"Flufftober 2024 (Night Walk)

"Flufftober 2024 (Night Walk)

with Lilia Vanrouge"

Malleus wasn't there to accompany you on your typical nightly walk, which didn't bother you all that much. It certainly didn't prevent you from enjoying the crisp autumn wind on your skin. Even the little goosebumps that littered your arms brought a sense of comfort.

"It's quite chilly for you, don't you think?" A smile graced your lips at his attempt to scare you. Lilia, of course.

You'd taken a liking to the fae, even despite his insistence that he's only by your side to keep you out of trouble. It's endearing, how he seems to be by your side any moment you figure you're by yourself.

Turning to face him, you held out your hand. "Would you like to join me?" He chuckled at the sight. You weren't afraid of him. You never appeared to be. "Perhaps you can keep me warm."

You'd be a fool to overlook the smirk that spread over his features. The look you've grown to adore from him. One full of mischief.

"How intriguing you are, [name]. Not afraid of an old bat like me in the slightest. I'd fall for your advances if I wasn't so familiar with your tactics." He didn't take your outstretched hand, instead walking around you, following the trail you seemed set on following. "But, I suppose I can indulge this once."

"Held memories

with Lilia Vanrouge"

"You used to have long hair?" The fae on your chest, peeks up at you with a grin. Every time you asked a question in regards to his past, he felt a sense of nostalgia. It used to scare him, but he'd grown more used to the emotion as you two progressed in this easy-going relationship.

With a chuckle, he nodded. "Yes, you are correct. Although, I'm rather curious as to how you found out."

His eyes widened briefly as you reached a hand up to tuck his stray locks behind his ears. He wasn't one to get flustered, but he would be lying if he denied your doting movements made his heart skip a beat.

You cupped his face and he relaxed into your touch. "You know how they say hair holds memories, Lilia?" He hummed softly, still preoccupied in your warm hands.

"Is that what they're saying nowadays?" When he cracked his eyes open to see your genuine and sincere expression, he giggled once more. "Well, let's just say I have some memories I'd prefer to forget, and leave it at that, hm?"

Despite your growing curiosity for his lack of explanation, you decided against prying. Maybe one day, he'd indulge your need for answers.

"But i wanted to

with Idia Shroud"

It was so peculiar, the way that any time you'd mention something you enjoyed or whatever piqued your interest. You'd be in a rush to class in the mornings and nearly trip over whatever it was your heart seemed to desire at a given moment.

There was never a sign given or offered for who this generous sender was. You were never able to thank them for their kindness, but they did know. All too well.

Any time you'd barge into his room and flop into his bed after dodging the messy floor, he'd have a wicked grin. Idia Shroud was a good friend of yours, because despite all his talks of hating "normies," he seemed to tolerate you most of all.

But this time, it was differently delivered, unbeknownst to him. After hearing your sorrowful tale of how you can't handle the thought of this person never talking to you genuinely, he couldn't help but indulge in your wishes.

As he finished trying to write his neatest on the paper, Ortho entered his space. His darling little brother offered to deliver it and who was he to object the chance to lay back this time?

But Ortho did have a plan. He couldn't endure the pain of you each keeping your feelings hidden deep out of fear. So he'd assist in speeding up the process!

When you barged in this time, you didn't flop into his bed. Instead you just closed the door and stood there for a few moments until he spun his chair around. "So uhhh- why are you just-?'"

"You like me?" His heart dropped instantly. Confidence meter down all the way to zero. Negatives even. "Is that what all the gifts were about? Or is this your way of teasing me?"

Still speechless, his mouth hung slightly agape. In a daze, he couldn't form the proper words or explanation in time for your feelings to appear rational.

"I don't need your pity, Idia. Or your snide remarks. If you have nothing to say for yourself, I can-," he shrieked.

"H-hey! It's not like that!" He almost tripped trying to get out of his position in his chair.

"Then what?"

You wanted to believe it was an attempt to show you that his feelings were true, but it was so difficult to believe. He must've seen that as he considered what to say. "I just...wanted to I guess?" Seeing your confused expression closer pushed him to keep going. "Because I think you're pretty cool, you know."

