#trey clover x male reader

[klmp11s]

Happy April Fools Day!

Could I request us booping whoever you choose ;)

I ONLY HOPE THAT I UNDERSTANDED THE REQUEST CORRECTLY LMAO. These are short parts because there are so many characters. (English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes)

Summary: twst boys with reader who booping them Characters: all twst boys Warning: male!reades, ORTHO STRICTLY PLATONIC, established relationships with other boys (romantic), By “video” I mean videos where dogs get a boop in their nose 🐕

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

He couldn’t understand why you were next to him all day, as if waiting for something. He chalked it all up to the fact that you just missed him. Now you are sitting with him in the library while he is trying to study, and you are spinning in your seat like a spinning top. You were frankly bored. Yes, you didn't mind spending time with Riddle, but you didn't really feel like studying right now. At one point, an idea comes to your mind, and you sit closer to Riddle, trying to show at least minimal interest in what he is doing now. You hear a heavy sigh and see him looking back at you without turning his head completely. Okay, you got his attention. With one hand you take his chin and turn him around to face you. The boy doesn't understand at all what you want from him For a couple of seconds he looked into your eyes and sharply… Boop He sits for a couple of seconds, then you see his face quickly begin to turn red. He gently removes your hand and, with a completely red face, intertwines your hands with his. Okay, he can study a little later, right?

Trey Clover

He was calmly baking until you came to him, because you were bored without him. Now you sit and watch your boyfriend make sweets again. Okay, there really is something hypnotic about this. At some point you get bored again and a great idea comes to your mind. You carefully stand up and approach your boyfriend as he asks what you wanted from him. You gently take his face and turn it towards you. You fix his hair and take off his glasses with one hand. As soon as you put his glasses on you, you suddenly reach for his face with one hand. Boop HE'S LITERALLY 😯 and at the moment he's like 😑 (he's trying to look at your overly smug face) And he flicks you on the nose, taking away his glasses Perhaps he could try to finish faster

Cater Diamond

He was sitting in Magicam when you came to him Now you both sit in silence, each looking at something on your phones. Okay, you were bored You turn off your phone and rest your head on his shoulder. He looks at your friends' new posted photos when an idea comes to your mind. You've been waiting for your dad for minutes since he started recording stories in Magicam when you started your plan. You take him by the chin with one hand and pull him towards your face. Kiss? Okay, he'll make a cute video! When at one moment you suddenly pull away and.. Boop ..What? He lets go of the tape and looks at you before starting to laugh. Okay, you got him He posted this video, I promise

Ace Trappola

He was sitting in your room, telling you something about his basketball practice. You look into his frowning face and an idea suddenly comes to your mind. You turn your whole body towards him and start smiling. He falls silent and looks back: 🤨🙄 You sharply pull his face to yours and he tries to grab your hands and almost closes his eyes when.. Boop He suddenly opens his eyes and looks at you. 😧. He turns away from you abruptly and asks when he became like a dog to you. (you can do this again and it won't stop you at all)

Deuce Spade

You were helping him study in his room when you realized that you were completely tired and bored. While he was diligently writing something down, you just sat and stared at him, as in a moment you remember one video you saw this morning. You gently tap his shoulder and when he turns to you, you sit closer. He begins to feel the heat rising across his face when you almost kiss him, and he closes his eyes, to which you completely calmly move away from him and.. Boop His eyes widen and he is now completely red looking into your eyes. Okay, maybe so, but he really wanted you to kiss h- ahem Now he can't concentrate on his homework and you can take him for a walk with you 🤗

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

You came to wake him up in his room, but you had absolutely no desire to drag him out of bed You sit down next to him and begin to shake him by the shoulder, from which you feel his tail weakly hit your back. Okay, he's awake. You call his name and he opens one eye. And one idea suddenly comes to your mind You lean towards his face and he opens both eyes, looking at you intently. Almost kissing him, you move away and raise your hand to his face Boop He grabs your hand and pulls you towards him. Without words, now you sleep with him and kiss him until he says that he has enough 🤗

Ruggie Bucchi

You picked up your boyfriend for lunch because he finally had some free time. Now you listen to his story about his club and see his tail flashing behind him. Oh, an idea! You move closer to him and tell him to sit closer to you. He moves silently and feels you place your hand on his cheek. Okay, that's nice You get closer to his face and at one moment… Boop 😯😇 you hear him chuckle and also flick you on the nose. Sweet, now just kiss him

Jack Howl

You sat with him in class and were terribly bored. How much time is left until the end? You lay your head down on the table and turn to face your boyfriend. He sits completely seriously and writes something down. Okay, you're the only one who doesn't care about class right now, right? You suddenly remember the video that Ace showed you this morning. Okay, maybe you have something to do. You straighten your back and move your chair closer to Jack. You notice how his tail begins to shake faster and smile. You wait for the teacher to turn away and turn to him. You turn his face towards you and whisper to him Boop By abruptly moving away and turning away from him, you feel as smug as possible. Out of the corner of your eye you look at Jack and the boy is literally about to die of embarrassment. Well, you're not bored now, are you?

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

You watched him work and were completely bored. Okay, you can understand Floyd sometimes, because you have absolutely nothing to do As soon as you remember Floyd, you also remember the video he showed you this morning. EXACTLY You get up from your seat and head towards your boyfriend. He turns to face you in his chair as you lean over him and remove his glasses with one hand. You place them on the table and lift his selections closer to you. Okay, now his face is completely red You see him close his eyes and straighten your back as you reach your other hand towards his face. Boop He suddenly opens his eyes and looks at you: 😧🧍 Now he stutters when he hears you move away and giggle at his reaction. Maybe it's really time for him to take a break and spend time with you.

Jade Leech

You listen as he tells you about the next type of mushroom that he was able to find. It's interesting, but now you're really tired and want to do something else. One idea comes to your mind that could help you. You reach one hand up to his cheek and gently run your fingers over it. He falls silent for a moment and his eyes look at you with interest. What are you doing? When you pull his face towards you, you begin to involuntarily smile and sharply raise your other hand to his face Boop A sharp sigh escapes him and you hear him chuckle quietly. Fine. He probably didn't expect this. Do you like doing this? Now his attention is on you, what would you like to do?

Floyd Leech

LMAOO I hope you decide to do this when he's in a good mood You were completely bored when you were walking along the corridor and meet your boyfriend coming towards you, in a second you remember the video you saw a few minutes ago Now you have two options:

He is in a good mood and starts laughing and also flicks you on the nose. He might even gently bite your cheek and demand a kiss from you.

HE IS IN A BAD MOOD and just looks at you silently as he raises his hand to your face and makes a “plum” to your nose (I hope you know what it is, but I can explain it to you). Now your nose is purple for more than a few hours 😇

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim

You were tired and sat listening to your boyfriend tell you about how his day went, when a memory of a video that you accidentally saw this morning suddenly comes to your mind. Why not try it? You pull his sleeve closer to you and he willingly moves towards your body. You carefully take him by the chin and start giggling when you see him close his eyes and smile. At that moment you reach your other hand towards his face and… Boop He opens his eyes and starts giggling. Okay, now he's doing this to you non-stop. Just kiss him and I think he'll stop (HE WOULD DO THIS TO JAMIL I SWEAR TO YOU)

Jamil Viper

You sit with him in the kitchen and watch him prepare dinner. Not bad, but you would like to do something interesting now. And then you remember the video that Cater showed you this morning You get up and approach him from behind. You may hear something about how you shouldn't distract him, but it's not like you really care. You turn his head to the side and reach over his shoulder for his face. You hear a tired sigh and he tries to turn his body towards you. At this moment you realize your hand to his face Boop he looks at your hand for a couple of seconds like 😶, and then you hear him tsk and tell you that he will finish soon. Okay, you're definitely sure you could feel his fast heartbeat.

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit

You sat next to him while he washed off his makeup. You were bored, but you knew that soon he would be free and you could do something together. Now the video that Epel showed you during the day came to your mind. Well, why not try it? You stand up and walk towards him, carefully wrapping your arms around him and trying to turn him to face you. When he asks what you wanted, you carefully raise your hand to his face. Boop He looks at you for a couple of seconds and you hear him laugh silently. And he quickly kisses the tip of your nose. He sends you back with the words that he will finish soon. Everything went very well.

Rook Hunt

You might expect that when your boyfriend asks you to take a walk in the woods, it means that you won't find him for the next half hour. You were about to return to the dorm with him and relax when an idea came into your head. You lean your back on the tree trunk and decide to just wait for it to come into your trap. You hear the rustling of leaves from above and start smiling when your boyfriend appears in front of you, hanging upside down. You understand hand to his face and.. Boop He looks at your hand for a couple of seconds and starts laughing. Okay, he's coming down, you caught him. Will you do this again?

Epel Felmier

You looked at your boyfriend who literally ran into your room from his dorm. You woke up just as he burst into your room and started saying something about Vil. You love him, but now you would really like silence and you remember the video you watched before going to bed. Okay, maybe this will help. You pull him towards you by the sleeve and he leans towards you, still telling you something. When you run your hand over his cheek, he pauses for a moment and you raise your other hand. Boop He opens his mouth and immediately looks at you. You shift in the bed and turn away from him, so that he also lies down with you Okay, now all you hear and feel is him whispering something about the fact that you interrupted him and carefully laying down next to you.

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

You lay on his bed for a while while he played through another game. Yes, it's interesting to watch him play, but now you want to do something else. And then you remember the video you showed him this morning. Actually, why not try it? You get up and approach him, leaning on the back of his chair, you look at his screen for a minute, when you see that he is not busy with anything important for a while, you lift him by the chin to face you He screams sharply in surprise, then trying to take off his headphones to find out what you wanted, when you raise your second hand to his face Boop Okay, his hair is pink, his face is on fire and he's completely lost in a matter of seconds. Now you can safely take him with you to do what you want 🤗

Ortho Shroud

You were walking to Idia's room when you met his little brother. You remembered the video that you sent to Idia earlier and an idea came to you To your surprise, today the upper part of his face was covered, which only played into your hands. He joyfully greets you and says that he is also heading to Idia and you can go together, when he falls silent you understand your hand to his nose Boop He stands there for a couple of seconds and starts smiling and giggling. He would definitely ask you to bend over so he could do the same for you. You two did this to Idia all the time that day, I swear.

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia

In the evening you went for a walk with him and at one moment an idea came to your mind from a video that you wanted to show him during the day, but forgot Okay, then you have an advantage. You stop and when he asks you what's wrong, you ask him to lean towards your face. He was obviously expecting some kind of affection, as you usually did, so he simply squinted and raised the corners of his mouth. You reach out your hand to his face and to his surprise, everything that follows is - Boop You smile and walk further along the sidewalk, hearing out of the corner of your ear that one tall fairy is definitely laughing behind you

Lilia Vanrouge

HE SHOWED YOU THIS VIDEO and HE was the one who started doing this to EVERYONE One day you decided to answer him in kind, and when he walked to meet you in the corridor, you opened your arms to hug him. Pulling away from you, he raises his hand to you, and at the same second you are ahead of him. Boop He blinks at you a couple of times and begins to laugh quietly. You caught him, didn't you? Now he will try to do it unexpectedly

Sebek Zigvolt

He was telling you something about Fairies when a video came into your head that you now wanted to show him. Wait, maybe..? Okay, now you have a task assigned to you. You gently tug at his collar and he pauses for a moment and begins to frown. When he just wanted to say something about the fact that you have no manners, you raise your hand to his face. Boop He closes his mouth and just looks at you. Okay, it wasn't clear, but he wasn't exactly against it. Just next time warn him and let him finish the story

Silver

You could definitely do that while he was sleeping on you. Now, you were telling him about how your club time went and you notice how your boyfriend is starting to fall asleep. Okay, you have an idea what to do about it. You fall silent and pull him towards you by his jacket. He's not sleeping, honestly, he wants to listen to you. At that moment you raise your hand to his face and… Boop He suddenly opens his sleepy eyes and just looks at you. Okay, that's a perfectly effective way to keep him awake, now please keep talking.

The characters do not belong to me, they belong to their rightful owners, please do not edit, translate, repost my works on other platforms, also without my permission and @

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[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#673 *YMCA Intensifies*

Trey: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Yuu...Did you eat...a cupcake...

Male!Yuu*Eyes closed*You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight-

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[writingsoftwistedwonderland]

Twist characters and how they cuddle!

I haven't written in a while, and recently got rehyperfixated on twist (Sorry everyone) SO HERE IS A BIG GENERAL HEADCANON FOR A:: OUR BOYS!! It can be taken platonic or romantic EXCEPT! For ortho, platonic only with the baby or be blocked. Starting with heartslabyul and move on from there!

putting keep reading so it doesn't make someone's page huge

Heartslabyul

Riddle: I believe he is touch starved, and only focusing on studying instead of childhood things can be the result of it. I like to think he loves being held close to his S/O's chest, hearing their heartbeat as he relaxes after a hard day. Bonus! He also likes being the little spoon and leaning against someone while studying!

Trey: I believe he would be the big spoon or holding his S/O however they like, mostly because he is the oldest child, so it's like a default for him to hold someone close and be the giver. Bonus! He does however enjoy being the little spoon or his head cradled after a busy day, or when his head hurts, having his S/O just gently play with his hair makes him relax.

Cater: I Vastly enjoy the mental image of Cater preferring to cuddle close to his S/O's stomach or thighs, and fiddling with his phone, or letting S/O mess with his hair as he relaxes.

Bonus! He loves cuddling close to his S/O's neck and shoulder and just hiding his face there, especially with low mental health days.

Deuce: He tries to be the giver, but he is a softie and loves being held. Just hug him and nuzzle into him and he just melts and becomes a huge baby. Do it in front of Ace and you get a cuddle pile!

Bonus! He will tuck himself into his S/O's side, dozing in and out of sleep while rambling about things he did in his dorm or just during the day in general.

Ace:

BASTARD! STINKY STINKY MAN! YOU WANT TO CUDDLE? EARN IT! He enjoys fighting with his S/O(playfully) when they try to cuddle him. Want to sit and relax? Too bad! His S/O is now on the floor fighting for their life, Ace giggling above them! He cuddles them eventually, laying on their chest while scrolling through social media.

Bonus! The best Ace cuddles are sleepy Ace cuddles. Get him well and tired, and he will just nuzzle into his S/O’s shoulder, murmuring little things here and there.

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[twisted-lover-boys]

Hey, hello! I have one tiny request, hehe. In this request will be Jack, Sebek, Trey, Floyd, Jade. They will react to their partner who's shorter than Riddle but has enough physical powers to lift them. How is that sound? I edited my request so I hope you don't mind if I'll put it into your request box:)

Boyfriend who is small but strong

Let’s goooooooooooo strong but short squad for the win!!!!

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Trey always thought that his boyfriend, with how cute and petite he was, was a bit on the meek side. Of course, he never thought less of you because of that

Trey always looked after you. He made sure you ate well, didn’t overwork yourself, and stayed clear of trouble. Of course, he couldn’t always be there for you

And today only proved that fact. He didn’t think you’d get picked on and was more than ready to teach a few out-of-line students a lesson…until he saw you absolutely deck them

From then on, Trey made it a point for you to show off how strong you were. Lifting heavy things around the dorm with ease, showing off your muscles, and even asking you to pick him up if you could (you can)

Trey loves having your help, especially with jobs he couldn’t normally do on his own. He likes that you help carry crates of strawberries he makes or help set up unbirthday parties in your free time

Honestly, Trey probably loves you even more now because he now knows something that many other probably don’t. He’d be a liar if he didn’t think you being strong was hot

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Jack has always been surrounded by people that are much smaller and weaker than him. His boyfriend is no different but he never thought any less of you because of it

Jack always prioritized your safety which usually led to him staying close to you often. He was often teased for being your bodyguard instead of your boyfriend but it didn’t matter much to him

But the one day he wasn’t with you, he heard that you were getting picked on. He immediately rushed to your general direction and was ready to defend you…until he showed up and saw you effortlessly deck them

Honestly, wolf boy is a bit jealous of your strength but nonetheless admires it. Seeing you effortlessly lift up things and people and easily outperforming other students in competitions…oh great seven—

While he could easily do strong tasks by himself, having you accompany and help him makes them easier. Power couple, honestly

Jack learning that you were actually super strong really changed his perception of you, but not his love for you. You’re still his cute & small boyfriend and that’s not changing

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Floyd loves you. Plain and simple. You were so small and meek compared to him but you had confidence of a shark. He’d be a liar if he didn’t say he fell first and fell harder

Of course with you being so small, Floyd had an innate desire to protect you from harm. He was more than happy to spend his days with you while also making sure you stayed away from trouble

But it just had to be an off day for him. Azul just had to make him work. Jade just had to get on his back. When he received word that you were getting picked on, his off day turned into a horrible day. As he rushed off to your location, ready to end this day before crashing away with you, he saw you standing over the unconscious bodies of your bullies

I cannot tell you how this man’s face lit up. You should’ve told him how strong you were! Were you always this strong? Why would you keep this from him?! His day went from being off to horrible to amazing in a few moments

He loves watching do heavy work. He could easily do it as well, but there’s something so hot about watching his small boyfriend lift things twice your size. You make his work days so much more fun

Floyd didn’t love you any more or less after he found out about your secret strength. You’re his boyfriend through and through and nothing’s changing that, no matter what

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Jade is a simple man who likes simple things, with his boyfriend being one of them. Even though you’re significantly shorter than him, your gusto and strong beliefs are what he finds most interesting

However, because of your small size, Jade is concerned that you’ll get hurt so he always makes sure that he’s close or around you in some capacity

But the one day that Azul needed him most was the day that you got picked on. As soon as he heard, he dropped whatever he was doing, rushing over to you. He thought of the many ways he could torture those who hurt you…but when he arrived, you had already done so for him

From then on, Jade never worried about your safety or capability in certain tasks. He knew that you were able to take care of yourself and even enjoyed watching you show off your strength

On that topic, he enjoys your help with the more physically grueling tasks. He could do them himself, but he enjoys having your help. It gives him an excuse to be with you and take just a little bit longer in his tasks

While Jade is happy to have this knowledge about you, his feelings towards you hadn’t changed in the slightest. He loves you so much, no matter how strong you really are

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Although he would never say it outright, Sebek truly believed that his boyfriend couldn’t defend themselves. Of course he loves you with everything he has, but your short statue doesn’t really reassure him about your safety

He was adamant about teaching you defense methods so that you can protect yourself. He knows he can’t be around you all the time, what with his duty to protect Malleus, but he still worries for your safety

When Lilia had forcefully released him of his duties, Sebek immediately went to search for you. He didn’t expect to hear that you were getting picked on. He sprinted over to you, ready to teach those lousy students a lesson…but then you literally one punch man-ed them

Sebek is a mixture of things. He’s shocked, confused, angry, and relieved. Why didn’t you tell him about this massive strength you had?! He could’ve worried less about you and focused more on his duties. Well, at least you’re okay

From then on, he starts to worry about you less as he now knows that you can handle yourself with ease. Watching you test the limits of your strength, whether accidental or purposeful, always seems to motivate him to do better. For his home, his master, and for you

He’s honestly relieved that you know how to handle yourself and while it’s changed his perception of you, it hangs changed his opinion of his feelings. You’re still near and dear to him, no matter how strong or weak you are

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[hellsslibrary]

✧･ﾟ:*NSFW Alphabet with Trey Clover*:･ﾟ✧

DNI : minors.

