No More Theatrics

“No more theatrics

with Furina”

As she’s under you, her heart races. One arm of yours rests next to her, holding you up on her bed. The other is used to cup her cheek.

She felt conflicted. Wanting to loudly exclaim her thoughts on this predicament, but she wasn’t even sure what her thoughts were.

“Ahem! Is this any way to treat your— uhm— the beauty before you? I was once the most beloved in all of Fontaine! The— the least you could do is show me a more dignified display.”

With a smile spreading across your lips, you leaned down and kissed her other cheek. The one your hand was not holding.

“You really are beautiful.” Pink blush bloomed brightly across her face. Obvious in comparison to her pale features typically. “But, you’re correct, I should get off.”

“Hey, wait!” A hand reached up to grab the sleeve of your shirt. “I didn’t say I didn’t like this, so stay…please,” her voice fell incredibly soft.

With her apparent desire to remain like this, perhaps you can indulge the ‘beauty before you.’

"I wanna kiss your lips

with Mualani"

"I wanna be your girlfriend." The room stilled, interrupting Mualani's rambling about the blonde traveler she acquainted herself with. Her eyes locked with yours in a bewildered expression, one that you couldn't decipher. Still, you continued. "I don't want to lose my chance with the one girl I've ever liked for some random person she's never even met. It's not fair."

Not bearing to look back at her after your stupid and impulsive confession, you tried to get up from your seat in front of her, but she pulled you back as soon as you attempted to abandon the awkward position.

"So, you're gonna leave without giving a girl a chance to accept or reject you?" Using one of her hands, she guided your head to meet eyes with her own. A smile was stamps on her lips, like she'd won something. And perhaps it was your shame she'd retrieved. You couldn't tell. "Say it again, please."

"I-," you were hesitant, "I want to date you, Mualani."

Seeming satisfied, she contemplated her words before delivering them. "Then let's date, silly. I was waiting for you to notice me."

“Your name

with Lyney”

It’s such a cheesy sight. Seeing her own brother develop a new fondness for someone new. A curious glint would make its way to his eyes at just the mention of your name. A soft smile would join this curious expression.

But this is before. Before he realizes how deeply rooted you are inside of him. And before he is made aware just how special this audience member and friend is.

Your name is different. Holding priority in his mind in contrast to others. Originality doesn’t matter to him though. Only the individual.

So perhaps it isn’t your name that sticks out. Just the fact that it’s you, out of anyone else.

“Close, but not your favorite

with Navia”

With her obligations in her life, you should’ve expected that you wouldn’t take priority. Even with her attempts to fill in gaps and plan dates, it wasn’t rare when cancellations would take place due to her inability to attend. She just had too much to do.

So you’d bite your tongue each time one of the Spina’s members would come to you directly and inform you of her absence.

It was as if life had favorites, and you weren’t one of them.

But to tell her, claiming that it’s simply too much to handle. How pathetic would that be? That you can’t handle not being a focus in her already busy and bustling life.

"Oldest trick in the book

with Lilia Vanrouge"

Dancing in the living room of ramshackle dorm was not how Lilia expected to spend his evening.

He was ready to scare you at your doorway as you entered from a long day of classes. He ended up facing an almost cardiac event when you collapsed into him. He recollected himself, ready to tease you. But you stopped him.

"I need a recharge, Lilia. Got something for that?" His eyes softened, reaching a hand up to stroke your hair. A habit he inherited, from the realization that while the world was unkind, all he could do was protect his family and beloved.

Because of this way of living, he eased your head to his shoulder, guiding you inside. "It's an old trick I learned." With a low chuckle, he moved his hands to your shoulders. "Show me your dance moves, and we'll party your burdens away."

Seeing your less than amused expression, he giggled some more.

"Now, I'm only slightly tugging on your leg. We don't need to party." Which meant the dancing part still held true, unfortunately. You weren't in the mood to dance, you were in the mood to sleep. It was evident in the way your body swayed out of sync with his. "Come now, don't tell me you can't spare me your best attempt."

"I just want to rest with you," you mumbled as he lifted your arm to twirl himself. He paused. And you continued, "I'm sorry. I just really want to be held by you."

His parted lips pursed together in an uneasy expression. Not one of uncertainty towards you, more towards himself and his failure. He knew you were tired, but perhaps he hadn't expected him to be the object of comfort for you.

"Yes, of course." He pulled you close to him, in a more intimate embrace. More intimate than his teasing and typical hugs. "Let's get you to bed." Somehow, you managed to render him speechless and infatuated with your sleepy phrases.

“Commercial break

with Riddle Rosehearts”

with Trans! reader + Transphobic Riddle

(Takes place before his overblot)

“You don’t get it, do you?” He despised the dejected expression on your face. Still, he nodded with your blunt inquiry. “I’m not who I used to be, Riddle.”

He wanted to be understanding, and he was trying so hard to. It was taking everything in him not to push you away in angry confusion.

You were you.

Why were you saying that you were someone else, someone aside from who he grew up with? Was this some stupid prank Ace and Deuce put you up to? Why are you going against all it is he was raised to believe? Did you hate him?

“Why are you being delusional?” He slipped up in his thoughts.

“Huh?” He knows you’d heard that reaction from others within your classes, but not him. And even though he could see the pain in your eyes, he chose to continue.

“You’re selfisb, pulling the rug out from everyone just because you want to be different. I will not support your actions and behavior. And the only ones who will stand by your stupidity is those who see you’re a pitiful fool. Remember that.”

I do not believe Riddle would be discriminating against any minority after his overblot, however this is a short drabble containing my speculation for how it could be. Transphobia will not be tolerated.