"Dream about me

with Azul Ashengrotto"

"it's your fault, Azul."

That's all that came to his mind as he came out of his crazed overblotted frenzy. As his inky vision cleared to reveal Ace and Deuce begging you to open your eyes. A hue of red in the water caught his attention as even the twins stood a few strides away from the scene in disbelief.

You were hurt. And with your limp body in Deuce's arms, it was clear to be grave. Floyd made an effort to get closer, but Ace screamed at him. Something incoherent in the cephalopod's panicked state. What has he done?

You were snarky at times, but you still managed to weave your way into his heart. You were never mean to him unprovoked like others appeared to be. Admittedly, he'd grown a tad bit fond of you.

The rest was a blur. You were stuck in the infirmary as your friends fought to keep you close to them. You hadn't been placed into any state too severe for hospitalization, but it was bad enough that he was asked to keep a distance from you. Crowley cared more for his reputation then the information getting out.

It haunted him to wake up in a cold sweat, recalling your scream as you were slammed into a coral bed. The magicless prefect, defenseless against the raging sea monster.

He agreed with that voice that scolded him. It was his fault. And now he'd have to live with the fact that even if you wanted to see him, the trauma he caused would be too much for your fragile condition.

"Silence

with Floyd Leech"

Azul had a dislike towards you. Jade had a hatred for you. Floyd had an infatuation with you.

And you didn't care for any of their opinions, honestly. At some point, you believe that you may have. But like their mixed feelings, your friends share the sentiment.

Your ears and mind would be filled with haunting stories of others' experiences with that dorm's notorious trio. And despite being Floyd's partner, you felt no sense of security. Your boundaries were pushed against, with him teetering on the line of a new fight.

Your yelling was always so amusing to him, like Riddle's, but he believed yours to be out of endearment. He was wrong. His brother and best friend saw this, but not him.

"Leave me alone." That was new. Still, he prodded at your back. A playful tap, like he always did to get you riled up. "Seriously, stop." You persisted with your agitation. And maybe he was in the wrong for continuing to press your buttons. Perhaps he didn't acknowledge your genuine anger soon enough. That's why you said it. "God, I hate you."

Mood ruined. Nothing felt funny about the sinking feeling in his gut. That wasn't normal for him, was it? His chest ached in an unfamiliar sensation and with adrenaline from the hatred of this overwhelming hurt, he left you there in his room.

You didn't know where he went. You hoped he'd get the idea to leave you alone from here on out. Floyd Leech was cruel, and he was proud. So why pretend he's anything more than that?

"You're something, prefect, and I hope for your sake that Floyd does not bite back." Hearing Jade behind you didn't send shivers down your spine like anyone else.

Turning to face him, there was no hint of a smile on his features. "He had it coming, Jade. I feel no remorse."

Oh, how lucky you were.

"It would've been you

with Floyd Leech, Jade Leech"

Of course it wasn't him. 'Floyd Leech was an unpredictable psycho' in everyone else's eyes. But he was so sure that you thought differently of him. So why? Why were you holding Jade's hand instead. Why were you so insistent on leaning on his shoulder? If he was chaotic, Jade was fucking insane.

"Floyd, you haven't eaten today," Jade gently tried to pry into his brother's side in the room. He was met with a pillow being thrown in his direction, and a string of muffled curses. "Pardon?"

Floyd threw the pillow that held his head up prior, and yelled. "You stole Shrimpy! My shirmpy!" Jade's eyes widened. "We were meant to be together, I just know it! But then you came in and fucked it all up for us!"

At a loss for words, Jade stood in shock, failing to dodge the stuffed animal thrown at him. It didn't hurt, but he still felt an ache in his body. It was one of a duo that you offered the twins as you became friends. Jade was oblivious to either of your feelings back then. Yours or Floyd's.

"Floyd I-," but he was stopped.

"You stole them, you douche." Floyd got up from his bed, with a scowl on his face. "And I hope your relationship crashes and burns."