!!Warnings : switch(mostly sub)!bottom!Trey, food play, praise kink, riding, teasing, rough sex and soft, thighs, handjob, male reader.

Cater <————«« Trey »»————> Riddle

Heartslabyul. Trey Clover.

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

Probably the most caring boy in all of Twisted, yes. Even if he is tired to the point of impossibility, he will still make sure that you are in order and that you are completely satisfied. And then both of you will do what you need. Shower, water, hugs, whatever. He will fulfill your every wish.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It's definitely thighs in you. It just seems that way to me. He loves to sit on your lap at all times, and he loves to play with them during sex. Squeeze, caress, kiss, suck, bite, whatever. Especially if you have sensitive thighs.

In himself, his favorite part is obviously his hands. They are very skillful, since he is a confectioner, after all. So he can do a lot with these hands for you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Well... He cums above average, that's for sure. His semen is sweeter than normal and thicker, since sweets are a major part of his life.

As for your cum... He loves creampie, so get the my idea, imps.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Any fanfiction with foodplay and Trey is my weakness, so listen up. He dreams of having sex with you in the kitchen of Heartslabyul and using all sorts of ingredients like various syrups, whipped cream, some berries and everything else on your body or on his body in absolutely any way you like.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

He's probably not a virgin. Although he did not have affairs where he would be the bottom, so in that place you are his first. Definitely knows what he's doing though. He is clearly not an innocent person.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Lotus flower (click there to see). I just want him to sit on my lap with those thick thighs of his and... Ahem. He's just a sensual and romantic boy so he loves this position, where he or you (depending on who's dominant) can set any possible rhythm that's comfortable for both of you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I guess he's serious enough if you're dominant and he's just overly focused on pleasure at times like this, just enjoying your praise, words of love, touches and thrusts. But if he dominates... Then he will definitely say a few joking phrases, just to tease you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps everything clean there, so you won't find hair in there, as he gets rid of it quickly. The color is exactly the same as on the drapes, only the hair on the carpet is a little lighter.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He is very romantic! If you ever mention any thing that seems romantic to you, then expect him to bring it to life soon. Whatever you think is romantic will be yours in a short amount of time. Also during sex, he will be the most tender and loving boy, sensually stroking you, praising you, taking care of you and everything you can imagine.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Nope, not a fan. He probably just doesn't have time for that, though. But he still hardly ever finds his own hand or anything else too satisfying, so he prefers to wait until his arousal wears off or have sex.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He loves to ride you. He loves to look down at you while you moan and your face is absolutely blissful while he squeezes your chest/thighs/sides/whatever. He also loves handjob, he prefers hands to mouth, if only in case of his own satisfaction. He just loves the way your hand slides over his cock, the way you rub his head and balls as he lies helplessly underneath you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Well... I guess he likes sex on the table. Just because he loves it. But given his favorite position, it's probably a bed, a chair, an armchair, a couch, or whatever you can sit comfortably on.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Trey is not very easily aroused. Although he can be easily seduced by the look at your thighs if you're wearing some kind of tight pants or shorts... Or if you deliberately eat something too sexy (you know what I'm talking about).

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He doesn't want to cause you or him much pain, obviously. He is generally not a particular fan of some too rough and sadistically masochistic sex. Also, he would probably prefer to have sex in places where he is convinced that no one will be, just ... Just in case. Ahem, so that no red-haired tyrants will notice you, ahem.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers to give more, of course. Trey loves to see the look on your face when he pleases you, and especially he has access to your thighs, so it couldn't be better.

For his part, he still prefers a handjob, as I said, but he still enjoys any kind of blowjob/eating out/jerk off/etc from you.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely a slow, sensual tempo. Although it can get faster and rougher if you want it or prefer it. But he likes more leisurely, romantic sex, so :b.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Since he's quite busy, like Vice Housewarden, you have this happen quite often, simply because he doesn't have time. Although his preference always goes to your rarer but more valuable leisurely intercourse.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Not particularly risky. He will not do anything that will cause one of you to get hurt, or get caught, or leave one of you unsatisfied (he will always make you satisfied, no matter what). But he is quite ready for experiments.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He is quite durable. 5-10 rounds I guess. You can fuck him all you want because it takes a lot of effort to get him to his point of overdrive. Although not as much as with Cater, for example.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has a couple. Handcuffs or ropes, just because he likes to tease you or for you to tease him. He also has a couple of other toys for you to use on him. And he has at least one butt plug and wears it quite often, you know... Just in case.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease)

He loves to tease you! Although he knows your boundaries and your clear "no" and he will never break them. But he still loves it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's... 2-3/10, really. I don't think he's too loud. He may sigh, moan softly in pleasure, but he will never be too loud.

W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)

He has thick, bulging thighs. You know, those thighs you look at and think "Fuck, this is the juiciest thing in the world" and all this heresy. Basically... He loves to squeeze you in his thighs as you suck him off/eat him out/fuck him. It's just... Well, fuck, who doesn't want to be crushed by those thighs?

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

He is very muscular! He has a good, muscular body, relief and it is quite wide. His cock... 6-7 inches/15-17 cm. Slightly larger than average, yes. And it is medium in girth, although slightly plumper at the base.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Average. He doesn't need a lot of sex and will probably adjust to your sex drive. Is yours bigger? Okay, he'll try to make time for that. Do you have a lesser? It's amazing, he does too.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fell asleep afterwards)

He will probably fall asleep quickly enough after you bathe, change the sheets and do other things. Although if it was done in the middle of the day or something like that, then he will be a little sleepy after that.

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[fungifanart]

Happy birthday?

Characters: Male reader, Yuu!reader, Trey Clover, Riddle Rosehearts, Cater Diamond, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade

CW: Fluff, Trey Clover has negative rizz, but we love him anyway

Word count: 1,202

Notes: Hahahahaha, what do you mean this is three days late? Hahahahaha, no, it isn't! HAHAHAHAHA (I'm really trying here, guys.)

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"It isn't even funny anymore." Cater says with a sigh.

"It’s pathetic, really." Ace says while shaking his head.

"I'm honestly embarrassed to call myself his friend right now." Riddle says while rubbing his temples.

"You can't be serious…" Deuce can hardly believe what he's hearing, "Trey STILL hasn't caught onto the Prefect’s feelings?!"

Deuce’s mouth goes wide as the three men shake their heads in disappointment, thoroughly gobsmacked at the raw obliviousness being displayed by his respected upperclassman.

It's almost impressive, in a way, to remain blissfully unaware of another person's romantic feelings for oneself for A MONTH.

The four men have seen it all at this point.

They've seen the Prefect go on shopping trips with Trey, help him in the kitchen, help with setup and cleanup of unbirthday parties and so much more, all while subtly flirting with the vice housewarden in hopes of catching his eye, but with little to no luck.

It had gotten to the point where one would think "Surely, he knows and is just willfully ignoring the other man's advances!"

But no.

After being indirectly questioned by Riddle, it's become exceedingly clear that the supposedly clever and thoughtful vice housewarden of Heartslabyul is simply unaware of the Prefect’s feelings. However, from that same conversation, they also learned that he actually harbors feelings of his own for the other man, but refuses to act on them out of fear of ruining their friendship.

'Great Seven, help these two.' Deuce remembers thinking.

Of course, Cater was quick to take up the mantle of wingman for these poor idiots, meanwhile Ace was quick to set up a betting pool on how long it would take for either the hopelessly dense Trey to catch on or for the hopelessly shy Prefect to actually confess, much to Riddle’s dismay. However, even Cater's counsel has proved ineffective and what was once daily entertainment for the Prefect’s friends has descended into a farce that is genuinely painful to watch.

However, not all hope is lost.

With Trey's birthday on the horizon, unbeknownst to both parties, the group has devised a last ditch effort to allow the two to reconcile their feelings for each other.

The day arrives and with it, the plan is set in motion.

While the main festivities are underway, Deuce works with Ace to set up a romantic dinner at a gazebo in one of the more secluded areas of the hedge maze and waits until the party is winding down to guide the Prefect to said gazebo while Cater and Riddle do the same for Trey from the other direction.

With their objective completed, Deuce and the others leave the two men to talk about their feelings.

Whatever happens next is out of their hands.

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With his birthday festivities winding down, Trey can feel the fatigue of the day catching up with him and is planning to leave for his room, despite his disappointment at not being able to see the Prefect off as he’s seemingly left for Ramshackle by now.

However, as he’s turning to leave, he feels two hands on his shoulders.

“Uh-uh-uh, birthday boy! You’re not leaving just yet.” Cater says as Trey turns to see both him and Riddle.

“We have one last surprise for you. So we need you to come with us.” Riddle states matter-of-factly as the two men take him by the arms and lead him into the hedge maze.

"So, are you guys gonna tell me what's going on or…?" Trey asks after a few minutes of walking in silence.

Cater scoffs in response, "It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if we told you, now would it?"

"Don't worry, we're almost there." Riddle says as they round a corner where a trio of familiar voices can be heard.

Trey's eyes widen as he sees the Prefect being pushed around the opposite corner towards him by Ace and Deuce.

The two groups get closer and closer until they stop in front of a gazebo with a table that's laid out with food and several candles that create an almost ethereal atmosphere as the natural light from the sun retreats below the horizon.

"What is this?" Trey asks, slightly taken aback.

"Oh, nothing." Ace says innocently, "We just wanted to give you and the Prefect a nice place to spend some alone time. A little birdy told us you've got A LOT to talk about, after all."

Trey and the Prefect share a look of surprise as they're pushed towards the table as a sign to sit down, which they do, but not before Trey feels a hand on his shoulder again and hears Cater's voice whispering in his ear.

"Do NOT mess this up." Cater warns before the four other men leave them to their dinner.

A few minutes pass in awkward silence as the two men eat their food, not knowing what to talk about despite having 'A LOT to talk about' according to Ace.

Of course, it doesn't help that he's getting distracted by how beautiful the Prefect looks in this lighting.

"Uh, Trey? Is there something on my face?" The Prefect asks, causing Trey to realize that he was staring.

"U-uh, nope! You're fine!" Trey says while awkwardly looking away, hoping that the candlelight will obscure the growing pink on his cheeks.

More awkward silence passes as Trey recalls Cater's words and fights the urge to slam his forehead onto the table because he knows he's messing this up BAD.

That is, until the silence is finally broken by the Prefect sighing and looking into Trey's eyes, "Trey, there's…actually something I wanted to tell you." He says apprehensively.

"Oh, sure. Go ahead." Trey says while returning the eye contact.

"I see you. You know that, right?" The Prefect begins, "I see how much you care and how hard you work everyday to keep everyone happy. I see how seriously you take your baking and I can't help but admire it. I can't help but admire you."

Trey feels his heart flutter in his chest as the Prefect continues.

"But it's not just admiration. Our shopping trips and the time I spend helping you bake are always the highlights of my day and I've realized it's because I've spent that time with you, specifically."

Trey's eyes widen and he feels his face heating up as he realizes where the other man is going with this.

"I…think I want to spend a lot more time with you…because…" The Prefect hesitantly reaches his hand over to Trey's on the table, silently asking for permission, which Trey gives in the form of intertwining their fingers together, spurring the other man on to finish his sentence with a sincere smile, "Trey, I love you."

Trey's heart skips a beat and a soft smile forms on his face upon hearing the words he never thought he would from the other man.

"I love you too, y/n." Trey responds softly, but with his love burning passionately in his chest.

The Prefect then moves his chair so they're side-by-side and leans his face towards Trey's, allowing him to happily close the distance between their lips.

'Best birthday present ever.' Trey thinks to himself.

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[yomogi-mogi-mochi]

Honey Lemon Crescendo

Pairings: Trey Clover/Vampire MC

Summary: The gods should have made you better, so that they could love you. 

The days you pray for the abolishment of your abhorrent form are rare in the centuries you have lived since your family's death, and your turning. Sharpened claws and teeth, the hellfire of your gaze are concealed for your own convenience, you tell yourself, especially as you enroll into NRC. The tonic of human affairs rarely interested you, yet when you find the truly curious case of Trey Clover, someone who is made only of that plain sort, you cannot help but to promise yourself one conversation, some several hours of the thousand thousand you have lived to taste what it is like to be treated, and be human again. But you're a fool, and a hypocrite‒ you find yourself breaking that promise over, and over, and over. Your fragile resolve frays at every sunbeam smile, every ringing laughter of his. 

MC is a vampire, unique magic is telepathy, being able to unconsciously hear everyone's thoughts 

Notes: Once again I am alive lol. Barely. Just finished my first semester in my Master’s program so I’ve been experiencing a bit a burn out, so I apologize if this isn’t my best work. Also, every time I'm like "hm is this too much trauma?" But then I remember the child murder, kidnapping, and child endangerment that's canon in twst and I'm like ooh wait right nvm I’m good. Fits within the canon. Anyways, I would have liked to explore the concept of BPD and its allegorical connections to Vampirism more in depth, especially due to the social sigma associated with it‒ but I feel that it would be waaaay too long for a one-shot if I did so. 

Also, all stand alone quotes that are in italics represent inner thoughts (with some exceptions depending on your personal interpretations)

TW: References to depression, references to religious trauma, exorcism, and cults; references to child abuse; survivors guilt; referenced to verbal abuse; anxiety; panic attacks; slight mentions of eating disorders/disordered eating (suppressing appetite); BPD 

GN Terms for MC

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“There is no sin within this child. Only the devil which lives within them.” 

Those were the words that had prevented your burning during the trial, among other things. 

Perhaps it was also the way you would keep your claws obscured under thickset leather gloves, conceal your crimson gaze under obsidian shades, or the terror that seized you every night that left you so evidently unraveled in all of your unforgiving guilt and abhorrence for your new form. The pity that could be provoked by the wetness and flush of a child’s face was something many adults in the future instructed was a bias you should have been more grateful for‒ as it triumphed over whatever horrors people held when you spoke a decibel too loudly to show your sharpening fangs, moved too swiftly to confirm the power that swelled within you like simmering, spoiled blood‒ pungent, and nauseating.

It reminds you of the smell at the state of decomposition you found your family in when you returned home from a several day trip with your cello instructor‒ and the smell of its mouth when its sharpened teeth lurched towards your neck, before you felt the metallic taste drip cold into your gasping mouth. 

It was first the elongated fangs. Then came the claws, the lack of reflection, the original color of your eyes draining, replaced with a bright vermillion. The enhanced senses and physical power were less noticeable‒ but the subtle power that swelled in your hands when you broke skin and meat with your own grip upon your arm did not go unnoticed by the Supreme Leader who examined your body and soul during your trial. 

“This thing should be useful to me, I hope. I was right to send that “Cello Instructor” with them to take care of business here. I’ll continue my divine plan as usual.”

The words themselves terrified you. Should you run? Hide? Die? Where would you go‒ with your small feet and hands? What could you do? The more oppressive horror lay in the confirmation of the whorling suspicion inside of your small, ten-year old mind that your new form allowed for telepathy‒ the exact “usefulness” the Supreme Leader had suspected lapped inside of you. You were absolutely sure of it, days later, when you read the color of the townspeople faces‒ their leering eyes and curled lips, squeezing their children close behind them‒ back towards your home, set ablaze by their torches and oil. The scramble of noise wasn't needed to confirm their disgust of you, but it came anyway. 

“Hideous.”

“Demon. Probably killed that poor family.”

“That disguising appearance‒ must be the child of the devil.”

“Murderer. Things like you deserved to be burned. Supreme leader is truly a blessing to take care of such vile things.”

You cowered at their stares‒ but you remember considering it distantly for a moment, even in the midst of your situation. That night you had been found by shaking candlelight, your mouth drenched with blood and fear, palming numbly at your family's cold bodies. You couldn't blame them, you supposed. The townspeople feared you. You feared you. Stay with me . The Supreme Leader told you. And you did. 

He defended you during your trial with a kind smile, tying the rope around your wrists loosely with gentle hands, spoke softly of good deeds, good gods, all forgiving and loving. When he convinced the council to graciously join his family , you didn’t run. 

“Don’t you want to be loved by god?”

You shakily rolled the breath that seized in your lungs, your small hands clutched in a prayer against the heartbeat that thundered against your bones. 

“How pitiful child, that you choke on your sorrow. You, abhorrent creature, abomination of god‒ let me love you .” 

“Let me be your god.”

He held a copy of Dissertations Upon the Apparitions of Angels, Daemons, and Vampires of Wonderland in his hands‒ he pressed a finger onto each part of your body, comparing it with his‒ what made him human, and what made you not. He gifted you your own room‒ different from all the other children, deep at the belly of the earth. The cobblestone walls reached high into the heavens where you could not see, even with your enhanced vision‒ the light falling just where your vision could reach. One of his attendants presented him with a pair of cuffs, made specially for your size. The ones they had did not yet fit you. However, he placed them on the ground‒ crescent smile and blackened eyes. You would not escape. 

You kept your secrets for a while‒ despite the unquenchable jealousy, festering sin, and violence that sprouted abundantly in the minds of his chosen advisors, who pinched your skin and snaked their cold hands under your shirt. In your ever dwindling, coastal town‒ you'd seen denial was the first reaction to loss. You'd felt a modicum of humanity in your ruthless rejection, letting the inner noise of others curdle in your mind. 

Their words on the surface stuck of cheap, saccharine perfume, ones you recognized in the town's alleys and such. Yet you swallowed your nausea down, digesting their words one by one. You still had faith then, capable of religion . So easy to fool back then‒ you think now‒ children rarely doubt the material world. Why would people hurt you on purpose?

You were still a child then‒ an infant in vampiric years.

“ Don’t you want to be loved by god?” 

“To be useful to god?” 

"Useful to me?"

“They’ve done so much for you.” 

“I’ve done so much for you.” 

“Don’t you want to repay that?”

You revealed it all, in your childish trust, and his soft hands. You thought perhaps, that adults, despite their true intentions, would help you somehow. Belief in good will. Faith. It grips you with force. 

It wasn’t all violence at first. But you began to fear the day where their actions would finally twist into something reflective of their actual intentions. That day came rather quickly, or so you think. Time did not matter in the small confines of your chambers below ground. The bloodletting, lashings, the vivisections were then all to vanquish the spirits that germinated inside your sinking flesh, possessing you to reveal such “impure things” in front of the people. Purification , he called it, no matter how many times you dried your throat from apologies, or promised you would do better next time. Next time I will speak your truth. God’s truth . You say the way their desires for a monster began to shape every laceration, every break of the bone. 

Still, you couldn’t be their monster, nor a human. It seemed that the seeds of sacrilege had been sown firmly into you, and flourished each passing decade in its grotesque power. 

The gods should have made you better, so that they could love you. 

