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necrosin · 7 months

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@mastabahs : ❝ i've only ever defended you. ❞

amusement unfurls, a flighty sort of thing, a bubbling sort of thing, a summertime exclusive sort of thing —— out of place, trapped in this space they've colluded to make, a grossly contrived homage to intimacy and the honored and most holy practice of carving out a place in your lover for yourself. a pyre of pressed sheets ( wrinkled and half-ruined, now ) and bland walls and the tinny sound of the television in the background and the curtains thrown open for the moonlight glow because they both hate enclosed rooms in that way and a smell far too chemical, cloying in his nose. their bodies stretched out alongside each other, imperfect parentheses, knees overlapping, suguru propped on his elbow, jaw resting in his palm. his eyes narrow / brows raise / mouth a slash across his face ; he drags his fingers through satoru's hair just because he can.

❝ should i reward you? ❞ as if any concept as trite as reward and punishment holds much way over either of them, as if it ever did. the meanings and uses of such things falling flat, intentions that had been meant to be engraved on such ideals never coming to any fruition nor meaning at all. SUGURU UNDERSTANDS THE WEIGHT OF THE WORDS / perhaps even the intention of them / satoru wouldn't come all this way just to be with him otherwise, after all / they hold meaning and he acknowledges them, irrelevant though they may be. ( echoing as you're mine, not quite lost in the void ) idly he brushes his thumb across satoru's temple, ❝ for standing up for the villanous curse user against the higher up council? ❞

the idea is funny —— it always has been, satoru's indifference turned irritation with it all, playing at being rebellious in spirit. as if his existence in and of itself wasn't an act of revolt, though from where and what remains a mystery / everyone always says the world was upended by satoru's birth, and suguru found it funny more than anything, the weight of it all. ( though, born after satoru, perhaps it's that he'd never known a world without him / and never will / but suguru is just arrogant enough to presume that even if he had been born first, it would persist in hardly mattering at all. )

fingers curl to brush against his jaw, a lover's caress, gentling over a bruise before poking at his cheek, ❝ i'm not a child, satoru, ❞ perhaps it's romantic to defend your clandestine lover against the deraignments and hatred of the greater masses / perhaps it really is romantic to not carry out the ever standing order of execution hanging over his head ( it's an ineffectual sort of thing, as though suguru would let anyone but satoru ( and shoko ) find any trace of him, as if anyone but satoru were capable of doing such a thing even if suguru did it ) / and suguru is a romantic above all else, other than idealism, but still : the concept is simply humorous to him. declarations and adorations and all the things in between —— all veiled words, thin as the lank curtains they had drawn back however long ago. ❝ you don't need to defend me against them, their judgments and opinions are nothing more than senseless bleating, ❞no need to defend suguru against or anyone or anything / not even satoru, himself / suguru holds no hate nor resentment for jujutsu high and only a heavy handed distaste for the faceless council so determined to lord over them all —— their methods are ancient and their tactics cruel / hypocrites, the lot of them, preening and power hungry. it will all come crumbling down beneath his hands, after all, once he succeeds. washed away like sand on the shore.

a phone buzzes / mimiko's text ringtone chimes ( she'd insisted and he's not especially good at denying his daughters anything ) / he stretches languid as a cat, leg extending over satoru's as he rolls, glancing over his shoulder at the bedside table as the void opens over it / a hand reaching out / closes / drops the phone neatly in the space between them. ❝ —— unless it makes you feel better, ❞ a half—cruel curl of his mouth and an unspoken challenge as he lays his palm over the phone / hiding mimiko's name on the screen.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON.

#GETOU，in char.#GETOU，devoured.#mastabahs #mastabahs : satoru.#bit of a return to old formatting here and i honestly just considered #answering the literal actual ask but. for the sake of consistency #and my sanity.#i did not.#anyways idk man this is. this sure is.#suguru being a bit of a bitch but standing by the whole 'i don't need anyone to understand me' schtick. and being like. amused by the idea #of satoru even defending him in the first place bc. funny. haha.#hm this could be a starter now that i'm squinting at it #(u don't need to reply i'm just rambling in the tags for some reason)

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loosesodamarble · 2 years

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Captain Faust AU Dating Troubles

Captain Morgen Faust is considered a hot commodity among single nobles and he’s not happy with it. Mostly because a majority of his romantic pursuers are only interested in his looks, status, or rare magic affinity.

Not only that but he’s a single dad and his squad's knights are his children.

To drive off suitors, Morgen asks Nacht to pose as him and botch the dates with prospective suitors as best he can. Morgen trusts Nacht to put the fear of the gods into those people. Because Nacht is great at acting like he doesn't care or making people feel discouraged. Plus, Nacht knows Morgen isn't interested in romance with the shallow types that flock to him.

