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Watching Horror Movies With Idia and Malleus

Here is Part 3 of the Dorm Leaders Watching A Horror Movie with the reader. Enjoy :)

Idia Shroud🎮 + The Ring📺

🎮Inviting Idia to your dorm to watch a movie was going to be a challenge. You knew this man was a hikikomori, as he barely left the isolation of his room, avoiding social contact with anyone except his brother.

🎮Spotting Ortho from afar, you asked him if he could speak to Idia for you, asking him if he wanted to have a horror movie night together in his room, since you knew he probably wouldn't be comfortable if he left his dorm to go to yours. Ortho was happy to let his brother know about your plans, and flew away from you, heading back towards his dorm.

🎮Couple hours went by and the day was almost coming to an end, you had figured that Idia must have told Ortho "no" about the whole movie night. "PING PING", your phone beeped, and you looked to see a message from Idia, letting you know to come over to his dorm right now, and to bring some candy as well. Happy that he had accepted your offer, you grabbed the bags of sweets in your kitchen, and left a note for Grim, telling him you would be at Ignihyde.

🎮Arriving in front of his door, you knocked and let Idia knew it was you. The door opened, signaling you to come in. Entering into his room, you were shocked at how much he had decorated his room. His room was pitch black, but the gaming lights he had around the room, were tinting the room red, giving it an eerie effect. Idia, was on his bed, hoodie covering his face slightly, shy at having someone else inside else in his room, despite the two of you being acquaintances.

🎮Placing the candy on his bed, you sat next to Idia and asked if he was ready for the movie night. Idia gave you a soft smile, asking you what movie did you want to watch, but he warned you that he has seen almost every horror movie and anime known to man, so he was immune to them. Pulling out a CD from your bag, you told him that you have a very popular movie from your world and wanted to watch it with him. Shrugging his shoulders, Idia placed the CD in a strange device, before a holographic screen popped up in front of you, making the movie wide screened, like you were in a movie theater.

🎮Before the movie started, you asked where Ortho was as you knew this might be a bit too much for him to watch since he was still technically a child. Idia told you he was in sleep mode, as he wanted the two of you to spend time together, and also being too young for the movie. Nodding your head, you got comfortable, grabbing one of the plushies he had on his bed as a form of comfort.

🎮Couple minutes into the movie, You turned to look at Idia, seeing if he was enjoying the movie. Despite his hoodie covering some of his face, you could make out his scared expression, his skin was pale and covered in sweat. He was eating the popcorn and candy like crazy, going for more while keeping his eyes on the movie.

🎮You paused the movie and asked Idia if he was okay, and that you could stop watching the movie if it was really bothering him. Idia was shivering in fear, but he shook his head no, wanting to watch the movie towards the end. Starting the movie again, you leaned a bit closer towards Idia, grabbing his hand and interlocking your fingers. Idia jumped as he was NOT use to physical contact at all, but he calmed down, as he realized you were trying to soothe him.

🎮Scenes continued to play, as the iconic scene of Samara began to emerge from the TV, getting ready to kill her next victim. That part got to Idia very badly, as he squeezed your hand tightly, while using one of his plushies as a shield. Soon the movie drew to an end, and the credits started to roll on the hologram screen. Turning the device off, you turned towards Idia, who was still cowering in fear, but happy that the movie was over.

🎮"Are you alright?", you asked Idia, reaching out towards him and placing a hand on his cheek. Idia jerked away from you in fright, shocking the both you. "S-s-sorry. F-for a second, I t-thought you were the g-g-girl from the movie." Idia said to you, as he looked away from you. Your response to that was wrapping your arms around him, placing his head in the corner of your neck. "!?!!?" Shocked, Idia froze like a statue, while his face turned bright red, and his hair turned from neon blue to pink.

🎮Knowing how he must be feeling right now, you told him to relax, while you continued to hug him. Taking calming deep breaths, Idia was able to calm down, and slowly moved his arms to wrapped them around you, returning the hug. You both stayed like that for a couple minutes before you pulled away and looked at Idia. He wasn't as pale anymore and he had a small smile on his face, probably feeling thankful for you calming him down.

