Love Is War

Taglist for Love Is War ; A twistedchatterbox original

Summary: 3 days, 2 rivals, 1 choice. Tags. Love Rivalry, Choose Your Own Ending, Fluff, Angst, Toxic Rivalry, Not-Really-Rivalry, This Will Break Things, Chivalry is Not Dead, You Must Choose, Someone Will Cry, This Is Fluffier Than It Looks, I Promise-

• Prolouge : . . .

. . . 1 / 2 / poll / 3

(edit; realized that co-writer isn't exactly accurate)

I might bring this project back- but only if i know people will actually interact with the story, so i will set a goal;

if this post can reach at least 50 reblogs by the 10th of July, i will begin to work on it again.

if not? good luck trying again in 2024, i suppose.

Day 16 - You remembered that?

About: G/N reader × Malleus Draconia, you/your pronouns, feelings development, fluff, cute, beginning of friendship and romance

First time writing something like this, I hope I did well ><

Day 16 of @twistedchatterbox 's collab <3

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"Did you call for me?"

It was a sunny day and while scrolling through your magi phone, you had come across a big tamagotchi sale online.

The shop was doing an Easter discount so all tamagotchis were being sold at half the price.

They had tamagotchi from all series, and as you looked around the online shop, you found quite a lot that suited your taste aesthetically.

However, as they were from different all from different generations, you had trouble deciding which one to get.

Buying all of them would have been too expensive and quite unfair to other people, yet the time passed and you couldn't decide...

Suddenly, a thought crosses your mind.

You remembered there was someone who knew a lot about tamagotchis, someone who could guide you through the different kinds and help you decide.

That is how you ended up in this situation...

"Did you call for me?"

Malleus asked in a curious tone.

He wasn't used to people looking for him, especially not to chat.

You smile at him.

You weren't sure he would actually come, he has always seemed pretty distant from everyone and you've never seen him talk much.

But for some reason, when you saw him arrive you could feel your heart growing warm and happiness spreading around your chest.

"Yeah! If you have time right now, could you please help me? I have quite a predicament and you're the only person I can ask..."

You giggle nervously, hoping Malleus won't deny you his help.

Malleus looks at you and smiles.

It's a soft and kind smile, though it seems like a practiced one, a polite smile to showcase when interacting with people, rather than a smile from the heart.

"Of course I have time for you.

It's an honor to be able to be of help to you. Just tell me what you need help with and I'll do the best I can to assist you."

"Thank you so much!"

You say as you smile at him warmly.

You take out your phone and you show him the online shop.

"I saw that they were doing a tamagotchi sale earlier, and I would love to get one, but sadly I lack the knowledge and I just can't choose which one to get... I was wondering if maybe you could help me choose?

I remember you like tamagotchis, so I thought I could ask you.

I also thought you might be interested, in case you wanted a friend for your tamagotchi... Or maybe, your tamagotchi and the one I'll get can be friends!"

You giggle at the idea.

You were talking so easily to Malleus, your initial fear of him seemed so distant now.

At first, you had thought of him as someone cold and scary, his eyes were sharp and he rarely smiled, making you feel nervous around him

But ever since you saw him run around nervously, frantically looking for someone to fix his tamagotchi, doing his best to talk to people he had never spoken to before, you realised that maybe he wasn't a bad person and he just... needed to be understood.

You look at him and your eyes widen in surprise.

You didn't expect him to take your words seriously, rather, you thought he would just politely laugh them off.

Instead, Malleus looked touched, as if your looking for him in this scenario had made him feel accepted and cared for, and your friendship suggestion made him even happier.

"You... remembered that?"

He asked, his voice a faint sound full of joy.

You couldn't help but think that this secret side of him you never thought you'd see was actually...

cute.

A soft, warm smile appears on your face as your beaming eyes look at him.

"Of course I did! It's what made me want to be friends with you"

You say cheerfully.

It was the truth.

While you did think of him as scary at first, ever since that time he had been on your mind, thought of wanting to be friends and wanting to talk to him occupied your mind night and day.

Malleus was stunned by your sudden confession, it seem that he did not get much attention and care before.

He couldn't believe someone would want to be his friend and would actively look for him.

He smiles once more, but this time his smile feels real, a smile that comes from the heart.

"Haha, I see... Then I shall help you.

Well, if you want my opinion I recommend you get one of the older models of tamagotchi, the connection series are quite good. I would also recommend one of the Tamagotchi P's, they are more complete versions of the original series and are compatible with the original characters."

Malleus had started explaining the differences between the new and old models, as well as their pro's and con's, as you listened to him attentively, nodding in understanding as he spoke.

"Then... Which one would you pick?"

You ask him curiously after his explanation.

He had talked a lot about what beginners would like and be more comfortable with but rather than that... you found yourself wanting to know more about him.

Malleus looks at you confused, then at the screen of your magi phone with the open tab showing the online shop, absorbed in his thoughts.

He seems to be thinking about what the correct answer would be, and what you were expecting him to say.

He seems to have misunderstood your intentions.

Seeing him like this makes you giggle, his behaviour made you think he was extremely precious.

"Let's get matching ones!"

You say happily, clearing up the small misunderstanding.

Malleus seems taken aback by your offer, but soon after his initial surprise, he smiles at you once more.

You've never seen him smile so much, not to someone outside from his usual group, at least.

As your heart skips a beat, you can't help but think that he has a very pretty smile.

"If I were to choose a model for myself I will pick a Tamagotchi On Wonder Garden model, they are fun with different characters and the amount of content and characters available is great.

They also have some interesting exclusive mechanics, would you like to hear about it?"

Malleus asks curiously as he continues to talk about the models, not realizing how much time has already passed since you two started talking.

He gets to excited when he gets to talk to someone with the same hobbies as him.

If only you knew how long he's been waiting for this moment to talk about his hobby to someone... to a friend.