What ends up happening is that Nacht puts on his best Morgen impression and woos the suitors even more. He acts like the perfect gentleman. Charms those dates with sweet poetry and chivalrous gestures.

Morgen, understandably, feels betrayed. Nacht had one job and he intentionally failed at it.

When Morgen asks Nacht why he would do such a thing, Nacht replies: “If you want something done right, you do it yourself.”

Morgen doesn’t want to break hearts. And he wants to deal with creeps/stalkers even less. But he will have to do both if he wants to enjoy his single lifestyle.

#captain faust au #morgen faust #nacht faust #black clover #black clover au #man imagine morgen and charlotte faking a relationship to drive off suitors #because we know char has unwanted suitors as well #they don't even fake liking each other #they fake a political arranged marriage for the sake of their sanity

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hauntthumans · 4 months

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JEROME VALESKA

21. pansexual. he/him. killed his abusive mother and almost got away with it. not someone you want to run into while you’re alone. plans everything out as much as he can. was killed and brought back to life a year later. extremely dramatic. doesn't like talking about his mother or anything that happened to him before he killed her. fc: cameron monaghan. primary.

JEREMIAH VALESKA

21. homosexual. he/him. absolutely hated living with jerome. was sent to a prestigious academy away from gotham so that he could get away from his brother. came back and lived under the alias of xander wilde for three years until he was found by the gcpd. taken hostage by jerome for a brief period of time until the gcpd showed up. went insane due to jerome’s insanity gas and became obsessed with being bruce wayne’s best friend. hates being compared to jerome because, in his mind, he’s superior in every way. fc: cameron monaghan. primary.

verses

JEROME VALESKA

she just kept pushing ; verse - pre canon

i just want to paint the town crazy ; verse - canon

i will live on in the shadows of gotham’s discontent ; verse - post canon

oh my god. there’s two of them. ; verse - jerome lives and the twins work together post season four and throughout season five

the circus came to town ; verse - modern

we all could go insane with just one bad day ; verse - crossovers

JEREMIAH VALESKA

it was like living in a nightmare ; verse - pre canon

behold. the face of true sanity. ; verse - canon

jerome is dead. long live me. ; verse - post canon

oh my god. there’s two of them. ; verse - jerome lives and the twins work together post season 4 and throughout season five

you have a brilliant mind ; verse - modern

it’s enough to drive you mad ; verse - crossovers

#char : jerome valeska #she just kept pushing ; verse #i just want to paint the town crazy ; verse #i will live on in the shadows of gotham’s discontent ; verse #the circus came to town ; verse #oh my god. there’s two of them. ; verse #we all could go insane with just one bad day ; verse #char : jeremiah valeska #it was like living in a nightmare ; verse #behold. the face of true sanity. ; verse #jerome is dead. long live me. ; verse #you have a brilliant mind ; verse #it’s enough to drive you mad ; verse

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hadephobic · 7 months

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velvet almost got a blackout uyfwhgiuethy

"Well, two out of three ain't bad~!"

#i love char but for their own sanity amelie CAN'T be into them--#MUCH too healthy #hotelbitches #Keep talking | Asks #They're cheap; I'm free | IC #hazbin hotel tw

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headslikekites · 1 year

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I miss drawing for myself man

#rambumbles #I've been drawing. so much the past few days. but it's all been still life sketches/gestures #to be fair there have been a couple char design things but it's not as fulfilling when done out of obligation yaknow?#and also rushed because I'm so exhausted and still have like 10 other things to catch up on #hh only what like. 6 or 7 weeks til I can graduate I think? dies #rotating blorbos in my mind until then in a feeble attempt to keep my sanity

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xcrust · 3 months

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{His Regret}

Alastor X Reader

Important note!!

There is spoilers to the latest episode!!

also another note to have is that this is a little drabble with heavy angst. Like I may not be the best writer when it comes to emotions but trust on this.

This doesn't apply to my main story

at this point alastor just escaped adam so he doesn’t know that lucifer fought him.

Anyways To the Story!!

The rubble danced from the fight that was playing out. Well maybe it is more present tense. Hundreds dying for the sake of redemption? So beautiful but not if this is putting me back

“My power is fucking reduced to nothing, this just will not do”

The acrid stench of burning debris hangs thick in the air, assaulting the senses with a noxious cocktail of smoke, charred structures, and the metallic tang of spent ammunition. The once-vibrant cityscape now lies in ruins, the hotel reduced to skeletal frames adorned with tattered remnants of what were once homes and businesses.

Alastor strode through the corridors of his lair, What once was the powerhouse of his mayhem just dirt and disgust. A predatory smile that once adorned his face had transformed into a snarl of frustration.

