this one.

If I should be so lucky, I hope to be able to explore the homes of the friends I’ve made at NRC. I hope to visit the gardens of the Queendom of Roses, the evening glow of the Sunset Savanna, and the festivals of Scarabia….all with the people most important to me.

“Hopefully he understands that I have no government identity and am relying solely on networking to get anywhere after this,” You said with a shrug. 

“Looks good,” Jamil said quickly, sliding the paper back and still refusing to look at you. He didn’t want you to know that he was reading between the lines; whether from your teasing or your genuine intentions, he couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like to take you to one of the festivals himself, to guide you through the crowds with your hand in his and nothing else to worry about except which stall to visit next.

Maybe you were both hopeless. But if you were taking the opportunity to dream…maybe it wouldn’t hurt, just this once, for Jamil to do the same.

#twst fic #azul x reader #jade x reader #floyd x reader #kalim x reader #jamil x reader #2022

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all for show {housewardens}

!! THIS IS A REPOST !! If you see a copy of this post floating around, that was INTENTIONAL! I was shadowbanned :(

@sakurarabbit18 requested: Hi, there~! So I have this really fun idea in my head. I would like a headcannon in which the fem! reader asks the housewardens to be her pretend boyfriend. But what happens when the boys fall in love for real? Super fluff, please! Thanks

sits on hands. I LOVE fake dating hehehe I left the reason for the fake dating kinda vague because I did NOT have a reason they’d agree to ready but I still hope it’s enjoyable! Also sorry if the least two are a bit short I was both getting tired and don’t know a lot about them yet so I’m still in need of some practice ig!

(also sorry for the second tag, I hope you don’t mind!)

I hope you enjoy! Feel free to leave a request!

Riddle

If you watch closely, you can see Riddle go through the five stages of grief as soon as you ask him.

Denial: no way. The prefect who has stopped Overblot after Overblot is not reducing their problem solving skills to this. (They are.)

Anger: How could they?!?! Do they have no respect for the way dating is usually done?! For themselves?! (Apparently not.)

Bargaining: Well, surely it doesn’t have to be him. Ask Ace or Deuce! Just say he’s your boyfriend and don’t make him actually do anything. (It won’t work that way.)

Depression: Is….is he seriously going to do this? If anybody finds out, his reputation will be dragged through the mud! He can imagine the field day Ace and Deuce will have if you ever tell them…

Acceptance: Riddle’s made up his mind,  and he is not happy about the decision he made.

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cuddled/coddled {leona x reader}

ghdslajfgsd sooooo leona may or may not have annoyed me by coming home in the gacha when i wanted literally any character but him or cater…HOWEVER. instead of ignoring him as punishment I wound up thinking about him all day and now he has his own little ficlet. life imitates otome ig because this is exactly how our relationship would go irl i think. so enjoy a rare happy leona because maybe he deserves a break sometimes <3

gn!reader - nothing here but sweet cuddles and banter <3

It was 8:32 PM, over half an hour after you said you’d be back at Ramshackle, you were still stuck at Savanclaw. It was far too hot to be wrapped up in the blankets bunched at the foot of Leona’s bed, not with the sinking summer sun still streaming in the room and warming your back.  You sighed and tossed your phone down after texting Ace and Deuce to make sure Grim had dinner, only for it to get lost in the bountiful pile of pillows Leona lounged on. With his arms wrapped firmly around you, Leona grumbled something under his breath each time you moved or said you had to get going. Despite his apparent grumpiness, you noticed how his tail swung lazily back and forth in content.

“You’re the most ungrateful person I’ve ever met,” You lied, breaking the silence between the two of you. Instantly, Leona swung his tail around to bat you across the nose. He couldn’t see you scrunch up your face with his head resting on your shoulder and eyes shut, but he was clearly smirking as if he could. You resisted the urge to pinch him and instead rubbed his back.

“Those sound like fightin’ words when all I’m trying to do is give in to some of that mushy crap you act like you’re soooo deprived of,” Leona reminded you. The mockery in his tone made your resolve crumble. You pinched him gently on the shoulder, the only place you could reach. His green eyes opened so he could glare narrowly at you, his tail twitching in annoyance behind him. Even so, he kept his arms firmly around you so he was stuck to your side like a kitten desperately seeking warmth.