The two of you keep talking and chatting until the sun is about to set.

It's getting late, but you both want to keep on talking more.

Malleus is enjoying your company, the two of you talked for hours about tamagotchis and many other things.

But now it is getting dark and you both have to go back.

Malleud gets shy as he thinks about you.

'I hope we can talk more tomorrow...' he thinks to himself...

He politely thanks you for chatting with him and says his farewell.

He smiles and turns to walk home.

You watch Malleus' back as he leaves to go back to his dormitory.

You get shy as you think about him, thinking to yourself that you want to talk more...

"Tomorrow!"

You suddenly shout at Malleus, who has already walked quite a bit and is a few metres away from you now.

Malleus turns to look at you, the physical distance between you two making you unable to see his expression well, as the sun sets behind him.

"Let's talk again tomorrow!"

Malleus waves and you both turn around to go each back to your own dormitory, butterflies flying around happily in your stomach.

Maybe it was just your impression, maybe your eyes were deceiving you, but for a moment... you could swear you saw Malleus blush.

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reblogging this whenever i can because its great

Love Is War

Taglist for Love Is War ; A twistedchatterbox original

Summary: 3 days, 2 rivals, 1 choice. Tags. Love Rivalry, Choose Your Own Ending, Fluff, Angst, Toxic Rivalry, Not-Really-Rivalry, This Will Break Things, Chivalry is Not Dead, You Must Choose, Someone Will Cry, This Is Fluffier Than It Looks, I Promise-

• Prolouge : . . .

. . . 1 / 2 / poll / 3

@oepionie @sephyriae @neojiarchives @moxxbox @midreallyhascoolbrainrots @spadecentral @lunavixia @la-lolita @rayisalive @siphoklansan @heatofmyexoheart @v-anrouge

insatiable

Summary.No plot

tags. Jade Leech. This gets suggestive though it is not explicit, GN-ish reader? This was written for me by me though, You/your pronouns, your boyfie sleeps without his shirt on, he hides his sweater so that you gotta cuddle him instead, some making out? idfk, fluff, slice of life, domestic fluff, college AU if you know me, SFW intimacy, skin-to-skin contact, cuddly loverboy for you, no beta we overblot like men and this drained me of life, tumblr refused to process it for over seven times ffs

Wordcount; 2000+ | Masterlist & Taglist

Cold; it’s late at night, or too early in the morning, but either way you lay awake in the arms of your soulmate, clicking away at a console to tire yourself out until you can sleep again. The winter time weather’s thawing meant for more rain, yet the white noise couldn’t be further from your mind, not able to relax as his body unconsciously and habitually sought after yours, your touch, clumsy in his sleep yet yearning for you.