His mind, a sanctuary of sadistic amusement, now simmered with a tempest of indignation. The audacity of this Adam, had struck a chord deep. If it weren't for this deal then he wouldnt of had to retreat from that poor excuse of a man. How could someone nearly unravel the intricacies of his power? It was an affront to his very essence, a challenge that gnawed at the edges of his sanity.

In his chamber, Alastor paced with a fevered intensity. His crimson eyes, usually filled with mirthful malice, now harbored a storm of malevolence. He replayed the confrontation in his mind, dissecting every move, every smirk, and every flicker of defiance that emanated from Adam.

"The nerve of that wretched creature," Alastor hissed to the shadows that clung to the corners of his lair.

His fingers drummed against the armrest of his grandiose throne, a rhythmic manifestation of the disarray within. The very thought of being challenged, of being outsmarted, clawed at the fragile veil of his composed madness.

The intruder slipped through the shattered remnants of buildings and overturned vehicles. The ground beneath their feet crunched softly with each step, the echoes a mere whisper against the eerie stillness of the war-torn ruins.

In an instant, Alastor closed the distance, pinning the intruder against the cold stone wall with a speed that defied the laws of the mundane. His hand wrapped around their throat, a deadly smile etched across his face.

He looked up and saw you. You, the one he's known the longest from the underground. The one he brought to become as powerful as you were. "Who would have thought it would come to this? Fate has a peculiar way of orchestrating its grand finale."

You, not only were the shackles that he was under but one that you held him in. He grew soft. Weak. You. Just an inconvenience. To get back his power. You needed to be gone.

The fear spread across your face met Alastor's gaze with a mix of confusion and dread. The demonic smile on the Radio Demon's face seemed to deepen as he traced a finger along the edge of your face.

"He almost had me," Alastor muttered, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. The realization, the admission of vulnerability, hung heavily in the air. It was an unfamiliar sensation, an unwelcome intrusion into the sanctum of his pride.

A mirror stood nearby, a relic that once reflected the sheer delight he took in others' suffering. Now, he stared into it, searching for the elusive answers to his newfound discontent. The image that met his gaze was one of a demon on the brink, grappling with an unsettling truth—he was not invincible.

"Ah, the memories we've shared," Alastor continued, almost wistfully. "You, stumbling into my narrative like a lamb to the slaughter. Do you remember all the hell we raised together?"

As Alastor spoke, he seemed to drift into a reverie, his mind retracing the twisted paths of their interactions. The reader, still struggling against their restraints, watched with a sense of surreal horror as the demon reminisced about the moments leading to this ominous juncture.

Laughter started to echo the room. Grainy insane laughter. “Great Alastor died for his friends?” he choked out.

“Alastor? What are talking about” you try to push out. All you got was him glimpsing at you with pure disdain.

“I work best when unencumbered by the weight of sentimentality." Alastor's fingers tapped a rhythmic beat on the wall behind your neck, the subtle cadence underscoring his words.

"Baggage," he scoffed, the disdain evident in his voice.

In a moment the body of his oldest friend was on the floor.

"Do you not sense it, my dear reader? The freedom that comes with unburdened malevolence," he mused, circling you laid out on the ground.

"To be truly free, one must shed the baggage of morality, of attachments, of all that ties the soul to the mundane," Alastor whispered, his voice shaking with mania, a haunting melody that lingered in the air.

The laughter that usually echoed through the corridors was replaced by a guttural growl. Alastor's shoulders tensed as he unleashed a surge of dark energy, shattering nearby objects scattered across the room. Well at least the ones that still held up.

"Adam," he seethed, the name a curse on his lips. "You will regret toying with me."

Dark energy crackled around Alastor, a volatile aura that mirrored the storm within. His manic laughter echoed off the walls, bouncing like malevolent whispers in the confined space.

"I will not allow it!" Alastor roared, the once-charming smile contorting into a snarl of madness. "My power is mine alone to wield, to savor, and no interloper, no matter how curious or audacious, shall stand in the way!"

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charxan · 10 months

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imagine a world where Slimecicle and Mariana are married and yes they still marital issues and everything but they have Juanaflippa and she had 2 moments where she almost never made it home due to something medically but she's there and she's their baby, their sweet daughter and Juanaflippa loves to watch her parents dance and sometimes dance with them.

yup this is what my head came up with before I passed out so here have a bit more to the Au I came up with in the late hours of 3 am!!!

Slimecicle and Mariana do jam skating (dance rollerskating) and their local rink does competitions for couples so missclickduo will do what they do best and be competitive as shit with each other and the other couples, especially one couple and that who are they? foolish and Vegetta of course! though foolish is new too it there still really good. But Juana will always say her parents are better and Leo will deny that like "NUHUH!!" yaknow silly things.