You’d beg through a dried throat and spinning vision for forgiveness and to appeal your usefulness‒ you knew the moment the priest resumed his kind smile, gentle hands, and his flowery voice‒ that he had found a use for you. Work for me , he said‒  and you obliged. He held your hand again, with a firm grip, and brought you to trials, his grand meetings with thousands of his followers‒ and you’d do his bidding, pointing a shaking finger at “non-believers” and spies‒ watching closely, where the supreme leader’s eyes leered and narrowed in order to anticipate your next move of survival . By then, you had learned to tune out a significant portion of the noise of people, to live in ignorant bliss for the few hours he would spend mending your gashing wounds, let you fiddle around with your cello that had survived the angry mob that burned down your family’s bakery, and home. Soft touches, sweet voice, he spoke. 

"Good child, one of god, of forgiveness, of love. "

And you could tell he had meant it‒ knowing that when he lied to you‒ he always clasped his hands unconsciously in prayer. If there were opposing intentions twisting below his perfumed words that you had somehow failed to pick up with your trained senses‒ you couldn’t be bothered to unravel them. It was just nice. To be held again‒ forgiven . By someone at least, if not yourself. You were good. You were good again. 

Decades pass‒ the people and the landscape move and breathe. It was only a matter of time your hometown would dwindle into a ghost city, being built on scrappy mines and poor fishermen, controlled by a con-man and his desperate believers. Even with nothing to lose, the remaining residents exiled you. Perhaps it was their humanity that they grasped onto with that final action. 

You stand against the passing aches after aches‒ drinking it all from your chalice‒ vessels gilded with gold and hammered with human desire, sitting high to the heavens on altars to hold the blood and wine offered to the gods. You’d been hollowed much like that grail, gouged from the sharpened image of your still, immutable face against the shifting harmony of the world you could not enter. You have no reflection, no face, no name people would call out to take shape as your own, no proof of your corporeal form but your own, cold touch. And the hunger. The hunger seized you at every moment‒ aching through the gums of your fangs, and pounding your heart with the lifeblood that chased it. You were at least alive in your 

You'd fashion something from the use you'd have to other people. A frankenstein skin stretched over your bones. You still feel the Supreme Leader’s gaze hollowing your senses. 

"It's like they're reading my thoughts."

"Those sunglasses and gloves, what are you trying to stand out? So annoying."

"Why don't you read the atmosphere for once?"

"Arrogant asshole."

"What are you, pretending to be all high and mighty."

"Liar."

The noise never stops completely. But you've learned to shut the world out, better now with the advancements on potions and ear plugs‒ courtesy of the Night Raven College’s curriculum‒ hands free to grasp at every opportunity to prove you had existed in some way‒ a being that was real enough to feel the light of gods' love and forgiveness. Useful. Good. 

“How did you know I used browned butter?”

Light‒ feather soft, honey sweet music that streams into your mind. 

You always sat alone in the end. There was a composition to everything, as you saw it. And you had perfected the score of distance‒ being able to orchestrate a friendly, carefree facade, an absolutely stupid and undoubtedly shallow passion, pruning the space between you and the world. A gothic mirror to parody themselves, so they could not truly look at your monstrous, yet absent form‒ something you were sure would absolutely rupture the thick skin you've fashioned together out of pieces of the real people unlike yourself. You'd break apart into nothing but dust. 

It was like the volume, moods, and rhythms created in the scores you played‒ you charged the room with boisterous laughter and directed the eyes at that, instead of your fervent efforts in composing the most fantastic detachment. In the end, you were almost giddy to see that no one saved you a seat, or spared you a glance when you slipped outside for a cigarette wedged hungrily between your fingers. The nicotine was enough to starve off the ache beginning to turn swiftly to nausea between your wobbling footsteps, and you were glad, you think, to have served your use in the social spiral to be afforded a moment of peace. 

Or, you thought. 

“Huh?”

“You forgot your prize.” The boy in front of you thrusts a frosted cupcake towards you, prompting you to switch the cigarette to your other hand to receive it. In the subtle moonlight, you see the sugar melted into the cream glitter a bit when you inspect the pastry. 

He adjusts the hat on top of his green head of hair as he continues. “The competition to see who could guess all the ingredients in the cake correctly‒ you won, it was perfect, actually.” 

You stare at him dumbly and you find yourself scooting over to make space for him. His eyebrows are tilted in a way that made his face a little sorry, a little roguish‒ a combination you found curious raised above those soft honey lemon eyes that hung like that summer fruit above the lush curve of his lashes. 

“So‒ how did you know? I’m curious.” 

You exhale the rest of the smoke resting in your lungs. “I…used to know people who were bakers. Their secret ingredient in their famous brownies was browned butter. I’ve eaten so many trays I’ve come to know the taste. The rest is just luck.”

He laughs. Not like you had seen out of the corner of your eye when he had been talking to all those people, but a loose, genuine chuckle. “I’d hardly call it luck‒ you got the measurements down pretty close. Impressive, if you ask me. May I ask‒ are you a baker?” 

“I…” You find yourself smiling through the cigarette pushed to your lips, careful not to show your teeth. “I used to be. I used to spend a lot of time there, they must have rubbed off me.”

How long has it been since you’ve thought about them? You could remember the distinct nutty smell from the pounds of brown butter your sister was in charge of making‒ the click click click of your mother’s footsteps as she worked from the counter to the rack of trays, preparing the bread dough for proofing. Your father in the background, fiddling with the radio, beaming when he heard a recording of your cello performance on the morning radio. Warmth, sunlight. The beat of your heart, and the heat of your blood. 

“You’ll have to give me the recipe then. I’ve been looking for a good brownie recipe.” 

A moment to contemplate if you should end this conversation here. Something switches inside of you, perhaps a remnant of that warmth you remembered. 

“You have something to write with?” 

His face flowers gently into a brightened expression before he pulls out a small notebook from his breast pocket. 

“...Thank you.”

You hum apathetically to work through the dreadful loom of warmth you feel when you hand the paper back to him with the recipes you’ve committed to memory from your laborious days at your family’s seaside bakery. The smoke still hanging in the air shifts sharply when you stand, and you flick the cindering cigarette to the pavement to stomp it out. You can tell there is more he wants to say that sits bubbly on his tongue, but you turn towards the door leading back to the Heartslabyul dorm before the words can take form through his smile. 

There’s a moment that you stand by the door where you reflect on what you saw of him while he was inside, mingling with other humans. 

“You should loosen your shoulders more when you smile, like that." Under his hat, you see his eyebrows raise up in slight surprise. Surprise isn't enough, you decide, and add, "If you want to convince people." 

You hope those words leave him a bit cold, a bit cruel that he doesn’t come seeking after you anytime soon, feeling the scramble of thoughts threatening to pool into your ears through the plugs. It’s all noise to you. You step inside once more‒ feeling a little less sick, a little less raw to be able to orchestrate again. 

Trey finds your handwriting as pretty as you were in the noise of the room, inspecting all the curls and loops of each word. It takes him a moment before he notices what you left behind. 

“They forgot their prize…” 

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The next time you meet him is during band practice. Or, more precisely, hear him would be a better descriptor. 

"Have you seen (Name)?"

The thick walls of the storage room muffles his voice, but you still hear it loud and clear as you lean against the door, cello in hand. 

"I just saw them a minute ago. I think they went to run a few errands or something since the school festival is soon." Carter replies. 

"Ah it seems like I'm on a wild goose chase. I'm starting to wonder if such a person even exists…" 

“They’re everywhere and nowhere all the time.” Carter chuckles. "I didn't even know you two were like that."

"Hm. I guess. We only really talked once." He hums. 

"But I'd like to get to know them better ."

The sharp inhale you suck in makes an audible sound when you hear those words brush the back of your neck. You press the palm of your hands flat against your ears in panic to prevent any sound‒ voices, noise, the world‒ all of it, from entering your mind. 

Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet‒ 

You time his steps, the pleasantries he's likely throwing at the rest of the members, the time it takes for him to get far from your radius of power. Slowly, you release your hands from your head, and take a few moments to gather yourself before exiting the room. 

Carter is the first to notice you. "Eh? (Name)? Since when were you there?" 

"Since 10 minutes ago, dear. I told you we were going to take a break from group practice today and do individual practice today didn't I? We've been rehearsing so much for the festival I figured we could take a break for today."

"Really?? How did I miss this? I totally just sent Trey to the wrong place." 

Lilia continues to tune his bass. "You were on your phone when (Name) briefed us on the schedule 3 weeks ago, Carter." 

"I wanted to do a group rehearsal today! I feel like I finally got the hang of the last couple measures this time!" Kalim interjects. 

"Don't pout, my dear president." The hand you place on his head is as gentle as ever. "You can practice without a vocalist for today, can't you? I have a lot to catch up on the Monstero Lounge gig I have coming up." 

You bid your fellow members goodbye, dragging the instrument all the way to one of the empty classrooms. 

Finally, a moment of peace. 

You shuffle through your folder, fishing out the piece you had picked to play for a talent night that Azul had insisted you come and play at, excitedly chattering about how it was going to be brilliant for business. 

Chopin's Cello Sonata in G Minor, Largo . 

The cello sonata was one of the composer's last pieces. It was spectacular to you. A final, dazzling eruption before dwindling to the mere echoes of what had once been there‒ a fantastical piece with a pressure combed through every measure that would well an incomprehensible rawness that began at your chest, and would weave through the fibers of your throat that clenched in its emptiness. 

But perhaps it was not so incomprehensible‒ humans in your life had been much the same. The ones you held dearly would rupture from this world, leaving you empty, aching with the sharpened, receding fragments. 

When you slip off your gloves to press your bare fingers against the strings, you try not to let this thought consume you. 

"But I'd like to get to know them better."

Bitterly, it seeps. 

You know it's wrong‒ the piece is supposed to be for a simple, ten minute performance‒ a monotonous activity of human affairs that you would be pleased to check hastily off the list with a presentable smile and lightness. However, the decades you have lived until this day weigh upon you at once, spinning your hands in such a way that threads your grief heavily into the mellow air. The murky rust of the setting sun swells with the florid volume of your own misery, and the silence of the world that ripostes it. 

The song falls softly, a slow stroke that gradually quiets until there is nothing. A diminuendo‒ to shatter, to finish. There's a small comfort, that unlike living things, the scores that stood on the iron music stand could be revived time after time, on trembling strings and resin scented maple. But, not much. 

The flesh at the back of your eyelids are sparked with purple and blue stars as you squeeze your eyes shut, head leaning against the body of the cello to steady your breaths. It may have been the dizziness steadily climbing from the ache of your empty stomach to your head, but you felt like you were swaying in that concoction of color and bursting light. 

"Don’t you want to be loved by god?”

You're afraid that if you open your eyes, the world may still be there. The noise, it will still exist, and reel you in‒ tangling you among its grotesque allure until the moment you reach towards it. Then, it will furl inwards, somewhere far from where you could detect it. The air feels sharp in your lungs‒ you feel like if you take too much in, you’d burst. The bow splinters in your hand, drawing blood. 

"Pretty ."

A voice strikes through your bleakness, a gentle, but clear sound. 

Trey stands at the center of your view. His face holds a glossy look for a moment, before he shakes his head and apologizes. 

"Sorry‒ I just‒ I just heard you in the hallway, I thought you sounded really…" He laughs, shifting his gaze to the side. " Pretty ." 

You look down at your instrument, and notice your bare hands, you remember you don't have your sunglasses on either. The cello echoes when you lean it against the desk, turn away from him to slip on your gloves and glasses. 

You clear your throat, feeling each word stumble in staccato breaths.  "Ah. Well. Um. Thank you. It's all, rather, very wrong though."

"Wrong? But it was incredible." 

"Pretty."

"Pretty."

"Pretty."

The thoughts that enter his mind that churn into yours are ignored best you can before you swivel, veiling yourself in your disguise once more. "Perhaps wrong is not the best term. It's not tasteful for the audience, I suppose. There was no control."

"Control?" He parrots. 

"Yes, you know." You wave your hand in flutter movements. "If someone like me performed like I just did‒ ha! I’d become the laughing stock of the entire school. " You clasp your hands together. "Now, darling. I must get going. Did you want to marvel at my music some more, or is there anything else you needed?"

You work quickly to gather your things, expecting Trey to leave after you've dismissed him. But when you drag your cello case around to leave, you see him still standing in the doorway, leaping towards your hand that rests on the cello case. 

"Can I help you? It seems heavy."

"I'm alright. I've dragged this thing around this school, I am perfectly capable‒" When you go to lift the full weight of the instrument however, a dizziness digs into your temples, nausea quickly following suit. 

"Oh‒ are you alright? Are you not feeling well? Let me at least help you with your instrument back to your dorm."

You stare at him, feeling your power rise within you, waiting for his thoughts to flood through your system‒ a confirmation to your suspicions you filter every person through, to pick them apart. 

“You’re hurt.” He goes to examine your hand, you pull back. 

"They don't look so well. Maybe they need something to eat? I should whip them up something after I help them carry this back to their dorm. Hm. Yeah. That sounds good. Something hearty."

Those words are inspected with great skepticism in your mind before the dizziness takes over, muddling your brain to a jumbled mess. Whatever, you think. He seems harmless enough. 

“Fine” As soon as that curt response slips from your lips, you cringe internally. You clear your throat, attempting to redeem yourself. “I’ll take up your offer if that's alright with you. Pretty boy .”

He seems to hold the air in his throat when you give him that name, before he releases it in a puff of laughter. "Pft. Alright, yeah. Let's get you back to your room before you spout any more nonsense."

"Me?"

You're a bit taken back from his internal response. But you trail behind him, the weight of the nausea lifting slightly off your steps. 

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"What kind of cocoa powder did you use?"

"I think…just the regular brand stuff."

"Use Dutch processed next time. If you activate it correctly, the alkalizing process gives the batter a richer color and flavor."

He had somehow used his devilish charm to string you into this, you tell yourself, sipping on the tea you brewed for the both of you. But it would be rude to kick him out of your quarters without a proper thanks. You're no longer human, but you'd at least act civilized. 

The tea has run a bit cold from the two whole hours he's managed to rope you into a conversation on baking techniques‒ slipping out the same notepad and pen he pulled out that night you met, and a box of various pastries and baked goods that he seemingly prepared out of nowhere. Truthfully, you weren't supposed to eat human food without proper sustenance from blood‒ however the look he gave you had absolutely pleaded that you do. So, how could you refuse? 

You clear your throat to break through your endless flood of doubts and excuses. "I heard you were looking for me during band practice. Now that you've wormed your way into my life by bribing me with sweets‒ what did you want from me?"

"Oh!" He pulls another, smaller box from the bag you saw him rummaging through for the sweets laid out before the two of you. "Ah‒ I forgot about this. It might be a bit melted since there's ermine cream on the top."

The simple white box is opened, revealing a similar cupcake that you (purposefully) forgot the night you met him. 

"It's not the same thing‒ it might be better actually‒ I used buttercream last time but it's pretty heavy so I substituted with ermine cream this time." He remains composed but you can tell something is bubbling below it. "Tell me what you think." 

" I'm so excited to see what they think…I worked hard on this recipe since it seems it wasn't up to their tastes last time."

You make a face when you hear his thoughts, wondering how absolutely normal someone can be. “You mean to say you came all the way here to deliver me…this cup cake?” 

"Yes I mean‒ I don't mean to pressure you into eating it, obviously." His eyebrows bunch upwards in his usual sorry expression. "I just. Wanted to hear your thoughts. Since I haven't met someone this knowledgeable on baking techniques at this school."

People usually had ulterior motives when approaching others with gifts, kindness, words slathered in polite niceties and compliments. You eye him suspiciously as he calmly sips his tea, scribbling away in his little notepad.

Drawing a little closer to him, you lean against the table, feeling the heat of your crimson eyes when you concentrate your magic to wade through the noise‒ pulling the thread of his thoughts from it all. It requires a bit of power through your ear plugs and rising nausea, but you manage to unravel it. 

" I'd really like to get to know them better. Friends, maybe . Cater says I should get out there more, this is what he meant, right? "

It was impossible to ignore the truth of the matter‒ that the person sitting in front of you is so absolutely unbearably bare, plain. You'd thought you'd seen clarity before, in how salient the cruelty of people was, but you had been wrong. No doubt this was true clarity‒ the candor of normal, mundane life that you normally blocked out with the rest of the noise of the world. The tonic of human lives rarely interested you, but it seemed like all this person was, and it seeped deeply into his treatment of you. Normal, bare, plain. 

Human . 

It was so baffling you could not suppress the smile that spread on your lips. 

Ah, maybe just for today, you think. Just this one conversation. Just one moment, and I'll forget the taste of human life again. 

"Hm, alright. Just this once, pretty boy ."

The sugary cream melts instantly in your tongue, and the airy sponge is sweet when you swallow your determination to forget this honey sweetness he brings. A hint of vanilla, cinnamon, sugar, spice, and everything nice. You let it settle deep in the dark of your belly, feeling the warmth still lacing through your blood from the tea you've sipped with him slowly cool under your flesh. You devour it all, with his words and smile, hiding it deep inside so you can’t remember its sweetness. 

But the honey you've added at his request still runs golden sweet on your tongue. You roll it through your mouth, trying to extinguish the taste, but it spreads further, coating your throat as you swallow it. Unlike the contents of the cupcake, it runs raw against your flesh, and you must wait until it seeps deeply into the fibers of your throat before it dissolves. 

The hours pass as you talk with him, but the sweetness does not fade. 

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"You alright?" 

The silvery tone of your voice breaks through Trey's thoughts. He had been lagging behind the Heartstlabyul group to take a break from all of the frenzy of today. The responsibility, the pressure. You'd been with them a moment ago, mingling as you always did, but now you've slowed your footsteps to match the slight drag of his own‒ something he's sure you've noticed. Heat tingles at his cheeks‒ he doesn't know whether it's from the way you've broken his image so swiftly with your keen eyes, or if it's from, simply, your thoughtfulness. For him, of all people. For him. 

"Yeah, fine. Just tired. Today has been such a long day with these underclassmen." 

His laughter rings clearly, even though the obstruction of your ear. With each note emanated from his lips, you feel it slipping through the cracks of the foundation of your feeble resolve, crumbling so endearingly that you smile sincerely when he speaks. It had been disgust, revolt at first, feeling the distance between your world and his inching closer and closer‒ but before you could notice the absence of nausea stinging through your chest and stomach, you felt the feather-lightness of your own smile chiming with his own, completely eclipsing the discomfort you had felt previously in the proximity to other lives. To him. 

"You need to relax more. Stop fussing over these no good children." You massage his shoulders in a playful manner. 

He feigns pain then quirks that smile on his face‒ you know the one, the one where he bunches his eyebrows and laughs with the back of his throat. In that moment, you're as confident as ever, charging him with laughter‒ letting your inhibitions lose. Control didn’t matter, for a moment. The world doesn’t seem so sharp at that moment, like you were going to tip over the edge. 

When the pads of his fingers brush against your fingers, all that sense you had withers so easily in your chest. Through his shoulders, you can feel the vibration of the hum he emits in agreement, a musical accompaniment to the warmth that radiates from his hands. 

"Maybe. They're good kids. You're right‒ maybe I do need to relax." You retract your hands from him, allowing him to toss his head over his shoulder. "Any tips?"

The seconds you weigh out whether to lie or not seem to shorten with every moment you spend with him. "I guess…music. I like to sing some of the warm-up pieces I used to know.” 