His body feels warm against yours, though cooling off, most likely leeching off of your warmth. The thought makes you huff in amusement, faintly shaking your head against the pillow, making yourself comfier in the process, and making him seemingly more aware of you as well. Touch of his nose against your shoulder blade makes you tense at how cold that part is specifically, eliciting shivers down your spine when he cuddles up right against your back, holding you against his body with nothing separating skin-on-skin contact between you two. Well, the knowledge of your boyfriend sleeping shirtless and hooking his limbs around was surely stirring you awake into what could be considered a good time as well as torture for your racing heart. Whether fueled by you, or his ever curious wandering hands, you are not sure, but you will settle for the answer of both, swaying in favour of the latter when he lazily repositions himself, caging you within his body, curled up like a shrimp as if trying to protect you in his sleep. The idea makes your gaze soften in adoration, even if your feeling heart continues to march on far too fast for your liking; unable to hold still as the object of your affections nuzzles and cuddles his face further onto the spot where the side of your neck meets your collarbones. You unhurriedly save your process before turning off your console, feeling that you won’t be focused enough to get anything useful done somewhere in the back of your mind. Carefully placing it back into its holder within your nightstand, a plastic divider separating it from the couple of jewellery boxes that held your boyfriend’s piercings and such, you close the drawer. The half asleep vicewarden half-trills, not awake enough to stir from your momentary reach, he settles for gently squeezing you as he cuddles you back into place like a body pillow, acting very adorably similar to a koala. You smile at the passing thought, momentarily pausing to slow down and properly admire such a cute mental image closer as it fills you to the brim with the happy feeling you’ve grown to call love. Some days you feel so emotionally fulfilled knowing that only you get to see him like this. And that train of thought abruptly reaches a stop when he slips in his knee, bringing you out of your love dazed daydream, his thigh moving between your thighs and drawing up until it reaches the apex between, unsure of how awake he is, you try to hold as still as you can. Thankfully, he was happy enough in dreamland to settle for that, for reasons unknown to you. You take another moment to note how he has subtly shifted in place while you were deeper in thought, namely, the way his face now rested comfortably against your hair, making you unable to ignore the warmth breathes that traveled down your neck. Sighing, you close your eyes and simply let yourself rest against the bicep below your head, your hands just resting idly next to your body. High waisted, soft pyjama shorts unaccompanied of the matching blouse, you lean back into your boyfriend’s body for warmth under the covers. Knowing him, he stuffed his sweater, your favourite, under his pillow, making it more convenient to cuddle him instead. Not that he’d ever admit if you called him out on it, but really, there was no reason to. You enjoyed having a convenient excuse to enjoy this, it was mutually beneficial banter if anything; and some part of you rolled eyes at that train of ideas, perhaps the benevolent dorm of dubious arrangements brought the worst(best) out of you in this regard. Your thoughts began to act as your white noise. Unable to pinpoint when the white noise turned static, resting hearts and soft breathing filled the room. You dreamt of something idle, dreaming nothing, yet accompanied by the smell of mushrooms and coffee, the serenity-inducing scent of rain and earth mixed like a wonderful blend of things that felt a lot like love. Something in the back of your mind stirred out of sleep, barely dragging you up with it, far too warm to consider opening your eyes until a pair of cold hands made way onto your bare skin; making your soul flinch out of your body like a knee-jerk reaction, as your thighs trapped his where it idly rested. Damn-near fully conscious, you blink once, twice, slowly allowing your mind to catch upon your body. Your boyfriend hugging you was one of the first things, feeling his bare chest against your back made you shiver for reasons unrelated to the cold night time temperatures of octavinelle. And as your mind cleared enough to focus on sound, you heard trills. It almost sounded like crooning noises, muffled by his face buried in the tangled mess of hair he surely contributed to the making of. Next, the sheets, which were a jumbled mess, unlike the now-rare times he slept on his own, the soft comforter and everything were folded and skewed around, pulled and pushed off, half-half, so-so and most definitely a mess. The sweatpants he put on the prior night ever so slightly slipping off by the side of his hip, which you can feel very clearly, yet choose not to for the sake of your own clarity, Surely, not meant to last for long if he had a say in it, leaning down to nuzzle and press sloppy, sleepy kisses up and down the pulse beating against your neck. The beat of your heart raced– but maybe it wasn’t yours, maybe it –your heart–, really was for him to keep. Some part of you becomes sure of it when you feel the rows of teeth, sharp, giving you the softest nip he can manage. Not wanting to prick you by accident, and perhaps it was habitual, if the rumbling noise from his chest in response to you tucking hair out of his way is anything to go by. You blink away some sleep caught in the corners of your eye, opening them properly.Morning.. you attempt to say, to greet him, yet It’s barely a whisper, drowned out by the drowsiness and the sea of sleep in your body…you sighed; alright, you could improvise. Above your shoulder, you can see.. light rays peeking through the curtain. Light often does not reach the octavinelle dorms, for most people, the dorm is resided and encased in cold, deep depths beneath the waters’ surface, though some days you find yourself amused by the idea of it having a comedic vendetta against your beloved; as it passes through the curtains, landing right on his eyes. You swear you feel bad, you swear you do internally to yourself but you must laugh if not at the comedic irony, then at the sour, pouty expression of Jade’s, and the way he stubbornly hides himself from light’s way by acting like a cat, nuzzling onto you, face first. Jade makes an immensely upset and sulky noise, though you can hear it in his voice that it’s not against you. He really is not a morning person, you giggle, placing your palm above his eyes in mercy. He sighs,content with your touch, and being as cuddly as he is, makes no resistance when you softly tug onto his arm; making himself comfortable and snug with his arms wrapped around your hips and waist, leaning on one cheek as his head rests on your collarbone, right above your chest; comfortable with your new arrangement, you wiggle a little to make it cosy and settle your hands within his hair, soothing it out in slow, relaxing motions that make him trill and croon. Once again, you compare the cunning, widely feared vice warden to a cuddly, lovey teddy bear. Or.. teddy-eel? Well, you weren’t awake enough to care about shower thoughts. As the idle, repeating motion goes on and you are lulled by the white noise of water, too awake to fall asleep again, yet unwilling to leave the bed, you resort to watching the aquatic life of the dorm’s outside waters, reflected by the mirror on the door with half-lidded eyes. And, really, the feeling of your boyfriend’s sizable hands- now warm, you sigh in relief- redirecting your attention towards him was to be expected from you, knowing just how cuddly he really is; only for him to squeeze the skin and softness in his palms ,making you more flustered than you’d like to admit for how often it’d happen. His hands repeated his previous gesture, softer. His voice was whispered and mumbled against your skin, the volume akin to his soft breathing, yet you found it so easy to focus and hear over your own heartbeat, which beat like a drum in your ears. He murmured mostly to himself, half awake and nuzzling his cheek against the pulsing vein on your neck, clearly enjoying himself. His talented, uncalloused hands rubbed circles on the sides of your hips, letting go so that he could properly hug you from behind, encircling his arms around you. Slowly, you reach out to him with one hand, following muscle memory to tuck the long stand of his hair behind his ear, relishing in the way he nuzzles into your palm, making you lose your breath as you can sort out the distinctive feel of a smile on his pretty face. You do not hear the words, but you feel them on his lips, and you feel the rumble of its soft nature resting against his lungs. Good Morning. You feel the rumbling of it against your back, it’s pleasant. He slowly closes in on you, unhurried, sleepily and guided by muscle memory, closing the gap between your lips and his; you meet him in the middle where a sigh melts into an exchange of feather light kisses, only when the kisses begin to last longer, when he keeps diving in for more, you close your eyes under his intense gaze.Feeling the air in your lungs grow thin; finding a stable hold on his hair, you try not to tug too hard, pushing lightly when you need to pull away. He slowly lowers  himself to rest his forehead against yours, nuzzling his nose onto your cheek in amusement when he opens his eyes, not even sure at which point he closed those, and sees you well-kissed, well-blushed, and certainly well-loved. Feeling dizzy by the end of the exchange, no longer sure where it began or ended, you let him settle as he wishes, obviously happy with himself as he held you like a little spoon, once again.

Nuzzling against your hair, Jade lets out a sigh that sounds far too relieved to be unintentional, and you swear his pupils have dilated enough to cover the colour of his two toned eyes back then- though it was hard to tell with his eyes being nearly closed. ”-You just look so tasty-” he mumbles with a chuckle that only means trouble, the playful kind that makes both of you late on any other day, he faux-nipped onto a lock of hair, making sure not to make a mess of it, “-I might just never have enough” ; and you might just be starting to believe him if he keeps whispering these things against your ear. it was all entirely silent from there, the waters as white noise and humming tunes.. Until; Jade smile against the crown of your head, mischievous in tone, “Hm~ Darling, We were quite.. pressed up close and personal in our sleep, it seems” He hints, “it was quite lovely to wake up to.” Jade emphasizes, pressing his knee against the back of your legs- Oh.  “Oh fuck you-” You laugh, hsyterical when you meet Jade’s gaze and see his playful expression as he raised his eyebrows. “I might just take you up on that offer next time, my treasure-” he says, probably jokingly in a sing-song tune, and you lose it; while he gazes tenderly, nuzzling into your hair. 