“Oh, please. You’re the one that acts so greedy about everything.”

“Greedy…” Thoughtfully slipping into silence, Leona shut his eyes again and nuzzled closer to you. His hair tickled your neck and one of his soft ears brushed against your jaw as he made a show of getting cozy. “I’m not sure why you insist on bothering me all the time, then, if you think so little of me.”

He kept his tone light; not light enough to be jovial, but light enough to make sure you knew he ‘didn’t care’ if you weren’t joking. The banter between the two of you wasn’t ever full of true grievances, nor had it hurt one of you so far. But sometimes Leona would veer off course, his voice dropping half a tone as a sign he was toying with you. You wondered if he was using this as a test to evaluate how far he could push your buttons before you got frustrated. Maybe you had the patience of a saint, or maybe you had just learned Leona’s tells long ago, but it never felt as if he was truly testing your worth. When Leona made it known that something could never hurt him, it was usually because you found one of the wounds that would hurt the most.

“I think very highly of you, actually.” You corrected too quickly. Damn it, you realized, you fed his ego again. “Wait! Don’t internalize that. Pretend I didn’t say anything.”

It was too late, though. Leona began chuckling into your chest, amused at having caught you red handed. You tried to pry him off of you so you could roll away, but Leona only responded by tangling his legs with yours and wrapping his tail around your ankle. You groaned - he was only this clingy when he had a point to prove and needed to keep you in place so he could gloat as long as he wanted.

“Look at you, fawnin’ all over me,” he said. You puffed your cheeks out and pouted, debating on whether to call him out or not. He was talking like he didn’t demand you to sleep beside him more adamantly than a child demands to sleep with a special blanket. Instead, you settled for ghosting your fingers over the small, sensitive hair at the base of Leona’s ears in retaliation. He growled and hid his face in your chest even more, ears twitching wildly to bat you away.

“I know, I know,” you sighed in dramatic surrender. You resumed gently stroking his hair, glancing down at the top of his head. “You’re spoiled absolutely rotten, just so we’re clear.”

It was muffled, but Leona hummed at you and held you tighter. A few moments passed before he tilted his head up to look at you again, face proudly drawn in one of the most smug grins you’ve seen him wear.

“Spoil me more.”

#twst fic #leona x reader #2022

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my love’s got a bad rap {misc.}

somebody’s got a bad reputation…but are they really as bad as they seem?

characters: cater + deuce + floyd + vil + rook + idia + malleus + sebek

reader: gender neutral!

cw: none!

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• • • • • • • Cater

“What is he doing? Is he doing another dance trend?”

“Oh my goodness, and did you hear all the abbreviations he was using in Crewel’s class? Half the time I don’t even know what he’s saying.”

“Honestly, I doubt his mind is ever on anything but Magicam likes. He’s so shallow, my feet wouldn’t get wet if I stepped in him.”

Cater says it doesn’t bother him, and he detests wasting time on convincing you that it’s true. He’s a master at switching the subject at hand, swapping topics almost as easily as he does his many masks. No need to sweat the small details, right, Prefect? Plenty of people love him, if his Magicam follow count has anything to say about that! Having haters comes with having fans, so why let them rain on the parade? There’s no such thing as bad publicity! Now, if you’re done bringing down his vibe, he’s got a few cute photo-op ideas that he’d love to tell you about…

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#twst fic #cater x reader #deuce x reader #floyd x reader #vil x reader #rook x reader #sebek x reader #malleus x reader #idia x reader #2022

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rose-tinted glasses {misc.}

@suganistic​ requested: I love your writing so muchhhh. could i request how the boys would act in the early stages (like the honeymoon stage as they call it) of them dating the reader + what they get flustered at the most?

tysm! writing this just let me know i needed to work on my epel characterization a little bit more…and kalim lol. BUT this one was interesting because the way relationships develop in my mind it’s very much a besties to boyfies pipeline with a smooth transition (unrealistic maybe but fun to imagine) so…i hope this was somewhat enjoyable! and not too ooc lol. i’m still working on it >.<

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characters: riddle + ruggie + kalim + epel + lilia

reader: gender neutral! (reader is mentioned wearing makeup once in epel’s)

cw: none

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• • • • • • • Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle has never been in a relationship like this before. It’s new and uncertain, there’s no set path for him to follow, and by the seven does he still get unnecessarily nervous when you’re around. He’s probably heard of the honeymoon phase before, but he doesn’t realize he’s stuck in it even though he thought he would. The perspective is WAY different when you’re actually in a relationship.