"Warm up for what?"

"Ah for the…church choir." 

Liar . 

He makes a face, an airy laugh escapes your nose. "What?" You ask. 

"...you just don’t look like a religious person.”

You look down at your feet, a slight smile as a comfort to him. “I haven’t been in a while. I don’t think I’ve had faith in anything in a long time.” A quiet lull in your words. 

Your stomach turns. It's always a look of pity, or some casted look that drags you as some pathetic creature, cold and inhuman. The words die in your throat, you quiet your breaths, feeling then stick to the prickly flesh of your lungs and throat. 

“I get it.” 

But the look Trey gives you as he digests your words is a sadness as sincere and clear as water. It was not such a clawing, dried look that transformed you into something you didn't want to be. Instead, he swallows your words whole, as they were, his gaze reaching far beyond the pain. His sound‒ clear as a summer's day, dotted prettily with the honey lemon droplets of his gaze‒ finds you. 

“I got you.” 

A tranquil, silvery symphony‒ each sweetened thread weaving itself magnificent, deep within your nerves. It takes everything to pull yourself from it.

"Now, I have the perfect blend of tea for you then, darling. It goes wonderfully with those lemon shortbread cookies you made yesterday‒ absolutely divine."

Quick to shake the feeling off, you mask the dread of warmth with your usual stupid passion and fire that carves an expression of slight surprise into Trey's face, just for a moment. But it surprised you, instead, to see that it dissolved completely, and replaced with an elated burst of laughter. It takes him a moment to gather himself, and many more for you to do the same with the words he says. 

"You're actually a really good person, (Name)." 

The feeling returns, swiftly. 

You don’t want to breach into the borders of his mind, but you found yourself reaching for the silvery thread of his sound from the noise, picking apart the gray mess of things to find that glimmering thing. Your mind had learned the scent, the exact hue and melody of his inner voice to be able to pluck it so naturally from everything else, and you were growing fearful that you had committed yet another thing to memory that would eventually be lost to time. But the words that you hear from him‒ you think it will consume you for the rest of your eternity. 

"God. You're wonderful."

It nearly chokes you to hear such clarity in that declaration. Foolish . You think. Only a fool would say such a thing. You fix the shades slipping down your face, turning your energy to block out any sound and voice.

"You flatter me, my dearest." 

Lucid, pure. His voice. His laughter. It wasn't just noise to you anymore. You think of what chord his voice would be, how it would sing against your fingers on your cello. Or perhaps a heavenly instrument would be more befitting. 

"But you've got me all wrong."

You smile. Perhaps you were the fool. 

A few weeks later, he admits: "Truthfully, I tried to avoid you best I could before we officially met. Because of your blase attitude and the rumors about you‒ I thought I wouldn't mesh well with people like you."

"Is that so?" A wolfish smile curves onto your lips, eyes turning crescent. You fiddle with the flier for the monstero lounge show coming up, debating whether or not you should have really accepted Azul’s request. "It seems most people think I'm that way." 

"Yeah. But I'd like to think you opened up to me a bit, and I discovered something about you that made me want to talk to you. You're real strange, you know that?"

"Oh, I'm the weirdo? I'm not the one whose hobby is brushing their teeth."

"Dental health is important." He states matter-of-factly, before his hardened look is broken with a breathy laughter. "But really. I would have liked to be friends earlier in my life if I had just known you were the way you actually are."

You remember his words, turning your eyes downwards. "I'd really like to get to know them better."

Hesitation curdles in your mind, but the words come instantaneous, eager to his statement. "Which is?" Perhaps too eager, you shrink. 

He hums, thinks for a minute. "Just‒ kind ." He says. "I never noticed before, but you're always making sure people are included, checking on people. It's like a sixth sense‒ you can easily pick up what people are thinking, but also feeling. Like a guardian angel or sorts."

You stare at him with a blank look, a breath in your lungs that doesn't make it past your parted lips. Then, gaze downwards, again. 

"I wish more people would know how much good you have."

It takes great effort not letting his words sink deeply into your heart, constricting it. Sometimes, when you replay the scene in your head at night‒ an inevitable occurrence when he's on your mind‒ you try your hardest not to let it well something inside you so floridly that it bleeds heavily in your chest, and sprouts the salt in your eyes. But, it does. Idiot , you think, if only you knew what I really was.

You make a noise, unclear yourself as to your response to his statement, crushing the flier in your hand. Attempting to redeem yourself, you casually begin rolling the balled up paper in your hands, giving Trey an exasperated expression. 

“What’s that?” He points to the paper. 

“Oh‒ nothing. An Azul thing. Or a Monstero Lounge thing. Whatever, I’m probably going to bail on it anyways.”

“An Azul thing?” The hint of disappointment in his tone confuses you. “Oh! the Monstero Lounge show that’s coming up? I’ve been looking forward to it‒ you’re bailing? Don’t let Carter hear you say that‒ he’s been talking about wanting to be in it for weeks.”

A smile quirks on your face. “Has he now?” 

Trey nods. “Why are you bailing? I thought you had a real passion for playing?”

“Performance is another matter. You know, the difference between baking for yourself, and baking for other people.” Trey nods in understanding. “Besides, what makes you say that?” You make a face which fails to fully contain the disgust towards yourself. Passion. It curdles on your tongue. 

“How do I put it…You…” He pauses, thinking. In a moment, his words flood forth. “Your expression seems heavier when you’re playing. But, maybe a good kind of heavy. You always seem light and bubbly, but now that I think about it, you never talk about yourself.” 

“I don’t.” You confirm, a sweet smile. 

“You don’t.” An averted gaze. “I never asked.”

“How unusual of you‒ mother of Heartslabyul.” 

“So,” His gaze pulls you in. “What’s your favorite color?” 

You take a moment to reply, a bit surprised that he would actually follow through with his words. You’re reminded of the reason why you were so taken with him in the beginning‒ despite his sheepish deflection of compliments, despite the playful smirk that curved on his face‒ his words always matched his actions, his gaze, his expression. 

“Yellow. A lemony, summery yellow. Reminds me of the flowers my sister used to grow.”

“You just have one sister?”

“One and only. My older sister.”

“I’m envious. I’ve always wondered what it was like being the younger sibling.” 

You chuckle, searching the vast landscape of memories stored inside you. “You know‒ teasing, fighting, hand-me-down clothes, the like. But I love her, especially when she makes her brioche bread.” 

“You’re close with her?”

Time, space‒ the difference between you and the world, him. It comes in waves as always, flooding you, and your hands which search for distant memories. You’re not sure if it was his ignorance towards your nature, or plainly his presence that seemed to pull your discorporated humanity closer to you once more. 

“Very. She’s my rock. She was the first to encourage me to pursue music.” 

“Do you play other instruments?”

“Of course. Cello, piano, guitar, accordion, harp, violin, flute…” You trail on. 

The conversation goes on, until the two of you notice you’ve been walking around the campus, completely separated from the others. You laugh about it. 

When you separate, you watch him walk across the hills, his form roaring against the sunset. There’s a twinge in your stomach, which you swallow with great effort. The distance between you and him seemed like it didn’t matter for the vivid moments you spent conversing with him‒ but now with his back towards you, as he headed towards the light‒ the feeling wades back. You search through the flood as you always do, but you cloud your own vision when you look back to the things you said, the faces you made, the memories you shared. Blackened, like yourself. The sun hisses against your skin. At times like this, you’re reminded of your stunted development‒ you had forgotten what the sun does to creatures of the night. 

It scorches your retinas as you look at the heart of the sun, but you let it‒ reminded of the sweetness of his honey lemon eyes. 

Bitterly, it seeps.

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Every time Trey stands by your door, for some reason, his nerves rise to the surface, tingling at his feet and the hand that raps at wood. He doesn't understand why his body gets this fussy every time‒ he's seen you a dozen times before. That crooked, fanged smile; the delightful way your hands move in conversation, the charming little way you hum when pouring him tea (2 sugars, a touch of cinnamon, just the way he likes it)‒  these are all things he's almost gotten used to that he doesn't feel near faint when you grace him with such pleasures. 

" Pretty boy ."

He remembers the nickname you call him, along the standard " darling "s and " my dear "s you seem to call everyone else. Just for him, you've fashioned something that can instantly unravel him, much like now, as he waits in front of your door with fresh pastries. He feels special when you call him that‒ but it feels good, unlike the times he tries to undermine himself under a barrage of flattening statements that stomp out every potential for expectations . Like he could make a difference, a change in anyone or anything. He’s just a normal guy. Nothing more. Riddle was a vivid reminder of that.

Except when he’s with you‒ it feels extraordinary. 

The millions of things that seem to arise out of conversation‒ the sheer possibility of what wonderful things he can share with you beats like thunder in his chest, reaching the tips of his ears where they flush. That fullness he felt before returns‒ the only way to alleviate it it seems is to converse and spend time with you. He hopes the redness at least dies down when he's around you, all his senses seem to fly out the window when you're by his side. 

We're just studying together. That's all. He tells himself. 

He secretly holds his breath when you open the door with the creak‒ but he releases it when his lips part in surprise at your state.

"O-oh. Hello, Trey." Rather than your usual, slurry, elegant demeanor, your voice scrapes against your throat‒ the sound coming small and frail, something Trey had never associated with you before. Elegant, honey-like, and sure of yourself‒ it was never like this. Diminuendo , he remembers from you, and his favorite piece that you play. Like you'd depart from him, where he could not follow.

You fix your glasses, feeling them slipping on your nose, before you run your hand through your knotted hair. The cigarette wedged between your fingers weaves smoke between the two of you, mixing with the smell of alcohol on your breath. "I'm afraid something came up, darling. I have to cancel today, I'm sorry I didn't ring you in advance." You go to close the very small gap you've allowed yourself to open‒ Trey stops you before you can. The bold move surprises even himself. 

"...You're sick? In that case I could‒"

" D-don't touch me." A crackle in your voice, fear striking your expression. "A-apologies. No. It's fine. You musnt do anything for me." 

"But I want to?" 

The prickly air that had been kindling on the inside of your lungs flares all at once at that moment, puncturing something inside.

"You don't know what you want." You spit.

" Oh‒ what?" 

"I said you don't know what you want. But allow me to make it easier for you. You don't want this. So go away‒ get out of my sight ."

Hellfire. It stains you. 

"I‒" He swallows the lump in his throat. "I-I don't understand?" 

"I said . Get away from me, Trey ." His name comes cold on your tongue. He feels it coil around his spine. 

What are you saying? 

"But‒"

You launch the door open, almost breaking it off the hinges. The crimson of your eyes glow in your power as you bare your fangs, clawing the wood of the door with your sheer grip. A lurching feeling wells inside you, as you grow in size, in power, in sharpness. All the qualities that separate you, from him. 

"I SAID GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME."

You don't recognize your voice. Trey's feet crumble from underneath him as you tower over his form. With the fear that seeps into his eyes, you decide it's enough, and shut the door with a slam. 

You swallow the breaths that come faster than you can handle, looking down at the chips of wood that embed into your nails and fingers, beginning to bleed. You lean on your table, raising one hand to grasp at the root of your hair, catching a glimpse of the crimson glow that emanates off your eyes. The hair that falls in front of your face cages you in that bloody vision‒ red, and violent. 

This is what you are, it's what you've always been and always will be. A monster . Fanged, clawed, hideous‒ thick, violent strokes of inky black on one of those books the priest used to carry around with him. Swirling into a void so corroded of color‒ the truest black‒ immortalizing your revolting form, permanently baring your fangs, carrying hellfire in your eyes and throat that you’d swing senseless with an animal violence. Fixed in that abstracted abyss, forever‒ eternal as you are. How pitiful that you choke on your own sorrow. 

You fall into a rage, your body dragging itself by the spine‒ swinging your hands and legs throughout the room. A sound tears from your throat, far from a human cry. Music scores from missed practices fly, used plates and cups tumble to the ground, chipping. Your ashtray falls heavy on the grand piano that sits at the center of your room, slamming down the heavy lid, reverberating the strings, hammering into the air a chaotic symphony of ash and disorder. 

For a moment you think to pick everything up, tidy yourself up and make amends with Trey‒ but you know the drill by now. In a week, you'd come to terms with yourself again‒ all the things you make and destroy‒ and sever yourself from this place, and its people. In just seven days you'd swallow the bitterness of your own self as you always had, clean your mess, throw the pieces you'd broken away. It ends all the same. 

Before you know it, you have a half empty bottle in hand, the days old wine weighing heavily in your palm. You twist your body furiously in attempt to rupture the surfaces of rage you have rising like fire inside of you, to at least reach to the gnawing feeling inside your chest. But it grows even restless, even hungrier‒ eating away at the breath in your lungs and the beat of your heart when you come face to face with your reflection. Nothing. 

What sort of monster doesn't have a face? 

You couldn't have even be given that, to be remembered and touched‒ even if it was fear and abhorrence‒ to exist as a creature who is seen, and heard on their own. You were merely an image created by others. 

Control‒ you never had any of it, ever since your mouth was held open by its hinges and forced to down that creature's blood. It was laughable to even call yourself a musician, a conductor, a person. There was not a moment in your life where you had genuinely orchestrated the fullness of musicality, or anything. When you plucked on the strings of your cello‒ it was always just that. Noise. There was nothing inside of you that could transfigure that dead noise from the strings into something meaningful, something that could exist in the realm of adoration. Loved . 

Don't you want to be loved?

How could you be? You're just‒ this . 

Crumbling to the ground, you sob, remembering the fear laid plain on Trey's face. 

Surely‒ he’s gone. If you had ever held him in that way, at least. Arm’s length, prickled air‒ you had been weaving this inevitable goodbye yourself. Regret curdles heavily in your stomach as you bring your knees to your face on the floor.

I was doing so good. I was good again‒ I am good. You clench your jaw, imagining those portraits of violence from the Supreme Leader’s book. A realization‒ fuck . Nausea rises to your throat. 

You want to sleep. Or drink. Or smoke. Something to sedate you out of this emptiness clawing itself all over your insides. 

A knock startles you out of your daze. You assume the door is broken by the sound of the rusty hinges creaking open, the light of the hallway pouring behind you. A silhouette‒ but you don’t want to be found, or seen. You stay quiet, hoping he just leaves. Forever, maybe. 

“(Name)?” 

His footsteps creak against the floorboards, inching closer and closer. You wish you had the energy to tell him to leave again. Instead, you bury your face in your hands. 

You hear him shuffle a bit, close to you on the floor. 

His breath tickles the hairs on your arm, his voice reaching far into your head, the vibration from his throat rippling to your empty chest. “I’m not leaving.” 

With some kind of divine courage, you speak. “Why won’t you?” 

He shuffles closer, lacing his fingers through your tangled hair. “Because it seems I like you too much.” 

“You’re a fool.”

You were the fool. 

“Birds of a feather flock together.” He says, matter of factly. “Because you’re an idiot if you think I’m just going to leave you here. You…” 

You feel him swallow, pausing his hands to hold your head at the crook of your neck. “You’re special to me.” 

“I’ve got you.” 

It feels like you're being enveloped completely by him‒ his smell, his sound. It smells faintly of candied violet, vanilla, and your honey lemon blend of tea. Trey thinks it complements well with your smell. Old books, and well-read letters tucked preciously into cookie tins. Faintly, iron. 

In a shaky voice, you apologize. Over and over. "I-im so sorry.There's something wrong with me." He rubs your shoulder, measuring his movements carefully so as not to overwhelm you. "I'm sorry I'm this way. I-I didn't mean to yell. I didn't mean to send you away. I want you here. I-I'm sorry. I lied. I’m a liar.” 

“Don’t apologize. It’s okay. We all have our things‒ we’re human, right?” 

You cry harder. "No, you don't understand."

"Are you fae?" He asks, looking at your pointed ears and teeth he'd seen in the students in Diasmonia. "There's nothing wrong with that. You're still‒"

Wonderful . 

He chooses his words with care in your state. “- my friend.” 

You swallow the bitter taste in your mouth. "N-no. I'm nothing of the sort. I-I…" Everything is so unbearable‒ you're unbearable . Your fangs pierce into your lips when you bite down, suppressing the wailing pressure that threatens to leak from deep inside your throat. It burns all the way down when you swallow it, only leaving you with a portion of your dwindling volume. 

" I'm a monster ." You spit, looking directly into Trey's eyes‒ like you did moments before‒ hellfire stirring within them. The palms of your hands face him, framed with the sharpened claws of your hands that spot with blood from the splitters still embedded within them. Slowly, you furl them onto yourself, drawing red upon your palms when they ball into fists. "A vampire‒ like the ones you know from books and stories. That's me ."

That is all I am. 

Your vision blurs, and you tuck your limbs into yourself as if you brace for impact. 

Instead, softness‒ honey lemon eyes, sweetness, golden. 

"You're hurt."

You make a sound through your sobs when he takes your hands. Impossibly soft, feathery under your own, he picks the sharpness out of them. The blood is wiped away with his handkerchief, staining the light clover green fabric with blots of red. Now it's dirty , you think. I’ve poisoned it.

"You're not a monster." He says, unfurling your hand further, prying apart your sharpened fingers from your palm. They twitch at his words.

"I tried to hurt you‒ send you away.” You feel like your throat is going to collapse. 

He’s quiet for a moment, you can see him roll his saliva through his mouth, and the doubt and anxiety which passes across the movements of his downwards eyes. A barbed look‒ you feel it prickle familiarly against yourself‒ so you ever so slightly inch your pinky towards his hand that rests near your own, making a small gesture with your pinky to intertwine it with his‒ I’ve got you .

A heavy breath pushes past his lips. “People do that all the time. I get it‒ I mean‒ I know how it feels to be anticipating the color and tone of people’s faces. I grew up doing the same. From a certain point‒ you can kind of sense when people begin to tear themselves away from you‒ like you thought they would do eventually‒ it’s kind of a relief, isn’t it? To confirm that the distance you were placing between people at least did something .” 

You nod, giving him a small quirk on the lips to agree. He continues. “I’m really just a normal guy‒ you know? I don’t really have the power to change things, or have an effect on people. Like you do.” 

“Me?” 

He hums, rounding his expression with a small curve on his lips. “You light up the room. You charge everyone with a certain energy. A je ne sais quoi .” He jokes‒ you laugh. “It’s probably a lot of pressure, a lot of fear. But you face it. I like that about you.” 

“ I’m not like you .” You hear from him. You want to remind him‒ you're a fool. 

“You-” You gulp. “You do that for me too. You light up my day. But‒ I don’t know. I feel bad feeling these things. It’s like I can’t wait, you know?” 

Trey scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. “Can’t wait for what?”

“I can’t wait. For the moment you‒ or people‒ leave, like you said. I’m always anticipating it. I digest people inside of me‒ pick them apart. I’m really not a good person. Sometimes there’s just something inside of me that switches when I’m faced with anything pointing to people confirming my suspicions‒ like I’m always tipping off the edge. I don’t know‒ people are…” A baited breath. “Bad. And I’m something a lot worse.” 

Trey takes your hand again, drawing circles with his thumb. 