@oepionie @sephyriae @neojiarchives @moxxbox @midreallyhascoolbrainrots @spadecentral @lunavixia @la-lolita @rayisalive @siphoklansan @heatofmyexoheart @v-anrouge

Got me kicking me feet gigglin

#Justicefortheshrimp

#theydon’tgetpaidenough

#actuallytheydon’tgetpaidatall

Something about you heals my soul

tags. sfw, Fluff, Reader is not Yuu, GN Masterlist & pinned

However; he truly rambles when he only his very beloved hedgehogs are there to company. This boy memorized a rule-book thicker than the goddamn bible, and he literally recites it every day because he remembers it from the heart. "I am so lucky.." Riddle sighs, relaxed and truly in love as showns by the dopey, love-struck smile tugging his lips thin; the innocent, clueless companion on his palm noses at his gloves, making him giggle in a rare show of carefree glee, laughing freely. Riddle moves his hedgehog companion to one hand, his left, while he 'booped' said friend's nose with his idle right hand. "Hey" He begins to ask casually, as if the tiny critter could respond. "Do you think I should get roses for my Rose, or would that be a little too cliche?" He asks with a playful tone in his voice and a glee to his free, happy grin; the way his eyes crinkle as the smile reaches his entire face. Only you had this affect on him. Riddle finds himself murmuring the lyrics of the song that you sent to him yesterday after he caught you humming during chores, which he always joins you under the guise of "reminding himself of his basic duties"; you're never fooled by the bluff but you let him get away with it. He knows this, the playful crinkle in your eye, yet you always welcome him and invite him to join you. He finds himself smiling, letting himself on the idle thought process of your favourite tunes. He has a playlist of them, low on volume, playing on a study break when Cater points out how one of the songs has gone trending, and Riddle finds it so easy to slip into the conversation; it's always been so easy to talk about you. "Mhm?" He mumbles, raising his head and correcting his posture, looking to the side to check the songs title; your favourite, it's a song that's a few years old, the one you hum by habit every time you meet up with him. Riddle smiles, "That's my Rose's favourite. I've grown to enjoy it." and Cater excitedly nods, unaware of this side of the previously tyrant-like DormWarden. "My rose, it's raining-" He yawned, 7am, 1 hour before either of you had to wake up, and here you were; wide awake, unable to sleep. You groaned, "I think I didn't eat yesterday, I've gotta go get something.." and Riddle frowned, thinking for a few moments before deciding on the best course of action. "Well.. let me accompany you: also, i doubt I must mention how sick you will get if you go out like this-"  He pointed at your rather thin attire, making you sigh in defeat; aware of how stubborn he would be, you accepted your fate. The click of your go-to boots made you look to the side, watching as Riddle placed them slowly on the floor, only then getting back up to fetch your hoodie and winter coat for you. Once again, he slipped a piece of your favourite dessert onto your tray on lunch; smile reaching his eyes as you thanked him for the treat, accompanied by an ever-delightful "I love you." Riddle has been working on his cooking and baking skills, he knew that sure, Trey could make some for you if he asked but... as embarrassing as it was to admit, Riddle didn't want the vice-warden to ever even find out about your favourites. Riddle wanted to make the treats on his own, for you. Despite the close friendship between him and Trey, he disliked the possibility of said baker to gain a habit of making the desserts. It was an undeniable thing about the 3rd year, and on many occasions it was appreciated, except this time. It was petty for him to be so salty and needlessly possessive over your affection, but it wasn't like anyone needed to know about it.

Truly, it shouldn't be shocking he can recite so much about you; your favourite song, pair of shoes, weather, snacks(much as he tries to deny), flowers, decor, clothing style- everything, he remembers everything he loves about you. He loves you. And he tells you so, with each of these gesture and then some more; when he rests his head on yours, cuddling you from behind, the hand not resting under you idly plays with your hair. Riddle sighs relaxed, happy, tired from the day but not spent enough to sleep just yet. The gentle squeeze of his arms were not enough to wake you up, but he hoped that you still heard it, when his idle hand softly held your face and he whispered -I love you-. Riddle closed his eyes, counting his blessings, he felt so lucky- no, he felt so loved.