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#twst fic #riddle x reader #ruggie x reader #lilia x reader #kalim x reader #epel x reader #2022

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a face in the crowd {basketball club}

anonymous requested: The basketball club members reaction when their crush suddenly attended their basketball game. Like they weren’t aware at first but at the middle of the game they turned and suddenly saw their crush.

OKAY HI this took me forever i am sooo sorry! it was one of my first requests too and I’ve liked it this whole time so I hope you’re still sticking around! I just get distracted easily (and when I try to write these longer HCs I frequently get through half of one and then just. stare at my screen for an hour lmfao) BUT it’s here now! Also to my Floyd lovers out there - I like making him funny (and what’s funny to me is probably not that funny to a lot of other people) but I also don’t want to make him a one note comic relief boy so I’m sorry if this was a weird one to try and give him some depth to but uh. I sure did try lol please accept my offering

(adding after writing Jamil’s) HIS GOT A LITTLE DEEP TOO…it’s nothing too severe but I just got in an introspective mood I guess? Ace stans I’m sorry I wrote his first so his isn’t quite so deep but I MIGHT have a little something something for you later <3 in due time

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characters: ace + floyd + jamil

reader: gn!

cw: none! unless you need a swear warning in which case Jamil and Floyd both have one (1)

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• • • • • • • Ace Trappola

He has no reason to be as surprised as he is, considering he’s been inviting you to every. single. game. every time he could. But each week it was “oh I already promised Epel I’d watch his Spelldrive game,” or “The tweels roped me into working with them all weekend. Drop by for a pre-game snack?” The time you told him that Deuce had enlisted your help to study for Crewel’s upcoming alchemy exam, Ace was unnecessarily petty (or, as he’d put it, reasonably upset) for half the week before dropping it.

As usual, he did extend an invitation to you for this upcoming game, but you noticed he was rather dismissive about it. Ace told himself that it’d be whatever if you showed up and he’s just trying to keep the otherworldly student up to date with student affairs, but honestly he’s a little afraid you’d notice how he sulks over your absences when he thinks about them too much, so he keeps the invitations coming as a cover. 

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#twst fic #floyd x reader #ace x reader #jamil x reader #2022

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when you wish upon a star {deuce x reader}

!! REPOST !! tagging issues :/

When you wish upon a star Makes no difference who you are Anything your heart desires Will come to you If your heart is in your dream No request is too extreme When you wish upon a star As dreamers do

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characters: deuce

reader: gn!

cw: starsending spoilers!

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Deuce noticed you making your way up the hill as soon as he could see you. Instantly, he broke out into a cold sweat, butterflies swarming in his stomach and threatening to throw him off balance as he waved his wand around and tried to match Trey’s dancing. If Trey noticed him faltering, he didn’t say anything, and Deuce managed to fight his way through the rest of the song without any glaring mistakes. The music dwindled to a close just as you reached the hilltop, a collection of water bottles in hand. You had one for everybody, passing them off with a smile, but Deuce swore you smiled just a bit larger when you handed one to him - not before faking him out once, of course.

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#twst fic #deuce x reader #2022

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jealousy {misc.}

anonymous requested: hello!! i really love your writing <3 if it isn’t too much trouble, could i request the nrc tribe boys getting jealous that reader seems to like neige and the dwarfs’ performance a bit /too/ much? i was also hoping that they’re not in an established relationship yet so we can see the boys trying their hardest to show that they’re not jealous (but sorta failing). thanks for reading my request! feel free to discard it if you’re uncomfortable~

I’ve been WAITING to do this one since I got it so I could have all the chapter info! I hope you like it <3 I also wanted to play around with their relationships to you at the time of the SDC, so if Ace and Deuce seem closer and more casual because they’re your besties it’s intentional! Scarabia is like kind of in the middle but the Pomefiore folk are still kinda learning about you (but don’t worry! they are interested 👀) also I went ahead and threw epel and rook in there since they were only two and I was having fun uwu, thank you for requesting!