“I don’t know who I am. I have no reflection, no substance, no form‒ nothing . All I know is that I’ve been emptied to carry this filth that terrorizes me‒ and whenever I lash out at it, I end up hurting other people.” The afternoon light that weaves in between the curtains illuminates a streak of dust and smoke in the room. “My story ends all the same. Like any good fabled monster.” 

“What if this time it ends differently?” 

A weary smile wobbles onto your lips. “That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” You stand, dust yourself off, and offer a hand to him. He accepts. 

“It will.” His assertiveness almost surprises himself, but he reminds himself why‒ it’s you . 

“Why‒ aren’t you certain?” Bitterness seeps your tongue.

“You’re the reason for it. You’re all that.” 

There’s a feeling that wells inside you that replaces the tension that slips from your shoulders‒ something a tinge sour, sweet, and warm. You don’t search for the underlying tones and clandestine beats of his words. Clear as day‒ you accept this feeling. Hesitantly, you lean against him, soaking with the feeling that seems to also radiate from him. 

“You’ll stay today?” 

Trey feels you relax against him.

“For as long as you'll have me.”

He doesn’t let you go.

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"I've never seen snow before I came here." You watch the soft speckles of white float gently down from the skies. "I'll never get tired of this scene."

Trey slows his pace a bit, so you can linger on the white landscape. "Really? Not even in the Queendom of Roses?" 

You nod. "The island I lived on before I was exiled was exceptionally warm. I wasn’t allowed‒ ” 

Quickly, you shift your words. Control.

“-I wasn’t much of an outside kid, on account of the whole sun thing before potions could handle it. And after I had left I hopped from one island to another‒ most of them were too warm to have snowy weather. And when I visited the main island it was always during the warmer seasons.”

You remember the supreme suggesting warm climates‒ quiet, sunny peaks in the outlands, away from people. Those suggestions grew on you with time. You liked warmer climates anyways, . The room you had at the temple had always been cold and damp, the only light that would peek through snuck in through the stone that had eroded over years of negligence. You shiver. 

"I don't like the cold, too much. But the snow is beautiful." 

You suddenly feel wool, warmth on your neck. Trey fixes his scarf on you, you almost jump away, but after the initial moment of surprise, you relax into his scent that has melted into the wool. Lavender . He always smells like sweet floral, you note. It reminds you of the patches of grass and wildflower that would sprout sparingly in the parts of your room where the sun would kiss‒ the dew that would form on them like opals would be sweet like the fragments of light that wove in soft petals on the hard stone flooring. When you touched that light refracting in honeyed rays in those small drops of water the morning chill brought, you could remember a fraction of your humanity. Summer like a warm blanket and the crickets that chirped outside while you and your sister sat beside the window sill, giggling at the lantern light. The verdant coolness that swept the bakery while you helped your papa prepare the bread rolls for proofing. Silly, small things. It could make you cry, even now, as Trey diligently wraps the scarf around your neck. 

“...You were exiled?” He chooses his tone, his words very carefully, softness like velvet honey. 

You smile, a shape meant to comfort him. “I was. My hometown was very poor. People needed something to believe in, and they already had their hero.” Supreme leader, in his gilded cloak. "You're going to catch a cold‒ and this scarf‒ it's from your siblings, is it not? I feel bad, you shouldn't give stuff so easily to people." Despite your words, dive your nose deeper into the yarn, threading your claws carefully within the chunky pattern. 

"I’m warm enough‒ besides, you wear things like this well.” He finishes fussing with the scarf. The warmth that had welled into the wool from his skin melts into you like cotton candy‒ sweet and soft. “And you’re cold, aren’t you? If I catch a cold I’ll just have you take care of me.”

You press your cold fingers onto his bare neck to hide the rosy heat coloring your cheeks. With a shiver and a smile, he yells "Hey!" while laughing. 

"Well I guess I have no choice then.” 

A moment of silence after your laughter dies down‒ Trey hardens his expression. “You’re still shivering. The blood supplements haven’t helped?” 

A sigh pushes through your nose. “Yeah. I guess. I don’t feel too keen on asking hospitals for donations either. I’ll be fine, pretty boy.” A curt smile curves onto your lips to reassure him. 

Trey makes a face. “What if you get sick again?”

The smile you wear tightens. “I’ll be fine .” 

“It’s worrying.” 

“I don’t need it.” 

The silence of the snowfall roars against your ears when he says‒ “What if you fed off of me?” 

The dense crunch of your footsteps packing the snow stops as your chest rises and falls with a thickened rhythm.  

“Don’t joke about such things.” 

“I wasn’t.”

"Then don’t say stuff like that. I said I don’t need it." 

"But you do! Look at you! You're emaciated‒ a few days ago you were barely standing!"

"That's‒"

"It’s not healthy, you know. You need blood to survive."

“It’s scary to see you like that.” 

You’re genuinely taken back from his internal voice, a slight treble which rings against your ears. “I don’t understand. Why would you be scared?” 

His answer is instantaneous, exasperated. “Because you’re my friend.” 

You bite the words climbing your throat. As much as it pained you to see Trey like this, you could not swallow that thought threatening to simmer through your lips, a burning notion that had engraved itself into every piece of yourself. 

I don't need you I don't need you I don't need you I don't need you I don't need I don't need‒ 

"Why won't you accept this offer? Accept me?" It chokes you to hear him like this‒ but the familiar nausea that seizes your throat overpowers it. 

Because I could never make up for it. Make up for it being me that you choose. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“You won’t.”

“ Fuck‒ yes I will!” You hiss. Quieter, you muster. “I don’t want to hurt you. But I will. I’m made that way.” 

His silence drives a hot coal down your throat‒ prompting you to push down that blackness that gnaws at you. 

“Sorry‒ I‒” A release in the tension of your shoulders. “I apologize. I was just…overwhelmed. It’s a serious proposition‒ you really shouldn’t take it so lightly. I haven’t interacted so much with my own kind but from what I heard, it would be almost a lifelong commitment. At least for you that is. When you die, I will..." You attempt to swallow the tightness in your throat- a hunger. "I will not forgive myself." 

“I’m sorry‒ I didn’t mean to overwhelm you. We should talk about it more‒ alright?” He rubs circles with his thumb across your skin, and you feel the ridges of his fingers drawing shapes. “But if it’s regret you worry about‒ know that I would never regret spending my life with you. At any capacity.” 

There were stories you heard of centuries after you were reborn as a vampire about beautiful things spun by poets and artists. To reach to the monster‒ approaching it with gentle softness rather than stakes and silver. Risking sharpened teeth with lethal maws, defying the hardwired fear and repulsion against something that has tremendous capacity for violence. Saintly, divine touch. You had deemed it one of the most beautiful things‒ sublime, and completely unfathomable to you. 

But when Trey reaches to you in that moment‒ in your moments‒ you think‒ this is what it is. This is what it must feel like to be touched by something beautiful. This is what it must feel like to be touched by god. You almost understand the Supreme Leader, in a way. You understand faith ‒ it’s a terrible thing. 

He cools the tindering hellfire in yourself with his touch. It burns as a searing stake through your chest. 

He doesn’t let go as you walk through the ashen landscape.

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He makes you promise you’ll talk about it. And you do‒ hesitantly accepting his proposition with a box in hand. 

“I think it’s a good time to give you this.” 

The smell of oak flushes his nose when Trey draws closer to inspect the intricate honeysuckles that weave through the wood. 

It’s an old, tattered thing‒ something given to you when you were young by your parents. The flowers were meant to be a gesture of nostalgia and deep affection‒ and you manage to remember the fragments of your mother’s many sayings‒ something about always been meant to be with you, how she felt a strange sense of reunification when she had bore you and your sister. 

A bitter taste spreads on your tongue when you move the box towards Trey, and the contents inside clack against the wood. How furious she would be if she knew what you had done.

"What is it?"

“ Insurance .” you answer, quickly. 

He gives you a confused look before taking the box into his hands, opening the rusted latch on it. You only hear the eroded hinges creak as he cracks open the chest, the speckles of rust falling onto the table. 

You made sure there would be enough to pack the box‒ but it seems that there is still some air when they rattle against the walls of the box. Sharpened to perfection‒ you hope they won’t wear down too much from this motion. 

After a minute, there’s the same sound again, then the closing of the box before it’s shoved towards you‒ back fully in your vision once more. 

“I don’t need this.” Strained, his voice comes thickly between his constricting throat ‒ a similar feeling proceeding to his chest, flaring at the ends of his fingers which tuck tightly into his palms. 

The face he makes worries you. 

For him, of course, but for yourself as well. You're afraid you're going to break right then and there, throat etched in silent shame‒ but you pull yourself together with a sharp, willow breath sucked into your lungs. You feel the air settle cold on your tongue, and it almost shakes. 

"It's just insurance ." You say, opening the box. A wooden stake is rolled across the table to him. He averts his eyes as if it burns him. "If the time ever comes‒"

"If it comes?" The voice pounding heavily at the back of his throat raised with his breaths. He parrots your words angrily. " If the time comes? Then what‒ I have to kill you? I have to be the one?"

"I would like it to be you, yes."

He gathered his eyebrows further into the center of his forehead. "Me?"

"Only you. It could only be."

You hear his shaky breath. No‒ you feel it press deeply into your bones, a vibration that makes its way from the tremble of his fingers, through the table, into your own flesh, far inside you that its precise throb stretches the growing cracks he's made in your resolve. 

"I can't."

"You must ." You feel your claws scratching against the leather of your gloves. "To protect yourself."

He feels terribly selfish, childlike for the quiet volume of his voice. "From who?” 

You feel the hungry thing inside of you flourish at your own words. “From me.” 

He calls out to your name. “I don’t think I could ever be afraid of someone who is so afraid of themselves.” 

You have no response to that. 

An inhale‒ before he continues. “You’re the reason to the certainty in my words‒ that’s not really something I had before. Nothing feels normal with you‒ but it’s the good kind. You‒” despite the situation, he laughs, cracking the expression you love. “-you really don’t know what you do to me, do you?” 

A sharp finger presses against your palm to confirm this is truly‒ really‒ actually real. You doubt yourself, telling yourself that you somehow tricked him into thinking you were this good. It must have been all those pet names‒ the saccharine composition that had somehow trapped him into your siren spell. 

He faces you with all his sincerity‒ revealing the sharpened claws of your hands when he slips the leather off of them. He holds them softly, hoping if his words don’t reach you‒ at least this language that you had both curated against each other, might. You feel that it does, unable to find a trace of deceit, doubt, or anything besides the honey lemon hue that basks you in all its sweetness.

For the first time in centuries‒ you feel the blood inside you churn warmly in your cheeks, your eyes avoiding his gaze.

“I suppose I didn’t.” 

So of course, when he first allows you access to his blood‒ the first action you do is to cover his eyes above all else. He makes a small noise when your cold fingers fall softly on his eyelids. 

Without even thinking, he reaches towards your hand‒ he sees the crimson light that weaves through your hands that eclipse into pitch darkness when he lays his hand on top of yours. In the darkness, his voice seems louder when he calls out to you. 

"Can you move your hand?" 

The fibers of his neck tickle against your stiffened breath. 

"Not yet."

He feels your teeth open his flesh, his skin parting like a ripened fruit. The curve of your soft lips that cup warmly around the wound, leaning deep into his scent‒ to dive further into the sweetness of his blood. He groans as a moment of pain passes, but his sound relaxes‒ slurry‒ in his throat when he feels sweet pleasure, thick as honey, feathering from where he feels you feeding. His breath quickens, and you feel the warmth of his exhales. As close as a lover’s breath. 

He lets out a shameless sound of pleasure‒ a whisper you drink in with his sweet ambrosia. 

"Ah, this isn't so bad."

He feels the fingers you keep firmly on top of his eyes twitch. 

"Sorry. 'M sorry." You mumble against his skin. His senses feel so jumbled, flooding as thick and raw syrupy mountains. He blindly accepts them‒ unlike your words, which he makes sure to affirm should not be so. I am not sorry, he thinks. You do not have to be either . There’s a tremble in your lips when he slips those words into the air, humming sweetly against his skin. 

He doesn't trust his voice, but the heaviness that clouds his mind barely filters his thoughts. 

"A-are you done already?" 

"Mhm. Sorry, are you alright?" 

"I'm fine. I just need a minute." His chest slowly rises and falls. He notices he's gripping your hand. "Can you move your hand now?"

"Let me see you. I want to see you."

"Just a moment." Even in the sensory deprivation, your voice feels particularly far off. "Not yet."

Trey closes his eyes, waiting for the tight pleasure that still prickles under his skin to pass. When he opens his eyes again, he finds your hand gone, the sun seeping through his fingers. You're facing away from him, sitting at the edge of the bed, bloody handkerchief in hand, unnervingly quiet. 

"I'm sorry if I caused you any pain. I'll go get bandages and some pain killers for you."

You turn a bit towards him, but he doesn't see your face. He grabs your hand before you could walk away‒ calling your name.

A beat of silence. "Yes?"

"..."

It seems his senses have returned to him when he confirms the weight of your trembling hand‒ how it feels a fraction of a degree warmer than before. 

"Why can't you look at me?"

" Why won’t you show me your face? 

Your expression? 

You? 

Are you smiling? Are you mad? 

Why can't you show me? 

Am I‒ "

"No ." Your back gives out as you press all your force into that word, making the bed creak when you fall into it. "No. It's not you. It's not you. I just‒" A breath. "I don't want you to look at me. While I’m like this. It is a mercy. ”

Waves of scrambled noise crash through you. You want to squeeze your hands over your ears, shut your eyes until all you can feel is the vast darkness, and your fading form within it. You’d congeal with that void, rot until there is truly nothing left of anything you had‒ to to the dust as dead and far as the remains of your home. 

"I don't want to just look at you. I want to see you."

You don't trust your voice, so you shake your head. When you swallow the lump lodged in your throat, it tangles in your shaky breath when you feel his hands wrap around yours. 

"I want to see you." He repeats. 

The noise parts with the lightness of his voice. Slowly, you turn towards him. Instantly, his hands are molded to the curve of your shape, as if they were forged by the decaying whispers of your labyrinth heart. In secret, they were cast by your hearth, and now they are cooled, and formed around the salt and tears that etch florid down your face. These hands are made for you, you think. Only the starlight has come this close to your monstrous form. Only the starlight. 

"I'm sorry‒ I shouldn't be so‒ this right now. But I just can't‒ I'm so sorry." The apologies bubble from your trembling lips, as you try to form a coherent thought. But the softness of which he touches the cruel sharpness of your form‒ it wells a crescendo symphony of desire that you withheld, lurching upon you all at once. 

He pulls you in, tighter. 

This was home. You had always stood at the edge of it, drawing a line before the entrance to remind yourself‒ you had not been welcomed yet. But he had always welcomed you. It felt as if some speck of his soul had always done so, with the relief you feel when you step within it. The room inside your heart when you merge your warmth with his does not feel so full‒ nor so empty. It is filled with potential. Future. Something that had risen from him, infinitely. 

"Don't‒" you place your fingers over your mouth. "Not while I taste like this." 

He breaks your lips with his words. “Trust me?”

The warmth that folds over you feels like a prayer. Have faith . When you open your mouth, flesh is at your mercy, but you do not bite down as you expected the thirst inside you would have. Stars, the world stripped of its layers until it was only you, and him. For once infinity does not seem so much of a curse. 

You must be intoxicated by the sweetness of his blood. Bittersweet‒ it seeps.

"I'm not…" You gulp down the swaying warmth. "I'm not supposed to like you." 

"But…?" His smile curves so high the whites of his eyes are almost completely eclipsed by his honey lemon hue. 

You intwine your hand with his. Another prayer. "Foolishly, I do."

“It isn’t foolish at the slightest.” 

“It’s alright.” You smile. “I’d like to be the fool for once.” 

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You fidget with your suit steps away from the spotlight, holding your cello with your other hand. 

“Stop fidgeting.” Trey instructs you, flattening the creases you’ve made to your suit jacket. He smiles. “It’s just nerves, they’ll pass when you get up there‒ you’ve told me so before..” 

“I don’t‒ I don’t know if I’ll be able to play it right. I haven’t been this nervous in ages.” You still straighten the tie around your neck. “Maybe I should tell Azul‒”

The cloth is straightened again, before he glides his hands to your shoulders, bringing you an inch closer to feel the warmth that radiates off his skin. “You’re going to be amazing.” 

Your eyebrows crease. “How can you be so certain?”

“You’re all that.” 

His hand guides you towards the curtains, lingering when his fingers reach yours before you step into the spotlight. Azul finishes your introduction as you look towards the audience, searching for a familiar face. You find his eyes, and there is no need for any magic, any power‒ for you to find the faith in his eyes. You let it guide your bow, and the strings vibrate like golden hair gleaming in the sunlight, marrying sweetly‒ your internal harmony guided by his sweetness. 

The music swells, breaks, heaves‒ before it dies out once more. The lounge fills with the sound of applause, and you sheepishly smile again the few whistles and whoops your club-mates send your way. Each and every thread of sound resonates within your body, vibrating with color. 

Once you get off the stage into the crowd, you see Trey march towards you, before almost knocking you down with the force of his embrace. You allow a bit of your power to spin him off his feet, before you separate‒ wanting to see the look on his face. 

"Will you come with me?" You pull his hand away from the crowd, breathless in your excitement. 

"Where?" He asks, similar in his bursting fruition. 

"Out there. Here. Over there. Wherever."

He smiles, the warmth moves the beat of your heart to the tip of your fingers, back into his palm when you lace your other hand with his. You think‒ I'd be a follower, a devotee, a dog for this. Have faith. I've got you. It’s terrifying, and it shakes you with excitement. 

"I can't wait."

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Notes:

The book I mentioned the priest had is based on the real Dissertations Upon the Apparitions of Angels, Daemons, and Ghosts, and Concerning the Vampires of Hungary, Bohemia, Moravia, and Silesia that 18th-century Benedictine monk and distinguished biblical scholar Antoine Augustin Calmet wrote. It was actually a large source of inspiration to Bram Stoker's dracula. Basically a collection of reports and examinations of vampire/monster attacks emerging in eastern Europe during the late 17th to early 18th century. The accounts of the undead rising and infecting whole villages, reaping of their health and blood that were recorded in this compendium of monster attacks formed a lot of the imagery and characterizations associated with vampires. 

Historically, bloodletting was a popular method during the 19th century to cure medical conditions, especially psychological‒ as it was based on the concept of humors. Fun fact, this is why there is a distinction between surgeons (“barbers”) and physicians, and is why the striped barber sign is red and white‒ red symbolizing blood and white the bandages. This method was used from everything from hysteria, insanity, and heartbreak, to things like scurvy and epilepsy. 

Bloodletting, transfusions, and vivisections (experimental surgery) both appear in Dracula because they were the hot new science of the Victorian era. Stoker's father was actually a physician so a lot the medical cures and information in the narrative frame the work very closely to the social, religious, and medical attitudes during the period. 