Something about you heals my soul

tags. sfw, Fluff, Reader is not Yuu, GN Masterlist & pinned

However; he truly rambles when he only his very beloved hedgehogs are there to company. This boy memorized a rule-book thicker than the goddamn bible, and he literally recites it every day because he remembers it from the heart. "I am so lucky.." Riddle sighs, relaxed and truly in love as showns by the dopey, love-struck smile tugging his lips thin; the innocent, clueless companion on his palm noses at his gloves, making him giggle in a rare show of carefree glee, laughing freely. Riddle moves his hedgehog companion to one hand, his left, while he 'booped' said friend's nose with his idle right hand. "Hey" He begins to ask casually, as if the tiny critter could respond. "Do you think I should get roses for my Rose, or would that be a little too cliche?" He asks with a playful tone in his voice and a glee to his free, happy grin; the way his eyes crinkle as the smile reaches his entire face. Only you had this affect on him. Riddle finds himself murmuring the lyrics of the song that you sent to him yesterday after he caught you humming during chores, which he always joins you under the guise of "reminding himself of his basic duties"; you're never fooled by the bluff but you let him get away with it. He knows this, the playful crinkle in your eye, yet you always welcome him and invite him to join you. He finds himself smiling, letting himself on the idle thought process of your favourite tunes. He has a playlist of them, low on volume, playing on a study break when Cater points out how one of the songs has gone trending, and Riddle finds it so easy to slip into the conversation; it's always been so easy to talk about you. "Mhm?" He mumbles, raising his head and correcting his posture, looking to the side to check the songs title; your favourite, it's a song that's a few years old, the one you hum by habit every time you meet up with him. Riddle smiles, "That's my Rose's favourite. I've grown to enjoy it." and Cater excitedly nods, unaware of this side of the previously tyrant-like DormWarden. "My rose, it's raining-" He yawned, 7am, 1 hour before either of you had to wake up, and here you were; wide awake, unable to sleep. You groaned, "I think I didn't eat yesterday, I've gotta go get something.." and Riddle frowned, thinking for a few moments before deciding on the best course of action. "Well.. let me accompany you: also, i doubt I must mention how sick you will get if you go out like this-"  He pointed at your rather thin attire, making you sigh in defeat; aware of how stubborn he would be, you accepted your fate. The click of your go-to boots made you look to the side, watching as Riddle placed them slowly on the floor, only then getting back up to fetch your hoodie and winter coat for you. Once again, he slipped a piece of your favourite dessert onto your tray on lunch; smile reaching his eyes as you thanked him for the treat, accompanied by an ever-delightful "I love you." Riddle has been working on his cooking and baking skills, he knew that sure, Trey could make some for you if he asked but... as embarrassing as it was to admit, Riddle didn't want the vice-warden to ever even find out about your favourites. Riddle wanted to make the treats on his own, for you. Despite the close friendship between him and Trey, he disliked the possibility of said baker to gain a habit of making the desserts. It was an undeniable thing about the 3rd year, and on many occasions it was appreciated, except this time. It was petty for him to be so salty and needlessly possessive over your affection, but it wasn't like anyone needed to know about it.

Truly, it shouldn't be shocking he can recite so much about you; your favourite song, pair of shoes, weather, snacks(much as he tries to deny), flowers, decor, clothing style- everything, he remembers everything he loves about you. He loves you. And he tells you so, with each of these gesture and then some more; when he rests his head on yours, cuddling you from behind, the hand not resting under you idly plays with your hair. Riddle sighs relaxed, happy, tired from the day but not spent enough to sleep just yet. The gentle squeeze of his arms were not enough to wake you up, but he hoped that you still heard it, when his idle hand softly held your face and he whispered -I love you-. Riddle closed his eyes, counting his blessings, he felt so lucky- no, he felt so loved.

Riddle my beloved 💍

RSA swap: your confidants

Companions, friends, and maybe a little more . . . ♡

ft. Che'nya, Riddle Rosehearts, Neige Blanche, NRC cameos.                                        “Temper with the clock by a couple moments,                                   now your companions have completely changed.”

   ❥ Che’nya : your best friend -> boyfriend

• Your first meeting was very hectic, never has anyone gone from strangers to ride-or-die roommates so quickly only to get even closer by the day without crashing. But you also never expected to end up in another world entirely, so it was not going to be the strangest or the most unrealistic part of your life. • Well, while you may not have been crashing but you were both beginning to crush on the other; you already found him charming, he was attractive and by god were you thankful for him showing up in your life. 

• From Che’nya’s standpoint? You just showed up and he turned his life upside down for you without a second thought, at first he wanted to make sure you were just fine. But then you ended up as roommates, somehow. Not that he was complaining!

• And then he realised he found you cute, so he slept before his heart and brain went into overdrive. It could have been just a crush, he knew that it wasn’t in the back of his mind, but he wasn’t gonna mess anything up by planning something important while half-awake.

• Che’nya is very whimsical and good at going with the flow; he does such a great job at making you feel like you’ve always belonged in twisted wonderland. Casually tells you the history of places or food while you eat, explains references in the books, films and manga you come across; you never feel out of place. • He tutors you whenever you two do your assignments together, and somehow he manages to make things fun; even if not, you both prefer getting it done and out of the way so that you can do something more entertaining. • Che’nya introduces you to his friends at the RSA; you now regularly appear as a guest on Neige’s magicam for Q&As with him and Che’nya.

• At some point the two of you started holding hands wherever you went; it started when Che’nya pranked an NRC student who tried to chase him down and he held your hand while running away, now? It’s weirder when you’re not holding hands. • You two have matching clothes, live together, spend all your time together already, you are called a “package deal” where no one can find one of you without the other. • He likes it when you wear his clothes, especially if they look oversized and ridiculously cute on you; does not even hide it. • No one is shocked when others run into you two on an official date. Not a single person. Even Neige saw this coming.   ❥ Riddle Rosehearts : Your best friend, and tutor. • Riddle is your study buddy; and your accidental wingman. • Riddle would personally help you out with academics too; one because he owed you, secondly because you meant a lot to Che’nya .   …ps. When Che’nya asked Riddle if he would rather leave you to your own devices, or queen forbid, leave you with the Adeuce, the double trouble combo, Riddle tapped wood and thanked his friend even if he’d rather spend more time tutoring heartslabyul students.

• How does he become your wingman..? Well, He accidentally makes your grinning catboy jealous by hogging your attention, only to then point out your contact nickname of the cheshire-look-alike and tell Che’nya he thought you two were already dating.

Riddle could not help but notice though, the one time he accidentally caught a glimpse on your phone, Che’nya’s contact. “Cutie💜” …huh. Well, Riddle supposes that he would never leave someone so close to him alone in a vulnerable spot, he still made a mental note to congratulate his friend later on his love chasing endeavours.

• Mission failed successfully; thanks, Riddle. Now Che’nya is too busy preparing a love confession to be too jealous, but that also means you, this Cheshire’s darling Alice, become too busy fooling around with this catboy to attend half the tea parties Riddle throws.

• He absolutely rants about his first years to you, good luck.

  ❥ Neige Blanche : your rich friend who buys a lot of things for you. • He openly says you are a good friend of his, the absolute sunshine of a boy…

• If you have any artistic talents you can profit off of? He wants to commission you or buy some, let him pay you lots! • RSA's Kalim, except he understands social cues and subtlety, he's just a great enough actor to feign ignorance at perfectly convenient timings too.