But Juana is adamant that she gets good at roller skating so Charlie and Mariana help her, even if every time Juana falls they can't help the but worry over her excessively because what if something goes wrong and she gets seriously hurt? But she's fine and everytime they go back home they watch Juanaflippa's favorite shows (bluey and sonic prime)

Charlie is a stay at home dad mostly though occasionally he coach's the local swim team and or soccer team and for Mariana? I'm not sure I haven't really decided lol

#slimeriana #fliporiana #qsmp au #juanaflippa #missclick duo #jam skating au #ig thats what i'll call this??#anyways i hope you enjoy my insane ramblings #but for now take my 3 am idea and also yes juana's fav sonic characters are indeed amy and blaze #i think she would associate people she cares about with certain sonic characters that fit them #okay time to go write an fic:p #chars sanity

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o-i-w-u · 12 days

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should i.,.,. should i try animating ENA mix w/ L!bloodmoon??? its in my him playlist and i cant stop thinking about it ogegaghh

anyway- i wanna draw fluff, whom shall i draw fluff of :o??

#eeeekks #char speaks #i still need to finish that thought n faith animation #for my sanity its fluff time #lord bloodmoon #lord bloodmoon au

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morganbritton132 · 10 months

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You probably get this all the time, and I don't know why I only thought about this now, but I'm suddenly fascinated by the idea of a government employee who knows about the Upside Down that has been tasked with keeping an eye on Eddie's TikTok page and just constantly being so frustrated

I never get this but I have thought about it at length!!! Lol.

I just picture one overworked and underpaid agent being tasked with the whole *hand waving* Hawkins Situation.

There used to a time when the Hawkins Project was a coveted position given to the best agents with the highest clearance, but now… Now all the gates to the other world have been closed. There’s been no activity in three decades. Brenner’s dead. The Russians defuncted their projects. The girl – Eleven or Jane, or whatever – hasn’t blown anything up since the nineties.

The Hawkins job is a babysitting job with CIA-level clearance, and it’s just… it was supposed to be a cakewalk but. There’s just… there are so many of them.

And for a while, they were spread all over the country.

One of them is a US Senator now and she called the head of the FBI ‘a bitch’ and ‘a coward’ on a hot mic last week, and maybe.

Maybe for the sake of national security and their own sanity, maybe this agent pulled a few strings and dotted a few more I’s than they’re authorized to just to get Lucas Sinclair, Maxine Mayfield-Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Nancy Wheeler, and Robin Buckley back in Chicago.

Maybe they did that. There’s no paper trail, but maybe they did.

It’s easier to keep track of a ‘party’ of people if most of them are in the same state.

This Party – as they fondly call themselves – barely qualified as a threat anymore. They are barely a concern at this point. Only a few of them are considered dangerous enough to require anything more than the occasional check-in. Those people being Jane Hopper, James ‘Jim’ Hopper, Nancy Wheeler, Murray Bauman, and – much to this agent’s annoyance – Edward Munson.

Eddie wouldn’t be a cause for concern if he wasn’t so goddamn loud. He is in no way a threat to national security but the CIA doesn’t love when people allude to a defuncted Cold War project that resulted in an inter-dimensional serial killer murdering a bunch of small town high school students.

This agent does not believe that Eddie Munson knows what an NDA is or that he signed one.

It is one thing to write songs about demon bats and hell spilling into small town Americana or to make your album cover resemble the charred remains of Henry Creel’s disfigured body (‘yeah’ the agent thinks, ‘you’re not that slick, Munson’) but it is something else to announce to your millions of TikTok followers that you got rabies in a hell dimension.

This agent does not have enough pull to persuade Congress to outright ban TikTok and actually thinks that a TikTok ban would be an overreach of government control, but damn if it would not have made their life easier. Though they fear that Munson would just go to YouTube and the idea of longer content makes them shiver.

And by the way, this agent expected better from Steven Harrington!

This agent liked Steve! He was one of their favorites!!

Steve didn’t make waves. He lived a quiet life, paid his taxes, and barely had a social media presence. He was an absolute dream to be monitoring until Eddie downloaded that cursed clock app.

Steve was never viewed on the same threat level as Jane Hopper or Murray Bauman, but he was a closely monitored subject due to his long-term injuries and his time spent in the alternate dimension and the Russian bunker under Starcourt Mall. Despite close monitoring, there is no note in his file of any digression until Eddie started shoving Tiktok in his face.

This agent sits in their office at the CIA’s Chicago location.

In the basement, at the end of a long dusty corridor, beneath a buzzing fluorescent light, they get a notification on their computer. It’s from Tiktok, and this agent breathes in slowly. They rub at the forming headache between their brows and names it Eddie Munson.