Though Victorians still believed the world of humors (ie blood, yellow bile, black bile, and phlegm, or more commonly known by their four counterparts: sanguine, choleric, melancholic, and phlegmatic)- the era began to see a rise of Heroic medicine which sought to shock the body of its ills (ie bloodletting, drinking blood, etc etc)

During the New England vampire panic of the 19th century Victorian era, it was believed that consumption (Tuberculosis) had a strong connection with vampires and the “rise of the dead”, because of the seemingly unexplained rapid spread of this disease that would “consume” its victim and its family at an alarming rate (this was mostly just due to general hygiene issues and the cures for TB being syrups and elixirs of like literally just morphine and cocaine). TB victims usually had pale, emaciating skin, and in combination with how to identify a suspected vampiric corpse (ie grown fingernails = sharp claws; plump skin = immortality/fast healing); the common cures to TB other than those concoctions during the period such as bloodletting, blood drinking, and the “climate cure” (spending a lot of time outside in sunny, warm climates = aversion to the sun); as well as the spread of TB (highly infection, if one person got it in the home, it would spread rapidly to other members of the family = seems like that originally infected person was “consuming” the rest of the family members) kind of makeup the symptoms, physical aesthetic, and indicators of vampires we know today. Pre-Christian notions believed that a body could be “infected” by evil spirits, the concept of evil, etc.. if not buried properly, which translated into the Christian context as demonic or satanic influences entering the body. And because Churches were often the ones dealing with burials, and setting the precedent for burial rituals‒ they had a lot of influences in setting the precedent for burial rituals, how dead bodies should be handled, etc

Because of the strong religious influences during this Victorian romantic period, and the seeming “failings” of empirical science and thought‒ a lot of people turned to the church 

Historically, during the New England vampire panic in the 19th century Victorian era, it was believed that consumption (Tuberculosis) had a strong connection with vampires and the “rise of the dead” because it would “consume” the entire family, beginning with one of the family members, then spreading to everyone else because it was highly infectious. This is why things like pale skin, and vampires needing to feed off of blood is a thing because it is connected to the symptoms and infection of TB (blood drinking was also a cure at some point??)

Everytime I'm like "should I add this ultra specific detail with an irl artist's name??? Does it make sense with the twst universe?? Ah whatever‒"

Anyway I choose Chopin for a lot of reasons. The primary reason was that his music moves me deeply (please listen to the piece if you haven't heard it before). He also suffered from TB (aka consumption), and most likely suffered through a chronic version of it his whole life, which caused a lot of suffering and medical complications through his youth, and into adulthood when rising to fame as a composer. This cello piece was the only sonata that wasn't on the piano, and was played at his very last public concert in Paris. He also had kind of a miserable love life because of his weak health (a condition he could not fix), I thought it would be an interesting connection with MC along with the emotional value the song has on its own. 

BPD is very misrepresented and incredibly stigmatized in media especially but also the mental health and treatment spheres in general so I did a lot of not only personal introspection but also research on it as well. I thought vampirism would be a good metaphor for BPD because I imagine the concept of eternity and also having to physically drain someone of their life source would cause a lot of attachment and abandonment issues in addition to the feelings of shame and guilt that often come with having BPD (“why am I this way?”). The monstrous appearance described and often visualized in Dracula/vampire related films and media, as well as the myth that vampires don’t have a reflection also not only conceptualizes BPD and its affect on self image, but also visually narrates the aspects of mentioned shame, guilt, and self hatred that come with BPD and the emotional regulation issues that affect relationships. Anyways I not only wanted to do BPD justice because I feel like its very rarely represented in media accurately and with a happy ending, but I also wanted to explore 

I didn’t want to go too in-depth with the cult stuff because I feel that could veer off track. I drew from my own experiences (I have a close family member in a cult), as well as some research + some inspiration from a game series called Faith: The Unholy Trinity. But of course the central ideas of isolation, salvation (under a specific pretense), and dependency are there.

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Hello can I ask for head canons for Trey/Sebek/Kalim confessing to male!reader after finding out that someone else had confessed to him? Thank you for your time!

A single book with an open page on a table had caught your attention, what story would you go on?.

Ahh! omgg anon this is such a cute resquest!, ill try my best to write them as good as i can (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ).

Now it was asked for a male reader, but it stayed neutral, i hope its fine anon! my partner also helped because i got stuck on kalim

(Reader can be interpreted as yuu or not.)

-- Now Trey was walking through the school, looking for you as he just had finish a small bag of freshly baked treats for you.

-- He couldn't help but overheard the certain confession his crush was getting he was very shocked but decided to leave, silently begging that you didn't accept the sugarcoated words of some guy.

-- Onto the end of the day, he made sure to make himself a bit more presentable, he asked you if you can accompany him to a certain place (this being were he is gonna confess), as he slowly turned around he was still very nervous, but it was now or never.

He cleared his throat as he looking at you nervously. "M/n, you are quite the charmer aren't you?, putting me and other people under some sort of love spell of yours. And if you let me, will you allow me and myself only to be the only one that who can wipe your tears away?" he said as you can see that there was an obvious blush across his face. After that he extended his hand to give you the bag that he's been holding onto from earlier. Inside, it was a treats that he already baked this same morning.

-- Kalim was doing his daily stuff (blinding everyone with such shine) and he happend to find across certain confession to his crush.

-- Now i don't believe kalim would be a 'jealous' type, but an oblivious type, so he would just straight up go and hug you by your back and give you a short squeeze interrumpting the confession without a single clue.

-- Kalim didn't undertanded why suddenly the other person left,but since your attention was on him now, he let you go and grabbed you by the wrist to his dormitory to celebrate something you didn't quite heard.

"Come on M/n-kun, we can have lots of fun when we reach the longue, i promise!" he exclaim while holding onto your wrist. Before you could say a word, he spoke again. "But promise me, this is only for the two of us, just the two of us, alright?" he said as he let go of your wrist before firmly grabbing your arm and pulling you more closer to him. "I can feed you all the food that you want, and im gonna hold onto your hand for the rest of our life, or even better to hold you for the rest of my whole life! isn't that sound amazing? just you and me!".

-- Shock. Pure shock.

-- Now what would our dear sebek do if he found out his crush getting asked out? many would say scream, which is right, but what if he wants his crush to admire him?.

-- Sebek was planing to confess himself to you this day,now he is not letting some low human get his human first, so he went straight to the point.

"HUMAN! I have been looking for you the whole day! Mmh? what is this?" Sebek knew what was happening but he needed to make sure, so he can properly humiliate such human. "That doesn't matter right now!" He cleared his throat and you could see the tip of his ear turn red. "So human, Malleus-sama has been waiting for you, and the only person who is worthy of walking by your side besides Malleus-sama is me! So allow me to take you there safely, and you need to look pretty, like you always do".

#twistedwonderland #twisted wonderland x male reader #twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gender neutral reader #trey clover x male reader #kalim x male reader #sebek zigvolt x male reader #twst x male reader #kalim x reader #trey x reader #sebek x reader

[akunya]

"let me do you a favor."

pairings: trey clover x m!reader

summary: dinner tastes best when someone feeds it to you.

tw: FEEDING/FEEDERISM(?), persuasion/manipulation, frottage, dubcon. regression(?), CARETAKER!TREY, comfort, subspace/little space(?). SOMNO, praise, guilt trip, etc.

notes: i have been working on this for a bit, and finally got around to finishing it for his birthday. trey is my favorite twst character so i hope this does him justice.

i feel like its ooc, but whatever. enjoy! : )

"you have to eat, yknow that right?" trey frowned, his eyes never leaving your hunched form. it was late at night, at this point everyone had retreated to their dorms to get some good nights sleep; every student except for you. "its important - much more important than studying."

you shrugged in response, flipping past another page of the heavy textbook in front of you. your desk was littered with crumpled papers, eraser shavings, post-its askew, and everything else that would make riddle scream his head off. trey had taken note of you not being in the cafeteria for lunch. while he assumed you were busy, his mind started to worry as he realized you didn't show up to dinner either. in fact, now that he thought about it, trey hadn't seen you all day.

the upperclassman had always felt the need to take care of others, and you were no exception. while he would deny hi true intentions about being heartslabyuls big brother figure, deeply inside, he knew it was somewhat true. you couldn't fathom why he cared so much about your well-being while he had so much to deal with on his own. wouldn't it be easier to just leave you be? wasnt he tired himself after such a long day? you started brooding in your own thoughts. trey sighed, not moving from his spot next to your desk, hoping that if he stayed long enough you'd eventually give in. your eyes darted from word to word, silent, adamant on finishing your study session before you allowed yourself a bite to eat. you had to pass this time, or it would seriously be off with your head.

you were insistent on finishing your book before having a snack — until trey had spoken up. "what if fed you instead?" your brain had taken a moment to process what he said, blinking a few times. the offer made your thoughts stop in their tracks, ripping yourself away from the book to look at trey with wide eyes. he smiled, pushing up his glasses, unshaken from how surprised you were. "i can make you something and feed you. that way you wont have to stop reading."

you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. the way he didn't even stutter to offer something so domestic (in your eyes, at least) to you made your cheeks flush, clearing your throat awkwardly. was this another one of his jokes? was cater around the corner getting ready to laugh at you with his phone in hand?

before you could hesitate any longer, your stomach growled loudly, making the both of you stare at each other for a moment before laughing. "..s-sure, if you really want to. there's really no need for that though."

"dont worry, its no big deal. i have some leftovers from what i made for dinner. ill grab them and come right back." with a polite nod, you muttered another ‘thank you’ before continuing your boring textbook about potions and whatnot for your test. your fingers tapped on the smooth wood of the desk as you read.

you wouldn’t admit it, but you enjoyed being doted on every once and a while. it felt nice to be cared for — letting your worries slip away as someone else’s hands did the work for you. it was tough having so many responsibilities. thinking again about how trey not only takes care of himself but riddle and the dorm as well, you really wondered how he did it all. shouldn’t you be the one offering him comfort and care? you sighed, leaning back in your chair and staring at the ceiling.

“whoever ends up with him is one lucky guy, that’s for sure.” you mumbled under your breath, your eyes drifting close for just a moment before a knock came from the door. “come in!”

trey nudged the door open with his foot, holding it open just enough for him to slip through with the tray of food in his hands. your mouth started to water, your room being filled with the delicious smell of treys cooking. you didnt get a good look at the dishes, but it didn't matter - your stomach was rumbling all the same. he chuckled lowly, placing the tray on the coffee table momentarily. “it’s nothing too complicated. baking is usually my specialty, but i figured you wouldn’t want to eat cake for your first meal of the day.” you shook your head, quick to quip back at his comments. “no no, don’t worry about it! it looks delicious, trey. id eat anything you make.” there was a small moment of silence, and your words had sunken in, making trey laugh again. “is that so, y/n?”

the vice dorm leader’s eyes wandered towards your desk and back to the tray of food. “would you like to move from your desk, or should i scoot closer to you?” either way, you were going to be flustered by the intimacy of his hands holding your chin in place, shrugging nonchalantly. “do whatever you feel comfortable with. you’re doing me the favor after all.” you were in this deep anyways.

trey nodded, starting to ponder about how he should go about this. he didn’t want you to stop reading and studying (although he truly wanted you to take a break from it) since it seemed important to you. however, how is he going to get close enough without dropping food on your precious textbook? it would be a shame to go back on his offer just because it needed some extra maneuvering. with all of the extra problems the students of heartslabyul create, he wouldn't give up that easily. treys eyes practically lit up with a solution. he cleared his throat before speaking up.

“could you sit on my lap, y/n?” if you listened closely, you could hear the tinge of anxiety in his voice. it was a risky offer, after all. you felt your own heart flutter. unable to muster the courage to speak, you nodded instead, getting out of your chair and out of the way so trey could take the seat.

and boy, were you staring at him like a pervert. his bigger build practically dwarfed your worn little chair, filling up the seat nicely unlike yourself. his legs were spread open comfortably, and for a split second you swore you saw something stiff in between them. he was wearing a plain red colored shirt with dark grey pajama pants. how cute.. you smiled, taking note of the little red clovers printed on the fabric. even heartslabyuls hardworking senpai had cute clothes to relax in. the more you stared, the more soft he looked in your eyes.

trey cleared his throat, disrupting you from your thoughts. he patted his thighs, closing them slightly so you'd have somewhere to sit. "if you sit like this, it shouldn't be too uncomfortable." his soft hands moved your legs across his lap, angled sideways as he faced forward. he took the heavy textbook from the desk and placed it on your lap, moving the tray of food to rest on the desk instead. scooting closer, the position would seem uncomfortable to anyone else, but you truly didn't mind. the extra body heat from being pressed so closely to the man made you relax. "comfy?"

you nodded, going back to silently reading your book. why couldn't it be like this all of the time? you felt oddly safe, flipping the pages in your book as you read. trey reached over to scoop some of the food onto a fork, hand holding the small of your back while he moved. your eyes were glued to the page still. the cool metal of the fork tapped at your lips, prompting you to open without hesitation, biting into the warm tasty leftovers you had missed out on a few hours ago. "do you like it? i can use my magic to make it taste like something else if you don't."

you shook your head, swallowing first before speaking. "theres no need to, trey. it tastes really good. you're amazing in the kitchen." it was his turn to blush, not expecting the compliment in such a vulnerable position. having a cute boy sit in his lap didnt happen everyday after all. he didnt say anything in response, feeding you another forkful.

you two stayed like that for a while as you read. the silence was comfortable, to say the least. the upperclassman didnt care asking mindless questions, letting you read in peace as he fed you. while the food was more than splendid, a few forkfuls was enough to make your stomach begin to feel full, so when trey had held the utensil expectantly in front of your lips and you didn't budge, he frowned a little. "what happened? you dont like it?" his hurt face tugged at your heart strings.

you panicked, eyebrows raising in confusion. "thats not it! im just starting to feel full, so..!"

his saddened expression made your heart sink. why did you feel so empty? even though you were reading, the words were blending into one another and you barely processed anything you had just read. why did he look so disappointed? was he actually that worried about you?

"you only have a little bit left. you can do it, right? you barely ate today.." his voice was gentle, almost as if he was convincing you, sweet and persuasive. you found yourself shakily opening your lips for another bite, much to treys delight. he made sure to take note of the blush on your cheeks.

"thats it, good boy. i knew you could do it." the senior praised you, ruffling your hair as he fed you. trey wasn't stupid - he knew he had a way to persuade others while making himself look like the good guy. he's guilty of doing the same thing to riddle more than a dozen of times. if being a bit selfish meant getting what he wanted, then he didnt mind.

embarrassingly enough, your dick twitched at the pet name, too. 'good boy'? no ones ever called you that before. it made you feel.. good, to say the least. small, but safe. you found yourself itching for more praise from trey, wiggling a bit on his lap but not denying any food when he had gathered some more on the fork. trey didnt even bother correcting himself or making an excuse. he saw how you relaxed, how you looked so eager to please. "perfect. just like that." trey mumbled lowly, opening his own mouth to mimic yours.

your eyes looked glossy, void of any valuable thought. its as if you were staring at him, but you weren't truly there. he watched, making no effort to stop you tipping over deeper into that cozy mindset of your own. at some point you even began to lean into his side, relaxing into the upperclassman's firm yet soft chest. trey smiled, brushing some hair out of your face as he set the plate of food down. you looked as if you would knock out at any moment.

"look at that, all finished. i bet your stomach feels better now, right?" you lazily nodded, humming in response as you nuzzled against his neck. he coo'ed at you, taking the heavy book out of your lap so you could rest comfortably. your body was so relaxed against his, so accessible. trey gulped, noting that he could no longer hide the throbbing boner in his pants anymore.

he had been excited ever since you initially agreed to his offer. in fact, he was practically buzzing with energy when he had went over to the kitchen to plate some leftovers from earlier today. treys hands shook with an uncharacteristic amount of nervousness, licking his lips before letting his arm wrap around your small form. even if you wanted to get up, he simply gently nudged you further into the crook of his neck, hand splaying on your thighs. his mind raced with the thousands of possibilities that could happen.

he should leave you alone. really, trey should carry you to bed like the fine gentleman everyone thinks he is, like the normal role model they take him for. deeply, the man wants to do the right thing.

yet, all moral thought flies out the window when he notices you were hard too. your little cock made a proud tent in your pants, straining against the fabric as you slept. you were so quiet that trey didn’t even notice before, but now that it was practically on display for him, he couldn’t contain the groan he let out.

his bigger hand hovered over your bulge. he felt his heart flutter, looking down at your face. you were so calm, so peaceful in his arms. at this point.. wouldn’t it be wrong for him to deny you of your basic needs? the upperclassman has already hand fed you at this point, making sure you were full and taken care of. isn’t this just.. another task that he should handle?

you were too small to do it on your own, a little too dumb. friends do this all the time for each other. besides, you were totally into him too (he was confident on that, at least), so if anything.. maybe trey is doing a favor. a favor that he definitely doesn’t mind fulfilling for you.

“it’s alright, y/n. i got you. you deserve a break.” you had mumbled something in response, trey not catching half of what you said. he shrugged, pushing his glasses up before his hand hesitantly palmed your bulge, making you shudder. he felt his own cock pulse at just how tiny you were. his hand covered a good amount of your cock, squeezing and teasing you through your pants before unzipping them quietly.

trey was thankful that riddle had given you a room in heartslabyul to stay in. you didn’t have any other roommates because it was such short notice, so he didn’t have to worry about anyone barging in and catching him doing something he probably shouldn’t. trey pumped your cock slowly, making sure to flick his wrist and twist a couple of times. he loved the way your back arched, even while you were resting, desperate for more pleasure.

“you’re doing so well, pretty boy.” the praises spilled out naturally, his gaze shifting from your face to your cute little cock. your head felt dizzy, cloudy with dreams and pleasure as you moaned softly. the amount of pre-cum that dribbled out made an erotic squelch noise fill the room. trey didn’t bother stopping, even going a bit faster to get more reactions from you.

he thought about you like this before, but had no idea how to tell you. the mysterious transfer student from a different world was more than alluring to the normal student at NRC. not to mention, you are undeniably cute, winning the hearts of many of your seniors without you noticing. you never really noticed much, most of your schedule filled with hanging out with the first years or studying.

but the way you were now, and the time you were spending in his lap, was solely because of him. treys eyes widened when he noticed you were clumsily bucking your hips towards his hand. even while asleep, you couldn’t help but be so honest. you really were such a good boy.

when you started to curl up and shield yourself away from treys hand, he tutted, unwaveringly pushing your hips the opposite way so he could continue jerking you off. “no no, not that way. we’re almost done. let me help.”

it felt way too good. all of it felt unreal. being coddled so closely, fed so gently, cared for so nicely. it made you moan louder, drooling while you felt yourself grow dumber. trey was so overwhelming, and yet, you didn’t want to leave. you were in and out of your sleep, groaning treys name as he chuckled.

“you’re so sweet when you say my name, y/n. you can say it more. say it as much as you want.” trey kissed your forehead, his hand moving quicker and harder as you started to practically wail from how your body felt. you could feel his breath on your neck. it was hard for him to keep his composure.

when he saw your little hands try and grip the chair, that’s when he knew you were close. why was he so worried before? you clearly wanted this just as much as he did. you were the perfect little boy, listening and letting him do as he pleases. trey groaned, letting you hump into his hand clumsily. “you’re gonna cum, arent you y/n? it’s okay. let it out for me. you’ve been so good.” his voice only urged you further, sweet and soft in your ear.

your mouth was open, but no sound came out when you came, eyes rolling back a bit from your release. your cum shot high, some of it nearly landing on your chin as trey milked your cock, making sure every last drop was drained from your balls. it’s probably been so long since you’ve let yourself relax like this. he made a mental note to do this more often with you.