• You’ve got a good selection of skincare products now, and he even gives Che’nya some ideas on how to do your makeup if you’d let him (or if you wear make up at all).

• Do you wanna buy something? Retail therapy can be nice sometimes, so just let him know!

• Vil hates your guts, but is also confused how you happened; or how that friendship happened, you tell him you don’t even know how you ended up here and he ends up too concerned for you to hate you.

• Neige once stated you to be his and Vil’s common friend and now that’s a title of yours, enjoy!

• Rook does not follow you or obsess over you, thankfully; he has his hands full between Vil and Neige and the entirety of savannaclaw. ≡;- ꒰ the menu ; the cover ♡꒱ Behind the page, @ . . .

Prologue: RSA swap AU

“How did you get here?” Che'nya x Reader original Bulletin points and drabbles mixed. 2nd person PoV.

ft. Heartslabyul, Neige Blanche is an MVP, the RSA headmaster

Content warnings: Stressful situations, semi-canon-compliant Crowley, running away, but everything works out wonderfully for you in the end.

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3 in 1 ; Azul Ashengrotto ; 1-D-✉️

SFW | no warnings | fluff :D | Reader is not implied to be Yuu GN Reader (you/yours) | 340 words| events here!(requests closed)

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Tap, it made Azul’s head snap to follow the noise, finally taking notice of your hand on the table, tap again; he looks up to meet your eyes, frozen in place as he registers just how close you are to his face, gulping as his Adam's apple bobs. Azul knows he can’t just swallow the nerves when your idle hand reaches up to cup his cheek, swirling his hair on your pointer finger before setting it free; he shouldn’t feel heated from your playing with his hair, but you are just so close he knows you can see him in detail. It would make him insecure had it not been you. You, who closed the distance between his lips and yours, sighing happily upon feeling the softness; he can’t help but sigh in relief, shoulders tensing up only to melt when the hand you previously placed on the table moves onto his hand and travels up his arm, settling on his shoulder. Azul smiles, opening the eyes he didn’t remember closing when you pull back, pulling weakly on your shoulder. “Stay” he whispers. And you nod, you always do; aware of how much he likes having you close after dealing with so many high effort “meetings” and “negotiations” on days like these. You move closer and make yourself cosy on the octomer’s lap, his hands focused helping you settle, no longer gripping a pen with far too much force. Azul’s forehead rests against yours, his glasses pushed up so that the edges didn’t poke you. The cunning yet lovely housewarden made no objection when you quietly reached to grab said glasses, placing them on his desk with one hand while the other combed habitually through his hair back. Humming, your boyfriend nuzzled his nose against yours; eliciting a soft giggle from you and in return, making a smile tug on his lips as you echoed the gesture. Azul tilted his head to the side and closed the distance between, his hand reaching to cup your cheek in the gloved palm.  He had always been quite affectionate.

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3 in 1 ; Azul Ashengrotto ; 1-D-✉️

SFW | no warnings | fluff :D | Reader is not implied to be Yuu GN Reader (you/yours) | 340 words| events here!(requests closed)

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Tap, it made Azul’s head snap to follow the noise, finally taking notice of your hand on the table, tap again; he looks up to meet your eyes, frozen in place as he registers just how close you are to his face, gulping as his Adam's apple bobs. Azul knows he can’t just swallow the nerves when your idle hand reaches up to cup his cheek, swirling his hair on your pointer finger before setting it free; he shouldn’t feel heated from your playing with his hair, but you are just so close he knows you can see him in detail. It would make him insecure had it not been you. You, who closed the distance between his lips and yours, sighing happily upon feeling the softness; he can’t help but sigh in relief, shoulders tensing up only to melt when the hand you previously placed on the table moves onto his hand and travels up his arm, settling on his shoulder. Azul smiles, opening the eyes he didn’t remember closing when you pull back, pulling weakly on your shoulder. “Stay” he whispers. And you nod, you always do; aware of how much he likes having you close after dealing with so many high effort “meetings” and “negotiations” on days like these. You move closer and make yourself cosy on the octomer’s lap, his hands focused helping you settle, no longer gripping a pen with far too much force. Azul’s forehead rests against yours, his glasses pushed up so that the edges didn’t poke you. The cunning yet lovely housewarden made no objection when you quietly reached to grab said glasses, placing them on his desk with one hand while the other combed habitually through his hair back. Humming, your boyfriend nuzzled his nose against yours; eliciting a soft giggle from you and in return, making a smile tug on his lips as you echoed the gesture. Azul tilted his head to the side and closed the distance between, his hand reaching to cup your cheek in the gloved palm.  He had always been quite affectionate.

"You have done perfectly fine, my love"

Summary: You have been overexerting yourself to make ends meet between many things, and you feel less than happy about it. Of course, he is there to catch you. Reader is not Yuu.

SFW | Exhaustion Comfort | GN Reader | Short drabble ft. Riddle Rosehearts | 477 words | Sharing a bed | Fluff A/N: this was requested a long time ago, I've decided on splitting it into two parts. Part 2 is for Malleus, once i get a grip on how to write him.

Riddle gently pulls your thoughts from the zone when he places his hands on your shoulders, his voice is hushed, quieter than usual as if to not startle you. Your hands flinch momentarily only to relax as you non verbally acknowledge him, unaware of his pouting expression. You always do this for him whenever he starts to rip at his seams by neglecting himself, yet you show nowhere near the same concern for yourself; he supposes that it's his duty as your boyfriend to make sure you are as well taken care of as him. Riddle smiles in a soft, gentle manner, moving his right hand up to tuck your stray hair behind your ear; his voice is a murmur in contrast to his infamous volume during school hours, "I missed you," he whispers, and you accept defeat. While he dislikes the seemingly run-down state of your mind, the tired yet happy, genuine smile that finally made its way up to your face makes his heart jump with pride. The hand under your ear traces the shape of your jawline, faintly igniting sparks. You realize he has taken off his gloves now that you pay close attention; Riddle's hand cups your cheek as he leans down to close the distance between your lips.