They click the notification, waits a second for the shitty wifi to bring them to the app, and watches as Steve Harrington says, “Technically we’re time travelers.”

And they sigh.

#Two things I love: (1) Steve being the only one that truly thinks they’re being spied on and #(2) some guy in a middle management-like job having to keep track of all the dumb shit they do #this agent is the reason Eddie gets stopped by the TSA every time he flies. It’s revenge #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

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shinjisdone · 1 year

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When you have an Secret Admirer - and it's not them (2; Savanaclaw)

A love letter was left at your door and now you are searching for that 'secret admirer' - everyone wants to help you out...but have their own reason for it.

'I hope the treats were of your liking and that you are looking forward to my affections...'

form of headcanons + scenario-ish

[note: reader is gender-neutral but mostly mentioned in 2. pov; a series of everyone you meet following you. headcanon will follow each char. own thoughts on the situation. mostly nervousness, slight jealousy & stubbornness]

Part 1 of the 'secret admirer' series: Heartslabyul

Part 3: Octavinelle

Part 4: Scarabia

Part 5: Pomefiore

Part 6: Ignihyde

Part 7: Diasomnia

The next day seemed surreal. For the majority of the students here, everything seemed normal, aside for a few six of them.

As the door of your dorm squeaked as it slowly closed, your eyes could barely adjust to the light of the dawn as two figures were already waiting for you. "Nya, what's this?" Grim hopped between the three of you, "Yer early." He yawned. "S-so are you." Deuce's voice stammered and he quickly hid it by clearing his throat. Something told you that you didn't want to question on why they were here to pick you up so early - and without any complaints from Ace. After all, you weren't keen on telling them why you're so early up too.

The quarrel and jokes were just as forced. You could barely listen as your hand involuntarily fished around in your bag and you brought something up to quickly throw it into your mouth. "Uh, (Name)?" Ace rose a brow, "What are you doin' there?"

Ace did his best not to blink as your hand vanished behind your back. 'Nothing', you mumbled with a full mouth. His lips twitched up, parted but he couldn't think of any comeback. The redhead could only watch you the entire walk with a keen eye and a few jaded laughter in-between.

Another thing to add to the surrealism of today, Deuce was the most talkative this morning. Asking you questions regarding from yesterday's incident (though as vague as your answers) to things he already knew about. He just...needed to fill in the silence or else his worries will eat up his sanity. "C'mon, we should hurry to alchemy class! W-we could even study first thing in the morning before anyone else! ...Together..."

Entering the hallway, you saw Cater leaning against the wall not waiting and noticed you four before you even did. He waved enthusiastically before joining your group, throwing an arm around you. Your caring senior's gotta look out for his sweetie juniour, no?

Trey wasn't far away as he decided to pass by but throw in some advice alongside his greeting. "Be sure to eat right, yeah? Treats are nice and all but you can end up with some bad caries...okay? I'll be sure to treat you some good lunch in the cafeteria if you need it, alright? Don't be a stranger, my juniour." He waved before going to his own class why is everyone up so early? and dragging Cater with him. Though he couldn't help but notice the crumbs at the side of your lips...

Okay, now it is not a surprise to see Riddle this early. Dormleader and almost perfect student, this is nothing but natural to him. What isn't however, is that he stays far longer with you to chat. The redhead made sure not to mention the 'criminal' but gave you some warnings here and there...with readjusting your tie and patting your head. Since when does he do that? The...pat on the head part Riddle barely noticed your confusion as he quietly told Ace and Deuce to look out for you.

It was when you were just about to enter the classroom when you bumped into something...something tall and sturdy.

Jack Howl

Oh. It's Jack.

Well, he makes sense. Tough guy is out on his morning walk as always. Seems like had the same idea as you.

The wolf gets startled before visibly relaxing once he sees it's you. He sighs before berating you - though when he's the one doing it, it feels like light joking.

"Good morning. Guess we had the same idea, coming into class early. I just had time after my morning walk. Wasn't as effective as I thought it'd be...too cold so early. I wasn't out for long."

It made you smile having this little small-talk with him. Everyone else you have met so far all felt too..off.

Jack stopped mid-sentence as his nose twitched and he leaned down to study you.

"You had some sweet treats this mornin'?"

Shouldn't have said that, Jack.

The mild curiousity on his face first morphed into a wide-eyed grimace before a faint red coated his cheeks at your reaction.

He did not expect your shoulders to jump up and your face to grow as bright as a cherry.

Instinctively, he shot up, his hands fidgeting.

The tail that was slowly wagging at the sight of you, lowered.

"Uh, haha..."

Jack cleared his throat, followed by laughter. A tactic he doesn't use. Bluntness is usually his go-to but he knew he couldn't be direct with what he saw. He was sure you knew, too.