(and i knew about Neige’s song but i can’t BLIEVE the cut it LMAO i had to look it up and felt like a traitor i’m so sorry vil)

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characters: ace + deuce + kalim + jamil + vil + rook + epel

reader: gn!

cw: pomefiore chapter spoilers all the way through!!

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When the music started, at first you were…confused. With the way Vil had been training everyone all month, you expected the competition to be a little more…serious. Instead you were greeted with a cutesy display of what the others told you was a classic Shaftlands nursery rhyme, complete with a messy display of dancers behind Neige. But…the more you listened to it, you decided it wasn’t too bad. It was cute! And it took a lot of work to make a simple nursery rhyme sound good for older audiences! After everything you had been through in this world, you were allowed to take a second and enjoy something that was surface level and cute! Besides, Neige did have a rather sweet voice!

You didn’t say as much out loud to the others. At the end of the day, you were technically the team manager and you wanted to support them, not make them more nervous. But such a simple song was quite the earworm, and they catch you humming the song beneath your breath eventually…

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#twst fic #vil x reader #rook x reader #epel x reader #ace x reader #deuce x reader #jamil x reader #kalim x reader #2022

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“Wanna Watch My Favorite Show With Me?” {Heartslabyul - Octavinelle}

Basically: would they watch ghost hunting shows with you?

Ever since I watched my first episode of ghost adventures, I’ve been an avid fan. I know it’s not real but I just have so much fun turning out the lights and watching these ghost hunters roam around and “talk to ghosts.” I have such a fun time!!!

Also I know ghosts exist in twst but when they say “it’s not real” think of it as them saying that the shows aren’t actually talking to ghosts/that’s not how ghosts act/etc. Ghosts just being your friends kind of throws off the vibe of ghost shows but i’m just trying to have fun ok

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characters: riddle + trey + cater + ace + deuce / leona + ruggie + jack / azul + jade + floyd

reader: gn!

cw: none

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Part Two (Scarabia - Diasomnia)

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#twst fic #riddle x reader #leona x reader #ace x reader #deuce x reader #trey x reader #cater x reader #ruggie x reader #jack x reader #azul x reader #jade x reader #floyd x reader #2022

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A Very Pomefiore Christmas!

I wanted to write something festive with my favorite dorm lol <3 I got dramatically sick while finishing this up a day I have to publish on my phone so sorry if there are formatting issues! I’ll fix those later if they arise xoxo

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characters: vil + rook + epel

reader: gn!

cw: none!

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“Wanna Watch My Favorite Show With Me?” {Scarabia - Diasomnia}

Basically: would they watch ghost hunting shows with you?

Ever since I watched my first episode of ghost adventures, I’ve been an avid fan. I know it’s not real but I just have so much fun turning out the lights and watching these ghost hunters roam around and “talk to ghosts.” I have such a fun time!!!

Also I know ghosts exist in twst but when they say “it’s not real” think of it as them saying that the shows aren’t actually talking to ghosts/that’s not how ghosts act/etc. Ghosts just being your friends kind of throws off the vibe of ghost shows but i’m just trying to have fun ok

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characters: kalim + jamil / vil + rook + epel / idia + ortho (platonic) / malleus + lilia + silver + sebek

reader: gn!

cw: none

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Part One (Heartslabyul - Octavinelle)

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#twst fic #jamil x reader #kalim x reader #vil x reader #rook x reader #epel x reader #idea x reader #ortho #malleus x reader #lilia x reader #silver x reader #sebek x reader #2022

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HEARTSICK - a twst vampire au by ridhearts

Hi and welcome to my vampire au!! I LOVE vampires but I always kind mishmash the lore together because I view them as whatever gets me going the most and not what’s most accurate to traditional lore (or lore taken from other media). This work will probably forever be a WIP - as in, I’ll probably always be down to write more works and add in lore/fix any inconsistencies that come with the evolution of the au - but this is the groundwork I’m working with. It’s also written as a “notes as a i think of them” type deal, but future works will (mostly) be written as ACTUAL works. (except headcanons because those tend to come out conversationally too. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN) Regardless, I hope you enjoy!!