"You have done perfectly fine, my rose.. Please, let me care for you too." He whispers.

You allow him to hold your hand firmly as he guides you down to lay down on your shared bed; something he had been bashful about upon enrolling, only to insist on it upon realizing that if it wasn't him , then you'd have to share rooms, or worse, beds, with someone else. You remember the way Trey and Cater looked amused, as if it was peak entertainment to them, unable to hold in their chuckles when Riddle wasn't around. Yet you knew Riddle wouldn't do anything, he hated losing his cool around you back then. And he sure as hell wouldn't be able to keep his cool if he had to bring your sleepwear and help you put it on: perhaps you were more exhausted than you thought, but you paid no mind as you allowed him to help you navigate your tired, sleeping limbs. Your heart warmed as you thought about how far he has come, being open to be vulnerable in the same way you were with him; once again off in your thoughts, and stirred back to earth by Riddle as your head hit the pillow. His arms circled your waist, one hand resting on your hip, the other palm moving to the back of your head, easing you into a sweethearts cradle.

As Riddle cuddles your body close, he closes his eyes, finding comfort in how you nuzzled your face into his neck. He breathes a near-silent confession into your ear; "You're my everything"

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"You have done perfectly fine, my love"

Summary: You have been overexerting yourself to make ends meet between many things, and you feel less than happy about it. Of course, he is there to catch you. Reader is not Yuu.

SFW | Exhaustion Comfort | GN Reader | Short drabble ft. Riddle Rosehearts | 477 words | Sharing a bed | Fluff A/N: this was requested a long time ago, I've decided on splitting it into two parts. Part 2 is for Malleus, once i get a grip on how to write him.

Riddle gently pulls your thoughts from the zone when he places his hands on your shoulders, his voice is hushed, quieter than usual as if to not startle you. Your hands flinch momentarily only to relax as you non verbally acknowledge him, unaware of his pouting expression. You always do this for him whenever he starts to rip at his seams by neglecting himself, yet you show nowhere near the same concern for yourself; he supposes that it's his duty as your boyfriend to make sure you are as well taken care of as him. Riddle smiles in a soft, gentle manner, moving his right hand up to tuck your stray hair behind your ear; his voice is a murmur in contrast to his infamous volume during school hours, "I missed you," he whispers, and you accept defeat. While he dislikes the seemingly run-down state of your mind, the tired yet happy, genuine smile that finally made its way up to your face makes his heart jump with pride. The hand under your ear traces the shape of your jawline, faintly igniting sparks. You realize he has taken off his gloves now that you pay close attention; Riddle's hand cups your cheek as he leans down to close the distance between your lips.

"You have done perfectly fine, my rose.. Please, let me care for you too." He whispers.

You allow him to hold your hand firmly as he guides you down to lay down on your shared bed; something he had been bashful about upon enrolling, only to insist on it upon realizing that if it wasn't him , then you'd have to share rooms, or worse, beds, with someone else. You remember the way Trey and Cater looked amused, as if it was peak entertainment to them, unable to hold in their chuckles when Riddle wasn't around. Yet you knew Riddle wouldn't do anything, he hated losing his cool around you back then. And he sure as hell wouldn't be able to keep his cool if he had to bring your sleepwear and help you put it on: perhaps you were more exhausted than you thought, but you paid no mind as you allowed him to help you navigate your tired, sleeping limbs. Your heart warmed as you thought about how far he has come, being open to be vulnerable in the same way you were with him; once again off in your thoughts, and stirred back to earth by Riddle as your head hit the pillow. His arms circled your waist, one hand resting on your hip, the other palm moving to the back of your head, easing you into a sweethearts cradle.

As Riddle cuddles your body close, he closes his eyes, finding comfort in how you nuzzled your face into his neck. He breathes a near-silent confession into your ear; "You're my everything"

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3 in 1 ; Vil Schoenheit; 5-D-💌

GN Reader | Reader is not Yuu | SFW | no warnings | fluff Implied proposal off-camera | 493 words| events here!

Vil Schoenheit is an intimate lover, affectionate, and some would even argue, clingier than expected. On most days, he would dismiss the whispering voices that figuratively and literally followed him wherever he went, yet some days even the fairest ones could shoulder tension; it was simply the way Vil carried himself, his well-practiced composure, which fooled everyone. But there would always be exceptions, even his case: you. You, Vil’s exception to many things, namely his dorm’s rules to start; much to many others dismay and whining, it was only fair for his fairest lover. It is only fair, you’d think, knowing how often the silent tension would damper his mood on his worse days. Sometimes, you’d surprise him with a kiss on the cheek, but it was mostly on the lips, a kiss to wake up your boyfriend from his gloomy “day-dreams”. Every now and then, you’d pull him out of his sighs and huffs with a hug, and he’d return your affections gently. Vil needed that, but he never knew. He can’t imagine how he made it past his stress before you loved him, no, not anymore. He loves your affection, your intimacy, he wants it and now some could even say he needs you there to be with him. And while Vil loved to say he was a powerful queen on his own, he did not like the idea of being alone anymore; not without you, surely you’d take the seat next to his, wouldn’t you? Favouritism be damned, you were his love, you’d laughed and agreed, always finding ways to make him happier. You would never call him out when he was ever-so-slightly out of character, you’d play along knowingly and he could always tell; you’d indulge him, sweet dove, his fairest of all. You were and still are Vil’s sweet indulgence, and he swears he will bring forth his full potential and yours to be worth that love, your love. Yet, you smile all the wider at his words and ask if this is his way of asking to do your makeup today too, happiness soaking your words and reaching all the way up to your eyes; and not even his years of acting could secure a poker face, not when you look at him with those beautiful eyes. Vil lets out a light laugh, unable to hold back his own smile, a perfect match for yours. Maybe, he says, maybe it is but he means every word. And you lean in closer on his lap, mouthing a gentle, bubbly me too against his lips. Such sweet love, the way his soft, slender hands move up to close your eyes with his palm as he contemplates the palette of your matching looks. You barely whisper the words; “I’ll indulge you for the rest of our lives” and his lips meet yours again,“me too”, Vil whispers into the kiss, as if it’s a secret.