"...Be sure to have a proper breakfast first thing in the morning. Treats are...a-are nice. But if you want to get stronger, then you..." He trailed off but managed to finish his sentence with a small voice, scratching the back of his head. Though, he found enough strength and courage in the moment to pat your back.

"Just come to me. I have it busy in the morning too and know some quick recipes here and there...no worries."

Oh man. Your blush isn't fading.

Oh, crap, is it something he did? Was he being rash again? He thought you knew how he was, could see through him on how he really is...

Oh, damnit. Damnit.

It makes him blush too.

However, it seemed like you wanted to save yourself from the embarrassment the most. "Yeah, sorry - I mean, thanks...sorry." The words stumbled out as you briskly passed by him into the class, your head down and burning.

Jack watched you hurry, a hand close to his heart. What was that?

Ruggie Bucchi

Classes were over and you kind of regretted on coming in early.

Ace and Deuce would not leave your side. You couldn't tell if it was because of Riddle's orders or if they wanted to be extra annoying today with Ace just hanging around unusually quiet and Deuce biting your ear off with asking if you need help - in anything, really, he'd stress.

And now Jack would steal glances at you, nervous ones.

To top it all of, your first class was alchemy class with professor Crewel where you did even worse than usual - after yesterday's happenings, you thought maybe today would start out more exciting...and positive...even if you would not admit that to anyone.

It was when you were strolling through the hallway, downcast when an arm was wrapped around your shoulder.

"Heeeey, (Name)~!" A mob of dirty blonde hair appeared beside you as Ruggie landed safely from his little hop, his arm around your shoulders, close and secure. You wondered what was up but when you saw the twitch of his nose, you already knew why.

"I'm sniffin' some nice sweets there in your bag - ya know, I remember the time I did'cha a favor and-"

"Ruggie-senpai!" The blonde stopped in his tracks as his ears jumped and turned around, his arm still around you. Fellow Savanaclaw students jogged over to him, visibly distressed and out of breath. "Oh, good, the Ramshakle Prefect is with you." One wheezed, "There-There's a problem! Kinda a big one!"

Ruggie groaned.

"And I guess Leona did nothin' about it when you told him".

They shook their head. "...No...and, uh...maybe we need the Prefect too...?" He pointed at you, to which you could only raise a brow and sigh. honestly why are you even dragged into this

"Eeeehh...what'cha gonna do as Vice leader..." Ruggie feigned dissapointment and shrugged before turning to you with a wink. "Well, then, how about ya help me with this and in return I get some of yer delicious-smelling snacks, shishishi~"

Ruggie led the way with an unusal jolly punch to your shoulder and a skip in his step. He must be really looking forward to these...treats...and perhaps, you.

Leona Kingscholar

Sigh, you really didn't want to be here.

Sure enough, you were dragged by Ruggie towards the Savanaclaw dorm...their Spelldrive stadium in fact. What you found there - rather faced there was something you could not prepare for.

Another student went ahead, barged into Leona's room and ducked just in time to avoid his wrath. He knew how his dorm leader was, all did, but this one particular couldn't care about the consequences as of now...

The older male's body turned back to the bed, "You got Ruggie, didn't you? There, now scram."

"No, this is serious! Ruggie-senpai can't do anything about that, I told you! We even had to get the Ramshakle prefect!"

Leona opened one eye, deep green glaring up at the student. "What?"

"Y-yeah...in fact, it seems like it's gonna be like the beginning of last year! The prefect is gonna have to clean up Savanaclaw's mess again, is that what'chu want?! For a magicless student to ruin our reputation again cuz we couldn't-"

"Shut it."

Never had a student turn tail and skitter after Leona like this one, who had long marched out of the dorm with long strides. Once he saw the mess outside, he approached you. Fast.

"What the hell are you doing here, herbivore?" Your already jittery self jumped when Leona lightly gave your head a slap. His eyes widen when he saw you snapped your face to him, cheeks flushed a deep red.

You looked so stunned...so nervous...it was to die for.

If it weren't for the yelps of the others, he might have laughed at you.

Bodies fell asleep left and right. Ruggie advised to fly over the field with brooms after Jack fell flat on the ground, sleep-inducing smoke intoxicating him. Leona's eyes darted to a sign right in front of the field as you furiously tried to hide your burning face.

'Magic alone will not bring you far to the core - use reason, and reason alone.'

The taller male watched as his classmates were either caught in a small explosion, flying off their brooms or getting trapped in the sand itself. No one could go near the middle of the field - to which, Leona could squint out something lying there.

His gaze fell back to you.