CW (major themes that will be present throughout the entire AU):  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.

(This is a combination of inspiration from Twilight, The Sims, Vanitas no Carte, and the horniest part of my brain. Vampires here don’t exist to make sense, they exist to be SEXY!) (yes this work is SFW)

Vampires exist and have wandered among the human realm since the earliest parts of recorded history. There is a parallel universe from which the vampires herald from, one nearly identical to Twisted Wonderland aside from the eternal night and stronger presence of magic in all its citizens. Although there are plenty of newer vampires within, a majority of the old-school vampires (especially those without coven-related responsibilities) live within this parallel world. 

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VAMP AU - basics i.

Curious about the Heartslabyul Coven, are we? Go ahead and take a peek - they’re very friendly with the humans, after all.

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 Heartslabyul Coven has one of the strongest relationships with humans to date. This is because of the strict rules the members have to follow, which dictate the hours of the day they can feed, times of the month they can feed and how often, all the way down to how they should dress and otherwise present themselves both in the human and vampire realm. Members of the Heatslabyul Coven are talented magic users all around, though there is a noticeable amount of healers that originate from this coven. However, there is great variety in the specialized magic each vampire pursues. They usually live in civilized and highly populated areas, though not typically  in massive, bustling cities (are suburban vampires a thing?) 

They can feed on humans, but it must be consensual and can only be done a certain number of times in a year / decade / century / however they measure time. It also has to be done in a specific way to ensure the safety of the human. Most humans turned by the Heartslabyul Coven were either done consensually or on a young vampire’s first feeding. Many Heatslabyul Coven members have close human friends that allow them to feed whenever they need to, as the allotted chances are just barely enough to get by. This Coven isn’t seen as a family, but there is an expected responsibility towards the coven and very few leave without being lured back. 

These vampires make the easiest friends, but sometimes it’s hard to tell if they like you or the freedom you give them when you allow them to feed on you in a pinch…

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[sampologist]

VAMP AU - basics ii.

The Savanaclaw Coven is a difficult one to get close to (and live to tell the tale). You’re free to try to satiate your curiosity - just pray they don’t try to satiate their thirst before you’re ready to leave.

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 Savanaclaw Coven is one of the only covens where vampires prefer warm, sunny areas. There is no strong relationship between these vampires officially - their leader doesn’t seem to care about any of them, honestly - but there is an unspoken brotherhood between the members of the coven. They are overwhelmingly nocturnal, and simply like warm areas because they cannot stand that they are cold and like to lounge on sun-warmed rocks like lizards. The vampires usually can communicate with or control the animals in the area they live in or, in some instances, can shapeshift into an animal OTHER than a bat. Because of this close association with the wildlife, vampires of the Savanaclaw Coven prefer feeding off of humans over animals. Besides, humans taste better and they make for a far more interesting chase. 

Many can be satiated with a deal to be a renewable blood source for them…but you’ll never know if they intend to step back on their word not to drain you dry until it’s too late.

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[sampologist]

VAMP AU - basics iii.

Interested in the Octavinelle Coven? Be careful…it’s never wise to poke your nose in vampire business unaware, but dealings with these vampires never end in the favor of the human.

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.

Dorm-Specific CW: murder

overview. ❧ heartslabyul. savanclaw. {octavinelle.} scarabia. pomefiore. ignihyde. diasomnia.

The Octavinelle Coven has a powerful hold over the human realm, though nobody knows of their influence by name. They tend to live in urban coastal areas, thriving off of the drunkards and gamblers and other impulsive nightlife within the cities. Their coven head hasn’t changed for years and years and years, so long ago that nobody really gives much thought as to how they came to power and who they are. The Octavinelle Coven is one of the covens that is very loose with the internal sense of belonging. Vampires associated with Octavinelle usually either have a strong affinity for hypnosis or telepathy…..or maybe they’re just really, really smart and persuasive? 

Usually these vampires use feeding as a threat for their “deals” or to send messages to people and groups they don’t like. A lot of Octavinelle Coven members have human friends that have offered to be their blood source, or they just rob a blood bank once in a while.

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