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"You have done perfectly fine, my love"

Summary: You have been overexerting yourself to make ends meet between many things, and you feel less than happy about it. Of course, he is there to catch you. Reader is not Yuu.

SFW | Exhaustion Comfort | GN Reader | Short drabble ft. Riddle Rosehearts | 477 words | Sharing a bed | Fluff A/N: this was requested a long time ago, I've decided on splitting it into two parts. Part 2 is for Malleus, once i get a grip on how to write him.

Riddle gently pulls your thoughts from the zone when he places his hands on your shoulders, his voice is hushed, quieter than usual as if to not startle you. Your hands flinch momentarily only to relax as you non verbally acknowledge him, unaware of his pouting expression. You always do this for him whenever he starts to rip at his seams by neglecting himself, yet you show nowhere near the same concern for yourself; he supposes that it's his duty as your boyfriend to make sure you are as well taken care of as him. Riddle smiles in a soft, gentle manner, moving his right hand up to tuck your stray hair behind your ear; his voice is a murmur in contrast to his infamous volume during school hours, "I missed you," he whispers, and you accept defeat. While he dislikes the seemingly run-down state of your mind, the tired yet happy, genuine smile that finally made its way up to your face makes his heart jump with pride. The hand under your ear traces the shape of your jawline, faintly igniting sparks. You realize he has taken off his gloves now that you pay close attention; Riddle's hand cups your cheek as he leans down to close the distance between your lips.

"You have done perfectly fine, my rose.. Please, let me care for you too." He whispers.

You allow him to hold your hand firmly as he guides you down to lay down on your shared bed; something he had been bashful about upon enrolling, only to insist on it upon realizing that if it wasn't him , then you'd have to share rooms, or worse, beds, with someone else. You remember the way Trey and Cater looked amused, as if it was peak entertainment to them, unable to hold in their chuckles when Riddle wasn't around. Yet you knew Riddle wouldn't do anything, he hated losing his cool around you back then. And he sure as hell wouldn't be able to keep his cool if he had to bring your sleepwear and help you put it on: perhaps you were more exhausted than you thought, but you paid no mind as you allowed him to help you navigate your tired, sleeping limbs. Your heart warmed as you thought about how far he has come, being open to be vulnerable in the same way you were with him; once again off in your thoughts, and stirred back to earth by Riddle as your head hit the pillow. His arms circled your waist, one hand resting on your hip, the other palm moving to the back of your head, easing you into a sweethearts cradle.

As Riddle cuddles your body close, he closes his eyes, finding comfort in how you nuzzled your face into his neck. He breathes a near-silent confession into your ear; "You're my everything"

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"You have done perfectly fine, my love"

Summary: You have been overexerting yourself to make ends meet between many things, and you feel less than happy about it. Of course, he is there to catch you. Reader is not Yuu.

SFW | Exhaustion Comfort | GN Reader | Short drabble ft. Riddle Rosehearts | 477 words | Sharing a bed | Fluff A/N: this was requested a long time ago, I've decided on splitting it into two parts. Part 2 is for Malleus, once i get a grip on how to write him.

Riddle gently pulls your thoughts from the zone when he places his hands on your shoulders, his voice is hushed, quieter than usual as if to not startle you. Your hands flinch momentarily only to relax as you non verbally acknowledge him, unaware of his pouting expression. You always do this for him whenever he starts to rip at his seams by neglecting himself, yet you show nowhere near the same concern for yourself; he supposes that it's his duty as your boyfriend to make sure you are as well taken care of as him. Riddle smiles in a soft, gentle manner, moving his right hand up to tuck your stray hair behind your ear; his voice is a murmur in contrast to his infamous volume during school hours, "I missed you," he whispers, and you accept defeat. While he dislikes the seemingly run-down state of your mind, the tired yet happy, genuine smile that finally made its way up to your face makes his heart jump with pride. The hand under your ear traces the shape of your jawline, faintly igniting sparks. You realize he has taken off his gloves now that you pay close attention; Riddle's hand cups your cheek as he leans down to close the distance between your lips.

"You have done perfectly fine, my rose.. Please, let me care for you too." He whispers.

You allow him to hold your hand firmly as he guides you down to lay down on your shared bed; something he had been bashful about upon enrolling, only to insist on it upon realizing that if it wasn't him , then you'd have to share rooms, or worse, beds, with someone else. You remember the way Trey and Cater looked amused, as if it was peak entertainment to them, unable to hold in their chuckles when Riddle wasn't around. Yet you knew Riddle wouldn't do anything, he hated losing his cool around you back then. And he sure as hell wouldn't be able to keep his cool if he had to bring your sleepwear and help you put it on: perhaps you were more exhausted than you thought, but you paid no mind as you allowed him to help you navigate your tired, sleeping limbs. Your heart warmed as you thought about how far he has come, being open to be vulnerable in the same way you were with him; once again off in your thoughts, and stirred back to earth by Riddle as your head hit the pillow. His arms circled your waist, one hand resting on your hip, the other palm moving to the back of your head, easing you into a sweethearts cradle.

As Riddle cuddles your body close, he closes his eyes, finding comfort in how you nuzzled your face into his neck. He breathes a near-silent confession into your ear; "You're my everything"

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