"Hey," He started and gave your head a rough pat, "do something about it. Seems like only a magicless being can go through this field full of magical traps." Though he smirked, Leona sounded anything but amused. With another push, you were scurried towards the field - and alas, you came and went in unscathed.

When the others called for you to return, you did not react. Kneeling down in front of the object, Jack took a brave step forward (and noticed with a grin that nothing happens!) before jogging after you, alongside Ruggie and an ambling Leona. What made them stop in their tracks and their breath hitching in their throat, explained your flushed face.

'Old books for alchemy from aaall the way back to Crewel's time for you to study with! I snatched some flasks and potions to test with too, if you'd like. I also made some notes for his surprise quizzes and tests, collecting it from many students from all years, seniors and the like. Discreetly though, so don't worry.

I made it myself...so I hope it's helpful to you! I noticed that you were struggling in alchemy...and I don't mean to distract you with the things I do. I want to help you. From the bottom of my heart.

...And I vividly remember how Savanaclaw took advantage of you when they tried to cheat on the Spelldrive tournament, so I showed them a lesson. I didn't mean to bring unwanted attention to you, or call you magicless as an insult. You have so much more, you're smart, you're witty. I guess I went overboard recalling all these things.'

Your Secret Admirer

Bonus!

[mentions of past bullying and possibly bullying and harrassment happening again in Jack's and Ruggie's headcannons]

Jack

If anyone paid attention to anything but you (which was quite hard considering the...gift in your lap) one might have seen Jack's tail drop.

It was slow, as if the realization just slowly sunk into his system as he looked down at the many textbooks and you. He was as silent as a mouse, watching with wide eyes and a dry mouth.

It was only when someone let out a 'The hell is that supposed to mean?!' where the wolf jumped, briskly turned to the source of the ruckus before bending down to usher you to get up.

His hand was on your shoulder as he accompanied you to the exit. It was hesitantly above your skin, hovering above it, shakily, as if he was afriad of brushing a wrinkle of your clothes.

He'd murmur to not listen to the rest, to their confusion and shouts, to the anger that something was 'up with the Ramshakle Prefect again!' and he ushered you to hurry.

The two of you stood before the mirror, you wordlessly trying not to let all the notes and books fall from your arms. A single glance was exchanged as you attempted to hide your blush behind the papers but Jack noticed.

That embarrassed glance was all it took.

Now here you were, opening the door of your room with Jack close behind and carrying some of the books for you. This gift from your secret admirer...

Out of curiousity, his eyes would dart around the room to see if there are any other...gifts...this...couldn't be the first time, could it?

Though he found nothing, that faint aroma from today lingered on.

"...Anything else you need?" He mumbled quietly, the question almost rumbling in his throat. You shook your head and gave him your thanks. Jack watched you for a second longer before leaving.

"Don't listen to them or anyone who says anything about your..." He trailed off, eyes downcast before he looked back up to you and bid goodbye for today. Jack seemed lost in thought during the walk and for the rest of the day.

...This is real.

Jack supposes that explains your behaviour from this morning. Or Ace's and Deuce's at least...he supposes.

How odd. He didn't think something like that would happen to you.

Not that he thinks that isn't likely! Or that you don't deserve it!

It's just...you are you. He didn't think someone else would regard you so highly as well.

To Jack you are just precious. A good person who deserves a lot of good things. But that 'secret admirer' was straight up hostile to all the things Savanaclaw did to you. He couldn't blame them though, what they did and what Leona carelessly endorsed was beyond pathetic...but, damn, planning some kind of vendetta against the entire dorm? That's overkill. Surely not all students were with Leona during the tournament a year ago, right?

Lotsa students were awful to you...is that admirer gonna be like that to Octavinelle, too? not like they didn't deserve it, fishy guys

...Maybe Jack should have looked out for you better. If he wasn't so reserved, maybe this wouldn't be happening to you and the dorms. How could he have known though? He didn't feel about you back then like he does now...

Agh! Oh my god, an actual secret admirer! Is this middle school or what?!

Whatever! If that person is gonna go all mastermind over everyone who has wronged you (and there are quite a few) Jack has to stop them! All it does is ignite the anger and bullying for you all over again!

...So he might as well start looking out for you now!

Ruggie

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...whu-whuat?

Palms on his knees, Ruggie watched bent down, the...gift in your lap.

...From...an secret admirer???

Ühew????

The longest out of the bunch to snap back into reality. The confusion was wiped from his face when Jack accompanied you back and the rest of the students verbalized their confusion and frustrations. Ruggie, of course, had to step in and calm the situation.

With a few slaps on the wrists and promises, he got some students to clean up the mess with him while Leona retreated back into his room. The mess, as daunting as it was, however was a great way to distract the hyena's mind.

During the clean-up, he barely had time to focus nor process on what the hell happened.