“see? didn’t that feel good?” his smile was as warm as ever, ready to greet you as you slowly opened your eyes. his face was a bit flushed, holding you in place even as you began to wake up and try to piece together what just happened. your trusty senpai would never do anything so dishonest after all. you could only nod, not wanting to make a fool out of yourself for falling asleep and not listening to.. whatever went on.

there trey goes again, forgetting to take care of his own tasks. his cock twitched angrily, aching to be touched. maybe a pretty boy like yourself wouldn’t mind returning the favor tonight.

#trey clover #trey clover x reader #trey clover x y/n #trey clover x m!reader #trey clover x male reader #trey clover x male!reader #heartslaybul x reader #heartslabyul #heartslabyul x male reader #heartslabyul x m!reader #male reader #mlm blog #my fics..

[quill-and-ink-incorporated]

Hello! Can I request Leona, Trey and Floyd's reactions to finding out that male!Yuu was also kidnapped in the Spectral Soiree event? (Established romantic relationship please)

Thanks for the request!

Characters: Floyd Leech, Leona Kingscholar, Trey Clover

Warnings: Floyd typical mood swings and violence, yandere themes?, kidnapping, possiveness

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Floyd: vibrating anger

He finds out right when he clocked in at the monstro lounge. Jade has to hold him down to halt his violent mood swings and outbursts.

He’s determined to squeeze the life out of who/whatever took Yuu. Frothing at the mouth for the opportunity to get Yuu back, his shrimpy, his angelfish, his boyfriend! How DARE they take you.

He’ll scare them so good they’ll give you back to him, he has to, what other way is there?

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Leona: outwardly livid, subtle panic

It was probably Ruggie who reluctantly told him the situation. Leona was mad and slightly scared. Yuu had become a constant in his life and he wasn’t ready to lose the environment that his darling had meticulously built.

He starts to plot his coup, his herbivore had to come home to him at the end of the day. No questions asked.

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Trey: he starts to come up with plan, like immediately

Trey is a responsible person. He hears about your kidnapping and does his best to go at this at a productive angle (after getting reasonably freaked out, of course!) The quicker you come home the better for everyone.

At the end of the day you’d be home, he was SURE of it.

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Have a great day/night, lovebug!😘

#trey clover x yuu #trey clover x reader #twst imagines #twst x y/n #twst x reader #leona kingscholar x yuu #leona kingscholar x reader #trey clover x mc #leona kingscholar x mc #floyd leech x yuu #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech x mc #male reader #floyd leech x male reader #leona kingscholar x male reader #trey clover x male reader #my writing

[klmp11s]

Could I ask for a male reader that is shorter than the third years but still manages to dominate them(?) not sure the right phrasing but people typically assume the taller person is the more dominant partner

Nah short king is winning and big spoon 🥄 🏆

(Also I say short king but like malleus is so tall being six foot is short to him lmao)

The reader's height is 165 cm everywhere except for the Diasomnia part! (In the Malleus part the height is 180, in the Lilia part - 150 cm) (Some parts turned out longer than others, this was not on purpose🙏 ) (English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes)

Summary: Below third year reader but VERY dominant Characters: Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge Warning: dominant male!reader, established relationship, ooc, teasing reader(?)

Trey Clover

I don't think he cares at all about your height. You're taller than his dorm leader, so he doesn't see any problem

Your dominant side may make him laugh and he will tease you for it.

You can put your hand on his thigh and he will love it. OKAY you can squeeze his thigh and he'll just laugh quietly.

When you pull him on top of you in bed, he is sometimes afraid of accidentally hurting you, but as soon as you take off his glasses and maybe put them on yourself, he forgets about this fear.

He is 100% used to being in your hands and won’t say a word about him being a big spoon

Run your hands over his shoulders and he will melt

He doesn't mind if you bite him, I don't think he's the type to bite, but he might give you one hickey somewhere under your collar If he sees how you communicate with other people and how confident you are, he'll like it too

He likes your dominance both in private and when communicating with other people. You are looking from above, not them

Cater Diamond

He's interested in your dominant side

He can lie on the bed, you just lie behind him and pull him to your chest. He definitely likes it

I also think that he may be putting you down for your short stature (loving)

He will also tease you for your dominance, but he won't say a word against it.

He likes that you are a big spoon and he just disappears in your hands

If you bite him, after some time you will see his new story in Magicam where your bites are clearly visible

He LOVES it very much

What if your dominance is also revealed in conversations with other people?

He will definitely be amused by how your confidence and charisma can put pressure on people you don’t like.

You are simply a master of doing what you need. He can respect that

He might be surprised by the way you talk to people a head taller than you as if they were the tiny ones of the two of you.

Leona Kingscholar

I don't think he cared how tall you were.

He most likely began to notice your dominant side after you beat him at chess for the first time.

Like, you know, the victorious fire in the eyes, the smug face?? He liked this

At first it looked to him like a little kitten trying to look like a lion

You've started showing your dominant side in private a lot more often and oh my god he doesn't know how to react to it.

Like, yes, you're hot, but he's not at all used to having a person dominate him less.

The moment he takes you into his room for a nap and pulls you on top of him - the last thing he expected was for you to turn him over and become a big spoon

He LOVED it

Bite him and he will bite back. He can also lick your neck, but if you want to show your dominance in this way, you will have to try so that he does not respond in kind

You know the trend where the partner puts his hand in the back pocket of his partner's pants? Yeah, IT'S YOU and him

What if you show dominance in normal interactions with other people? He has the most contented face

Like, his tiny🤏  boyfriend is so confident and proud when interacting with people twice his size? Yes, that's HIS boyfriend

Cuddling with you is his favorite thing to do, he literally falls on top of you and makes you stroke his back/head.

He DEFINITELY said things like ���do you even know who my boyfriend is?” “my boyfriend would have strangled you by now, you know?” he's literally bragging about how cool you are

He loves the impact you can have on other people.

He definitely likes everything about you and doesn't see a problem with how tall you are.

Vil Schoenheit

Your height is one of the first things he noticed when he met you.

After some time, he noticed how ambitious and dominant you are with other people.

Two dominant people in a relationship? My God

When you started dating him, he realized that this behavior could be aimed at him too

It all 100% started after the moment when you sat him on your lap while he was applying makeup

(just try to say that you wouldn’t want this, I won’t believe you)

You surprised him very much, but I won’t say that he didn’t like it

He's definitely started to notice that you take the lead more often when communicating with someone.

Dynamics: "Evil Queen" and "Evil King" you are literally walking charisma and confidence, okay??

Reward for your behavior? You have lipstick all over your face and your gorgeous boyfriend just smiles back at you

He won't let you bite him. He is a MODEL, his skin should remain perfect, but in places where no one can see? "we'll see how you behave"

But he can bite you. Although, I think that bites will be very rare, most often it can be a hickey under the collar, but if he wants to demonstrate HIS dominance - expect that there will be no empty space on your neck

He definitely likes the way you behave with those above you. You lead the conversation and it looks amazing

“make me” “oh, are you serious?”

If you're pulling him in for a cuddle after a long day, I don't think he'll turn you down unless he's already finished his nightly skin care routine.

I'm not sure that his face will be in your neck, but I am 100% sure that sometimes you will press your chest against his back

A couple of times he tried to be a big spoon, but in the end he decided that lying on you was much more comfortable

Rook Hunt

He really liked you when he first met you

Apparently he noticed your dominant side and liked it. You're so unusual, aren't you?

He became interested in you after seeing how you treated your friends.

Already when you were in a relationship with him, this behavior was directed at him and, well, HE LIKES it

Could he be sitting quietly at the table with you and your hand just falls on his thigh and stays there? This is good

He PRAITS your behavior. Is his short boyfriend dominating him? YES

He teases you about your behavior ALWAYS

You pull him by the hand towards your bed and simply fall back onto it while your hands are clasped together. Okay, the hot, gorgeous and eloquent Frenchman is now in your hands

He DEFINITELY enjoys these moments. Can he say the sweetest things to you while you run your fingers through his hair? More please

I also think he likes to listen to your heartbeat while he's in your arms.

He may bite you back, but I don't think it will bite you too much.

But you can leave your marks and bites on him and he will even be proud of them

Your character replaces your height and he clearly sees this, do you know what else he sees? The fact that you look fantastic when you can literally bring people to their knees with literally words 🙏🏃

Idia Shroud

He is surprised, scared and excited

He didn't expect his short boyfriend to be LIKE THIS??

Once you started showing this behavior he had pink hair almost all the time ✋

You were in his room and he was telling you about the next anime that he was waiting for, and you just pull him towards you and start stroking his head, okay? He died

BITE HIM he will literally die from embarrassment but will never tell you to stop

He doesn’t understand where to put his hands, his head, should he continue talking?? His face is completely red and he just remains silent in your arms.

Have you ever seen scenes where between two people one just stares and breaks into a smile while the other person says something? Yes, you know what I mean

At one point he just stops talking and looks away from you.

You most likely even took him out for a walk if you know that you won’t meet someone

“Idia?“ “Yeah?" "look me in the eye while I'm talking." "???😶😳🤯😳 " Plus point if you turn his face towards you by the chin

Your behavior gives him very conflicting feelings,on the one hand he doesn’t know what to tell you, but on the other hand you are HOT

If he sees you interacting in this manner with your friends, he will die. Okay, yeah, he has an ambitious, dominant boyfriend, OKAY?

He CAN and WILL brag about you to his online friends, I swear

Malleus Draconia

Your behavior makes him giggle and he likes it

Like even your average height seems tiny next to him, but you continue to behave like a big and proud dragon?

You make him fall in love with you again and again

If you bite him, he will giggle, I swear to you

Pull him towards you, hold him by the waist, kiss him in front of people - he will accept all this and it will make him happy

No one has ever treated him like this and he really likes your bravery.

He's definitely heard rumors that you're acting too casual around

Malleus Draconia himself and that's disrespectful, but the moment he approached these people they immediately closed their mouths and this topic was no longer raised

Showing your affection + dominance? YES PLEASE

A man is literally two meters, and you just take him and sit him on your lap? He likes it so much

If during a cuddle in bed you stroke his back and head, touching his horns, he may die happy

Please show your dominant side more often, he likes it so much

He also likes the way you interact with others, your ambition and leadership skills always come through, it's beautiful

Lilia Vanrouge

Okay, honey, BUT YOU BOTH ARE TINY?? (/j)

Your dominant behavior makes him laugh and that suits him completely.

He loves to sit on you when you hold him in your arms

I think he used to know people who behaved the same way, so this is not new to him.

How do you communicate with other students? My God

He is sure that you could easily become the head of your dorm with such ambitions and leadership

You can so elegantly get someone to do what you want, and Lilia has no words but praise and a sense of pride

How do you confidently communicate with people above you? He thinks your confidence adds to your height

He definitely loves it when you run your hands through his hair when you hold him during cuddles.

He WILL bite you and he also doesn't mind if you do it The characters do not belong to me, they belong to their rightful owners, please do not edit, translate, repost my works on other platforms, also without my permission and @

#twst x reader #twst x male reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #trey clover x reader #trey clover x male reader #cater diamond x male reader #cater diamond x reader #leona kingscholar x male reader #leona kingscholar x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit x male reader #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt x male reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia x male reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge x male reader

[juno-of-wonderland]

crow mc/reader

mc/reader is male

Leona Kingscholar

-oh, another crow, he hopes you're not as annoying as the director -something about you fascinated him a lot and he didn't understand why he was fascinated by a boy, he doesn't know but he's getting greedy -he finds you collecting stuff and asks what you're doing and to him your answer of collecting sparkles is really cute -you don't understand why so many glitters are coming your way now, but don't complain -you put a lion in a good mood whenever you add the things he leaves for you to your collection -finds it cute and scary that his unique magic is calling a huge flock of crows and his arms turn into wings to fly with them, he likes to watch

Trey Clover

-he sees wild men all the time, you would be no exception -what catches his attention is the way you make decisions, he always finds himself asking what you would do on certain occasions -he will find you picking up things and will offer help -you take him to his room and show him his collection of coins, stones and other things that shine -he doesn't understand why this happens but he supports his sweet boy and sometimes even brings him shiny things -thinks his unique magic is cool but he wouldn't stay around for long, he can feed his crows, but nothing more than that

Ace Trappola

-Are you a raven man? cool…do you want to go out to eat? -loves your voice and the way you hug him, bonus if you use unique magic and are surrounding him with feathers -you two were together when suddenly you pick up something from the floor in record time and show it to him -he will think it's rubbish and say it to your face, but he won't take it from you, and even if he complains, he plans diamond collection days -ok it's pretty scary…but can you fly with it? please do this, he wants to fly hugging you

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[twisted-lover-boys]

welcome back!! Me again with the Cyno male reader x twisted wonderland but this time with vice dorm leaders!! Thank you so much so doing the last one :)))

Cyno-like reader pt.2

{not proof-read}

MY GENSHIN MAIN LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO

Also, I hope you know, the name that I had for this draft in my notes was (for a time) Cyno - electric boogaloo. No joke.

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Trey has met a lot of unique people in his life but you seemingly took the cake. You gave off an intimidating aura, unapproachable even. He was sure you’d end up being a problem

But as he was making his normal school rounds, he ended up seeing you in the library. You were looking through ancient-looking textbooks, like you were trying to find a specific one

He would’ve let you be if not for the fact that you literally called him out. Now that was impressive, spotting him from across the library. Well, no use hiding now

When he apologized for snooping, he didn’t expect you to throw out a bad joke in response. Oh well, so when he asked you what you were doing in the library, you started talking about your life in your world and your “akademiya days”

It didn’t take long for Trey to lose track of time as he listened to your story. You explained how your “magic” was just a vision gifted by the gods and that you were a general

When it was time to continue with classes, you bid the vice dorm head a farewell as you walked to your next class. As Trey said goodbye, he didn’t miss the growing warmth in his cheeks. Oh dear, did he just get a crush?

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Ruggie grew up in the slums his entire life so he learned how to make powerful connections. You were no different. With your powerful and scary aura, he was sure you’d make a good ally

As he followed you over to the library to, hopefully, get some info to use against you but he only saw you going through old magic history textbooks. What was he supposed to do with that?

Just as he was about to leave, thinking he didn’t find anything useful, you suddenly called out his name. That caused him to jump. How in the world did you see him from that far off?! That’s both cool and scary! Well, if he left now, he’d ruin his chance get close to you

He was courteous, apologizing for snooping but that act dropped quickly when you just told a joke. It wasn’t even that funny. Anyways, when he asked you what you were doing, you started talking about your old world and your “akademiya days” and how this one differs in comparison. That’s something he could use

So he decided to listen to your stories from your old world, growing increasingly more curious about your life. How your magic was just a gift from Celestia and how you were a literal general in your homeland

Ruggie was a little saddened when the ball rang for the next change of classes and you had to leave. As you bid each other farewell, the hyena couldn’t help but think back to you in a more fond way than before. Wait…did he have a crush?!!

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Jade knew you would be an interesting figure from the start. You had a scary yet powerful aura to you. There was no was he wouldn’t be keeping an eye on you, if not for his own gain

So when Azul said he wanted to try and get you under his fingers, he had a reason to learn more about you. He wasn’t interested in gathering info as much as just observing you, which is why he followed you to the library to see what you’d do. Turns out you were just going through history books

As he was about to leave and find a suitable place to wait for your leave, you had called out to him. Oho?~ Interesting. You were able to see him from that far away? Most impressive

Wanting to make a good first impression, be introduced himself and apologized for his snooping, to which you replied with a joke to. Now that caused a chuckle. When he asked what you were going through history book for, he was introduced to the concept of your old world, your “akademiya days”, and his this one differs from yours

You both ended up talking non-stop about your world and all the differences it had. How your magic was just a gift from the gods called a “vision” and how you were a general in your time

Jade was saddened that he had to bid you well so soon when the bell rang for the new classes, but the thought of your jokes and rambling nature kept him company. Oh dear, it seems he caught a crush

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Jamil had always been wary of people who possessed powerful auras and you were no different. You were scary yet powerful and he knew he should keep an eye on you. For his and Kalim’s sake

So when he stumbled upon you reading history books in the library, he couldn’t help but feed his curiosity even though he knew it was probably a bad decision

He was about to leave and go about his day, you immediately called out his name. That gave him a scare. How in Twisted Wonderland did you spot him from across the big ass library!? It’d be a bad decision if he just ran off now

As he walked up, he apologized about snooping, saying he didn’t have malicious intent to which you bounced off with a joke. Okay…? But when he asked why you were looking through history books, you suddenly exploded with info about your old world and your “akademiya days”. Well, he wasn’t opposed to learning more about you

So you both sat down in the library and talked for hours on end about your world. About you your vision, your magic, was a gift from Celestia and how you were a literal general for your line of work. Maybe you weren’t so bad after all

As you both bid each other adieu and left for your respective classes, Jamil couldn’t help the fact that his mind always wandered back to you and your starry-eyed look as you talked. There’s no way he wasn’t developing a crush

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Rook always found incoming students interesting but you were on a whole new level. You had a dark and scary aura and you reeked of physical prowess. He absolutely wanted to know more about you

He made sure to be careful around you so that he didn’t give himself away or upset you. That’s how he found himself watching your read a few history books from the library

When he was about to leave and collect his thoughts on you, you suddenly called him out. Oh my! How did you see him from so far away? Now you really piqued his interest!

Of course, he apologized as snooping on you wasn’t his intent but he joyfully laughed when you told him a really bad joke in response. But when he asked why you were going through history books, you started talking about your old world and your “akademiya days” which the huntsman really wanted to hear about

So you talked. About how you got your vision from a trial and how it was a gift from the gods themselves and how you ended up becoming general and what that job entailed you to do. To say he was interested would be an understatement

Rook was saddened to say goodbye so soon but he understood that classes were important to you. As he continued about his day, he kept thinking back to you and the unique “beauty” you showed him. He knew he was developing a crush and he was absolutely fine with it

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Lilia has met many people through his life but you were something new. Your scary yet powerful aura reminded him of his old war days so he couldn’t help but feel some interest in you

So when he found you going through old history books in the library while he was on his way back to his dorm, his interest in you grew. He wondered why you were going through them, especially ones that were especially old

Just as he was about to leave you be, you suddenly called him out. Now this was interesting, you actually noticed him from across the library. Seems you were more perceptive than he initially thought

As he approached you, he apologized since his intention wasn’t to spy on you but he let out a soft chuckle when you told a joke in response. When he asked why you were going through old history books, you suddenly bursted with information about your world and your “akademiya days”

The bat fae couldn’t help but sit down and listen to you talk about your world while providing his own stories of his general days. Not only were you also a general, but your magic was given to you by the gods and a gift for completing a set of trials. You honestly amazed him

As you both bid your farewells to each other, promising to meet again, Lilia couldn’t help but wander back to you. Your starry-eyed look, your super bad dad jokes, and the genuine interest you held for his own stories…guess he isn’t too old to develop crushes after all

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[severeaesthetic]

People I would cheat on my boyfriend with prank (Vice House wardens)+ Cater, Floyd, & Silver (No Ortho)

⚠️Suggestive content, language, Floyd calls reader a slut⚠️

Not proofread

Let me know if you want 18+ versions. Poly Trey x Cater x reader 18+ (male + fem) coming soon

I try not to use Y/N so anywhere you see _____ that is the person using your name when they speak.

Trey Clover

You stress this man out to no end.

Like why do you choose to be a menace to society today of all days?

You decide to pull this prank while he is baking for an unbirthday party

He’s just trying to make a strawberry tart for Riddle

Cause there is never a bad time to pull this prank (unless he’s doing homework)

So you walk into the kitchen not saying anything as you set everything up

He just looks at you with a raised eyebrow while rolling out the dough

How it happened:

“Can I help you Cookie?” He says while looking down at the dough waiting for your answer.

“Yes. I just need your reaction to my presentation” you said walking over to stand next to him after clicking record. “People I would cheat on my boyfriend with” you said keeping a straight face. Trey looked up to the screen then over to you with a smirk (Trey smirking is really hot, but he scares me a little).

“Go on” is all he says.

You click to the next slide “Nobody. My boyfriend is the bestest boyfriend in the world and cheating is wrong.”

“Next slide.” He says while he gets the tart crust ready to be filled and put in the oven. Clicking on the next slide, there is a selfie that you took with Cater for his MagiCam. Trey’s movements only falter for a second as he briefly glances at the screen. “Is that so?”

With his limited reaction you know that you’re fucked. He stays silent as he finishes the tart and then puts it in the oven.

“Trey?”

“Yes?”

“Are you mad? It was just a prank.”

He walks over to you as you take a step back hitting the counter. He traps you against the counter by putting his arms beside your body. “Of course not Cookie. It takes a lot more than a measly prank to make me mad. Especially at you” he smiles (not a genuine smile) then kisses your head before walking off to go check on the rest of the party preparations.

You really regret letting Cater talk you into this. (Or maybe you don’t. I wouldn’t).

Cater Diamond

You and Cater were just chillin in Ramshackle

You got bored and then remembered that Lilia had paid you to prank your boyfriend. You and him set everything up at lunch that day.

So you got up from the couch and Cater just looked at you with a raised eyebrow as you ran around getting everything set up.

Now much like Idia, he knows this prank. So he isn’t surprised when he sees you recording and then the first slide of the presentation. He just puts his phone down and crosses his arms with an amused smirk on his face.

How it happened:

“It’s Trey isn’t it?”

You freeze right as you were going to click to the next slide. The look you gave him made him chuckle. He clicked to the last slide for you and was not the least bit surprised to see his best friend.

“If you wanted to fuck my best friend so badly all you had to do was say so” he said standing up. “I’ve got some things to do, I’ll see ya later tonight” he pressed a quick kiss to your lips “love ya sweetness” He winks before walking out the door leaving you dumbfounded. You have no idea if he knew this was a prank or not. (He 100% knew and just wants to fuck with you)

Ruggie Bucchi

(I know he isn’t technically a vice house warden, but he is in my heart 😤)

Another Why would you do this?!

You’re even cruel enough to bring him doughnuts before you go through with it. His tail wags because his favorite person brought him his favorite food. And then you have to go and ruin it.

Ruggie is very insecure of himself and his position in the relationship so you better tread lightly.

If you use Leona for this prank (which you do because Crewel made it your job to get Leona to come to class. Leona said if you pulled this prank on Ruggie he would go to class. Which was partly a joke because he didn’t think you’d go through with it since you love your boyfriend more than you care about Leona and his grades. Leona fake gagged when he said that part to) Ruggie will be a hell of a lot more insecure about himself. Because of course you would rather be with Leona. He’s a prince. He can give you a lot more than Ruggie can. Jack and Leona can literally (not really) hear Ruggie’s heart break when you go through with this.

Honestly, I would rather take all of Crewel’s punishments than to see Ruggie’s ears flatten against his head and his tail droop as tears form in his eyes. Crewel’s punishments cannot compare to the pain of seeing Ruggie’s broken expression.

How it happened (if you used Leona):

You texted Ruggie asking you to meet at Ramshackle saying you needed help with something and that you made him something to eat. He obviously finished with his chores as quickly as possible and rushed over. His tail wagging rapidly when he finally made it to your dorm. He walked in and sat on the couch when you told him to before you brought him the doughnuts. He took the plate and started eating and asked what you needed help with. You had everything already set up when you hit record and clicked on the first slide. “People I would cheat on my boyfriend with.” Ruggie stops chewing and looks at you. You go to click on the next slide, but realize you deleted the necessary second slide and it went right to Leona. Your heart dropped. “Ruggie, the second slide is missing” you frantically clicked away at the computer not seeing the hurt expression on his face and his ears droop. He silently set the plate of his favorite food down and slipped out of the dorm.

By the time you had the sense to turn around he was already gone. You had tried calling and texting him while making your way to Savanaclaw. You had even tried to call Jack and Leona to see if they could help. They refused to answer your call. Ruggie had ran into Jack on his way back to the dorm who took him to Mostro Lounge to try and cheer him up. Jack texted Leona who felt somewhat at fault (it was like 20% his fault) who begrudgingly got up from his napping spot and joined them in the lounge. After the annoying amount of texts and alls Ruggie received from you he turned off his phone and picked at his food that was brought out to him. After what felt like an eternity (it was only about 20 minutes) of you searching for your boyfriend, a certain butler I mean eel twin sent you a text with a picture saying “I have a certain Hyena who looks like a kicked puppy. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about it would you?”

You quickly made you way to the lounge, practically busting down the door (you would get an earful form Azul later). You quickly looked around spotting the three furry friends. As you ran to the table you had to stop and catch your breath once you reached them.

“Seriously _____? What the hell is wrong with you” Jack said as he looked at you.

Finally catching your breath, you were about to speak before Leona cut you off. “Well herbivore, I can’t believe you went through with it.” Causing Jack and Ruggie to look between the both of you with confused expressions.

“What is he talking about ____?” Ruggie asked still looking beaten down.

“Crewel told me I had to get Leona to class or I would get in trouble. So I told Leona that and he said if I went through with the prank that he would attend school.”

“I didn’t think you would actually go through with it” Leona mumbled.

Ruggie stood up and got close to you. “So you didn’t mean it?”

“Oh Rugs, of course not. I love you so much” you smiled at him. Ruggie’s ears perked up and his tail wagging once again latching onto as tightly as he could. You reached up and pet behind his ears while giggling. Leona fake gagged out loud, Jack smacked his arm. “I’m sorry Ruggie.”

“It’s okay, I’m sorry for running out like that” he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Do you want to go eat the rest of the doughnuts?”

His head perked up and he nodded rapidly. Grabbing his hand you both walked out of the lounge and back to Ramshackle.

How it happened (If you didn’t use Leona)

You texted Ruggie asking you to meet at Ramshackle saying you needed help with something and that you made him something to eat. He obviously finished with his chores as quickly as possible and rushed over. His tail wagging rapidly when he finally made it to your dorm. He walked in and sat on the couch when you told him to before you brought him the doughnuts. He took the plate and started eating and asked what you needed help with. You had everything already set up when you hit record and clicked on the first slide. “People I would cheat on my boyfriend with.” Ruggie stops chewing and looks at you. Going to the next slide “Absolutely no one. Nobody is better for me than my boyfriend” you wait a couple of seconds before clicking to the last slide which shows a picture of Sebek (you received thanks to Lilia). Ruggie tilted his head with a confused frown on his face looking absolutely adorable.

“Who is that?” He says trying to figure out who it is.

“Sebek, he’s in Diasomnia” you speak up. All he does is start laughing.

“Good luck with that!” He is laughing to the point of tears “you’ll go deaf like a minute into the first conversation you have with him shishishi.”

“This didn’t go as planned” you said smiling at him.

“You owe me cuddles for wasting my time” he set the plate on the coffee table and held is arms out.

Rook Hunt

He knows this is a prank

But yes, amuse him. He needs some entertainment to stimulate his brain. He’s gonna have a field day with this.

How it happened:

You and Rook were in his room as you sat everything up he was watching you from his position on the edge of his bed. You hit record and pulled up the first screen. “People I would cheat on my boyfriend with” you looked at him he sat with a smirk on his face. You clicked the next screen “No one in the world is more handsome or better than my boyfriend” you looked at him.

“Well don’t keep me waiting mon amour” he says leaning forward placing his elbows on his knees resting his head on his hands.

“You know about this prank don’t you?”

“Oui, but I am curious as to who you decided to use.”

You clicked to the last slide where the queen himself was perched on his throne. A picture you used from one of his recent photo shoots.

“Let’s play a game mon ange. You hide and I’ll find you. I do have to teach you not to pull something like this” Rook says standing up from his spot. You didn’t even bother to grab your phone as you ran out of his room and out of the Pomfiore dorm. He walks over to your still recording phone with a smirk and a wink before stopping the recording. Little did you know that before he went to find you he stopped to have a little chat with the queen in question.

Jamil Viper

I’m not really sure how he would react honestly.

Like depending on who it is will get different reactions from him

How it happened (if you used Kalim):

Let’s say you were over at Scarabia doing who knows what. When you got up and set everything up he just looked at you with a sigh. He’s tired okay. All day he deals with Kalim’s shenanigans and then when he wants to have a chill night with you after finally getting Kalim to sleep you have to act like a brat. After hitting record you click on the first slide. “People I would cheat on my boyfriend with” you say before clicking on the next slide. “Nobody. Because I love him and only him.” He sits looking unamused when you click to the last slide where a picture of you and Kalim (that he took cause you two were being cute instead of stupid for once) was the whole slide.

He takes a deep breath as he stood up walking over to you. He stopped your phone from recording while looking you in the eyes. You took a step back while keeping eye contact (because he has pretty eyes). And would you look at that, you are now affected by his unique magic. RIP you I guess.

How it happened (if you didn’t use Kalim):

You skipped into the Scarabia kitchen where Jamil was making dinner for the dorm. He heard your footsteps as you hit the entrance of the kitchen. “Don’t even think about it.”

That stopped you in your tracks. “Don’t do what?” You tried to play dumb.

“Don’t open that slideshow” he said, all while not turning around and focusing on the food.

“How did you know?”

“I heard Ace blabbering to Floyd at practice today.”

“Damn it!”

Jade Leech

RIP you. Like you have absolutely no chance of living. Neither does the poor soul who’s picture you used

You better try and catch him at a good time, that may help a little bit

How it happened (If you used Azul/Floyd):

You were in Jade’s room waiting for the right time do pull this off. He was minding his own business with his babies (mushrooms) and so you got to work setting everything up. Once you finished you got Jade’s attention and hit record. Clicking the first slide you didn’t have to say anything as he read the title out loud. He took over and clicked to the last slide where you had a picture of Azul or Floyd (your choice).

“That can be arranged” was all he said before standing up and leaving the room.

How it happened (if you used someone else):

You were in Jade’s room waiting for the right time do pull this off. He was minding his own business with his babies (mushrooms) and so you got to work setting everything up. Once you finished you got Jade’s attention and hit record. Clicking the first slide you didn’t have to say anything as he read the title out loud. He took over and clicked to the last slide where you had a picture of Rook. Jade sat staring at the screen for a few seconds. “The hunter?” He raises an eyebrow then looks over to you. “My darling, if you wanted to be treated like prey all you had to do was ask.” He looked at you with a menacing smile. You royally fucked up dude(gn)

Floyd Leech

Shrimpy thinks they’re funny.

Shrimpy thinks he won’t resort to murder.

Shrimpy is wrong.

Out of both of the leech twins, Floyd is most likely to resort to murder as a first reaction. Yours or the other person I don’t know. But tread lightly. Floyd would only share you with his brother. So if you use him then you might be safe. If not then I will make sure you and your fake lover have a wonderful funeral.

How it happened (if you used Jade):

Floyd was over at Ramshackle draped across your lap complaining about Azul making him work over time. (Azul actually only made sure he worked the required shift he had). You had a brilliant idea since Floyd was in a relatively good mood. You got everything set up while he was on his mini tangent cussing out Azul and got his attention by kissing his forehead. “Whatcha showin me Shrimpy?” He rolled over to be able to see the screen. Clicking on the first screen Floyd read it before you could. He laughed a little “Shrimpy has a death with do they?” He clicked through the next few slides and found it was Jade on the screen.

You sat in silence as he professed the information. “Floyd?”

“If I knew my slut wanted to get fucked by my brother I would have let it happen earlier.” He said extremely serious. He stood up and turned off the recording. He threw you over his shoulder and walked out of Ramshackle to the botanical garden where Jade was.

How it happened (if you used Riddle):

Floyd was over at Ramshackle draped across your lap complaining about Azul making him work over time. (Azul actually only made sure he worked the required shift he had). You had a brilliant idea since Floyd was in a relatively good mood. You got everything set up while he was on his mini tangent cussing out Azul and got his attention by kissing his forehead. “Whatcha showin me Shrimpy?” He rolled over to be able to see the screen. Clicking on the first screen Floyd read it before you could. He laughed a little “Shrimpy has a death with do they?” He clicked through the next few slides and found it was Riddle on screen. “Goldfishie and Shrimpy huh?” In the blink of an eye, your phone stopped recording and you had been pinned down to the couch with Floyd leaning dangerously close smiling with all his sharp teeth on display.

“Floyd it was a prank I swear! I won’t do it again!”

“Oh no, Shrimpy wanted to play” he said before his smile dropped and he looked like he wanted to kill something. “So we’re gonna play.”

Lilia Vanrouge

Bat daddy has been around the block when it comes to pranks. So it’s actually hilarious that you think you could pull this one over on him. But please, entertain your old man.

Let’s say you had everything set up when he arrived at your dorm. He knew what was gonna happen as soon as he saw you were recording. He of course acted like he had no clue just to see this play out.

So he sat patiently as you clicked and read through the first two screens.

How it happened:

You were quick to click and read through the first two slides. Lilia sat in silence trying his best to hide a smirk when he saw who you used for the last slide. He was expecting a lot of things. None of them being one of his sons. Much less the future king of Briar Valley. “Are you sure about that?” He spoke up causing you to jump as he had been dead silent.

“What?” You asked.

He stood up and walked over to you. “I asked if you were sure about your decision.”

“It’s just a prank Lilia” you spoke nervously, feeling small under his gaze.

“You’re lying.”

“N-no I’m not” you stammered out.

“My love. Haven’t you ever been told not to lie to the fae?” He sends you a scary smirk.

Silver

Gonna be honest, this man is probably gonna fall asleep as soon as you start the prank.

But let’s say by some magical force he does stay awake. You have to hurry to get through just in case.

You already had everything set up and were recording his face through the first two slides.

How it happened:

Silver was sat on your couch and watched as you went through the first to slides. He started dozing off so you clicked to the last slide that had a picture of Bat daddy (Lilia). Silver smirked.

“I think it’s weird to want to fuck your future father in-law, but go ahead. Just don’t let him finish in you. That pleasure belongs to me” he said before he fell asleep with a smirk on his face leaving you still recording with a very flustered expression.

Little did you know that Silver somehow got a copy of the video and showed it to his father. Lilia just chuckled as Silver went over the rules with him to fulfill your little fantasy (prank or not).

#trey clover x mc #cater diamond #ruggie bucci x reader #jamil viper #floyd leech #jade leech #rook hunt #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #x male reader #x gn reader #x fem!reader #twst smut #twst fluff #x reader #x mc #x you smut

[fungifanart]

Hey Fungiiii! Hope you're doing well!

Could I request a fluffy Trey x M!reader story bc where the reader is stressed and burned out because of life, and it's keeping him from being able to do anything creatively (writing is preferred but I'm leaving it completely up to you). Also could it be an established relationship and Trey decides to comfort reader with tea and possibly cuddles?

Fatigue

Characters: Male reader, Yuu!reader, Trey Clover, Grim

CW: Burnout/Writer's block, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 643

Notes: Hey, BIIIIIIIIIITCH! Of course you can! Funny you requested this, since I'm kinda going through some writer's block of my own, but I managed to get this one done, regardless! (Even if it's pretty short)

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Among many other things, Trey Clover is known throughout Heartslabyul for essentially being the entire dorm's dependable big brother. Whether it be guiding his underclassmen through their homework, calming the seemingly bottomless pit of rage that is his housewarden or preparing a banquet's worth of sweets for an unbirthday party the next day, they know that he'll handle it with his usual playful smirk.

So, what could cause said smirk to waver like it's doing right now?

Perhaps the fact that he's spent the whole of exam week rarely seeing hide or hair of his beloved boyfriend, only to find out later that said boyfriend had to fight for his life against a THIRD overblot ON TOP of basically signing his dorm away.

Upon receiving this information, Trey does the unthinkable and drops his responsibilities, packing himself off to Ramshackle, determined to make sure his boyfriend is okay and then give him a piece of his mind for not telling him about it, only to be let in by the dorm's resident ghosts rather than the Prefect himself, causing his anger to be accompanied by growing concern.

Finally reaching the Prefect’s room, Trey opens the door to reveal his boyfriend slumped over on his desk in front of a typewriter, his head on its side facing away from the door.

Panicking, Trey rushes to his boyfriend's side, “Y/n! Are you okay?!” He asks while shaking his lover, who only turns his head around to face him.

“I'm going insane, my love.” The Prefect says in a monotone voice.

“What do you mean??” Trey asks while sitting the other man up in his chair, his anger temporarily on the shelf.

“It’s just so unfair! I didn't have any time to write during exam week and then suddenly I had to worry about not losing my entire dorm to some wannabe mob boss and then not getting shish-kabobed when the same guy threw a temper tantrum!” The Prefect rants while making wild hand gestures, “I finally found time to write and thought I could use my experiences as inspiration, but when I think about what happened, my hands start shaking and my brain can barely string one sentence together!”

The Prefect’s rant slows down as he turns and buries his face in Trey's chest, “And the worst part of it all is that I've barely been able to see you the entire time! I-I really missed you, y'know?” He says with a small sniffle that causes Trey's anger to melt away.

Pulling the Prefect out of his chair and onto the bed, Trey sits next to him and places a soft, but passionate kiss on his lips, “I missed you too, Y/n. I missed you a lot.” He says after pulling away.

Trey really can't stay mad at him, can he?

However, seeing the Prefect eyeing his typewriter again, Trey quickly pulls him into another hug and then onto their backs on the bed, “I think we've both earned a little rest, don't you?”

The Prefect opens his mouth to protest when Grim, who has been curled up near the back of the bed until now, pipes up, “Myrrgh…please…can't take the sound of crumpling paper anymore…” He groans before putting his head back down.

Trey raises his own head to look at the trash can next to the desk, sees that it's overflowing with balled-up pieces of paper and is about to give his boyfriend a knowing smirk when he looks back to see said boyfriend already fast asleep, the fatigue of everything he's gone through having finally caught up with him.

Trey's smirk is replaced with a loving smile as he tucks himself and the Prefect under the covers, “Sleep well, Y/n.” He says while placing a small kiss on his forehead before getting comfortable and closing his eyes as well.

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