Savanaclaw isn't the most popular dorm, duh. You wouldn't catch him advocating for it - and most students would blame this 'prank' as Diasomnia's doing.

Nighttime came along eventually and Jack hasn't uttered a word ever since he came back. 'I'll look out for (Name).' was all he whispered to him, out of anyone's earshot.

...Yeah, right. (Name).

What, you got a prankster as a secret admirer?

Ruggie would love to laugh at that but the situation is so weirdly tense right now that he can't bring himself to laugh over spilled milk - because it isn't just 'spilled milk'.

Instead, he distracts himself with calming the students down. He doesn't feel like talking to Leona, that bum. The last thing Ruggie needs is some 'higher-than-thou', 'whatever-doesn't-concern-me' comment.

Ruggie lies in his bed and now with everything done, he has to think about you.

Was that real? Can he joke about it to you tomorrow? Wouldja turn him away? Would entertaining you make you relax?

Not like nobody is not gonna approach you because of this. Surely it's gonna be talked about in school - how Savanaclaw is a joke.

Aaaaah, damnit, he's gotta make sure none of his dorm's students are gonna harrass ya, right? Aaaah, looks like he has to postpone everything he had planned for this week.

Sure, Jack is gonna look out for you but Ruggie feels better when he has his eye on you, too. Two pair is better than one, right? At this rate, he doesn't really care if Leona's gonna scold him. He's not gonna let his dorm out of control like some wild beasts...and he's doin' it for your sake as well.

...You have an secret admirer. Somewhere, someone on this school has a gigantic, out-of-this-world crush on you. Well, he thinks, that's...possible. It...makes sense.

Someone has such a big crush on you that they hated what an dorm did to you. They'd go out of their way to act on vengeance in your name.

Ooooh boy, this uh...is something. What the hell, man? Why did you have to drag Ruggie into this?

Maybe he'd do the same if only he wasn't so sleazy. Honestly though, Ruggie doesn't even have the courage to do more than throw his arm around you and gift you a few of his leftovers...

The least he can do now...and maybe make you realize how much he cares for you...is to protect you...without wanting anything as exchange.

Leona

...What?

Oh, no. Seriously? This has to happen to him now?

Leona quickly averts his eyes from this gift before anyone could even breath out their complaints.

Once they do and Ruggie attempts to calm them down, Leona follows with narrowed eyes you and Jack leaving. He lets out a sigh before wandering off to his room, telling Ruggie to clean everything up. (Ruggie: "Seriously?!")

His students throw complaints and frustrations at him while he leaves and in return, he tells them to shut it. He has it under control.

Once in his room, and the ruckus dies down, Leona can't go back to sleep.

He lays in his bed, trying to think of nothing but can't fight the pondering and wondering. Instead he recalls back.

The 'trap' was a gift for you from an secret admirer hating Savanclaw's guts...or at least their pathetic attempt at cheating in the tournament and dragging you with them. That brat put everyone to sleep or rocketed them to the stars only to point out how 'smart~' this magicless student is, crossing the field while no one else can. Woooow.

It doesn't matter. Leona's pride was attacked.

He's not gonna let some kid insult him. Not gonna let some kid lay traps on his territory, hurt his pack. Not gonna let some kid who thinks themselves high and mighty steal your heart.

How impressionable could you be, letting yourself be swooned by someone like that? Someone who can't even tell you directly that they like you? Through some flowery language and letters and gifts? Childish.

...Do they think themselves better than Leona?

Ugh, he does not want to deal with this. This isn't his problem, it's yours. Let Ruggie calm down the pack and let you deal with the rest, it has nothing to do with him.

But if he falters now, he will be seen as weak. Words are gonna spread like the wind here and he can't have a certain dragon fae be mocking him...

Mocking him about letting this happen...how someone much more charming, more caring, more loving, more emotional, more honest could be winning your heart, while you wouldn't spare a second glance at Leona...

...God, this is stupid.

For once, he does something about it. Mostly because he can't fall asleep anymore.

(haha, if you noticed I summarized all in the bonus headcannons...its easier...

watch me suddenly be wrapped by ideas for jack...a little bit for ruggie...and notice i got nothin for leona 乁(ツ)∫....guys, he isnt cool hes just mean...ಠ-ಠ)

(also, idea for a direction for this series! admirer is a bit...mhhmm, petty...especially antagonistc towards the ppl who gave you a bad time...and who did more than EVERY SINGLE DORM LEADER???)

(also tried to bring in the guys from last time, cant assure itll always be like this though...thatsa...lotta guys...like 22 of em)

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst scenarios #twst #savanaclaw #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #secret admirer #twst x reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #gender neutral imagine #twst headcanons #twst secret admirer

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