🎮You asked Idia if it was okay for you to stay over, just for tonight. Idia hesitated at first, but he gave in, nodding his head at you. You started cleaning the bed of all of the candy wrappers, while Idia went over to his neon lights, changing them back to the neon blue color he liked. He turned back and saw you already under the covers of his bed, arms stretch out at him, telling him to come back. His neon hair turned pink again, as he slowly made his way to his bed, getting under the covers and into your embrace. You both cuddled in this position as sleep took the both of you

Malleus Draconia🐲 + Gonjiam Haunted Asylum🏚

🐲 "..... You are inviting me to your dorm? May I ask why?" Malleus asked you, tilting his head in confusion, wondering why you were inviting him. Feeling shy, you looked away from Malleus, while rubbing your neck with your hand. Honestly, you had no problem inviting Malleus to your dorm for a movie night, but he was still a prince, so you worried that asking him for doing something like this was inappropriate.

🐲Looking back at Malleus, you told him that you wanted to have a horror movie night with him. Malleus still looked confused so you had to explain it to him a bit more as he most likely never a movie night with someone ever. Once Malleus heard your explanation, he was very touched that you had invited him where the both of you could spend time together. "Haha, you are quite bold, Child of man. I gladly accept your invitation, but if I don't enjoy the arrangements, I will get mad ......... Just kidding."

🐲Chuckling at Malleus response, you told him to arrive at your dorm at 7 pm sharp, let Lilia, Silver, and Sebek know he was coming to your dorm, and to wear his pajamas. Malleus nodded at everything you told him, as he gave you a farewell and disappeared, leaving glowing fireflies behind.

🐲At Ramshackle, you prepped the living room, getting ready for the movie night. You made sure to buy some frozen treats from Sam's shop as you remembered that's what Malleus loves. You also planned to make some milkshakes once he arrived, as it might be something new for him to try. After finishing setting up, you checked the time, "7:10 PM", you realized Malleus was late, making you worry. "Did he change his mind?", you thought, but that thought disappeared as you heard a knock at the door.

🐲Rushing towards the door, you opened it to reveal Malleus. He was dressed up in black silk pajamas, and holding a pillow in his right hand. Malleus gave you an apologetic smile, "I apologize for arriving late. It was hard to convince Sebek to let me come to your dorm. It took about a couple minutes until Lilia was able to persuade him." Telling Malleus it was alright, you told him to come in and make himself comfortable.

🐲Malleus sat on the couch, feeling out of place, as he wasn't use to doing something like this, but he really wanted to spend time with you, so he pushed those feelings of awkwardness away. He heard loud sounds coming from the kitchen area, but he thought nothing of it. You returned back to the living room, holding two large milkshakes in your hands, one vanilla for him and the other (your favorite flavor), and carrying a plastic bag on your arm.

🐲Sitting on the couch, you handed Malleus his beverage, which he eyed in curiosity. You explained to Malleus that it was a milkshake, which contained milk and ice cream, blended together, and told him to give it a try, while setting the bag down on the table, which contained other ice cream treats. Malleus took a sip, then his eyes sparkled in amazement, then he started to chug the beverage down. Shocked, you told him to slow down as he would get a brain freeze. Malleus stopped, and gave you an apologetic look, but said the drink was so delicious that he couldn't help himself.

🐲 "Cute" you thought, as you went to the TV, inserting the CD, and going back to the couch. You explained to Malleus that this was a horro movie from your world, and you haven't seen it either, so it was going to be a new experience for the both of you. Malleus nodded his head, as he grabbed one of the popsicles on the table, and began to munch on it.

🐲A few minutes into the movie, Malleus kept asking you questions about certain things in the movie, as since he has never been to your world, so the imagery and people he saw in the movie was intriguing to him. He asked about the buildings, and the language that the characters were speaking. You answered all of this questions and told you that the movie was centered in Korea and that the language the characters were speaking was Korean

🐲Couple minutes into the movie, both you and Malleus had a couple scares as the ghost hunters kept exploring the asylum, but overall the movie wasn't too bad. Malleus was fascinated by the idea of an abandoned building, but he was more use to castles or caves then an asylum, but was still interesting nonetheless.

🐲He keep sneaking glances at you, as you were covering your face with the pillow, preparing for the next jump scare. Wanting to ease your fear, he placed his hand on top of yours. Turning your head to Malleus, you wondered what he was doing, but he didn't say anything and continued watching the movie.

🐲The movie continued with the ghost hunters being killed one by one, by the vengeful spirits that were in the asylum. A scene played where a spirit of a girl kept approaching when the camera was aimed at them. The ghost did the classic jumpscare and screamed up close in front of the camera, before it turned off. "AHHHH", Malleus had jumped in fright, from the jump scare and from you screaming. Terrified by the scene, you had grabbed Malleus arm, and hugged it, while hiding your face. Malleus asked if you were alright, but you shook your head, while using his arm as a shield, covering your face. You apologized for screaming and hugging him out of nowhere, but the scene had really gotten to you.

🐲Malleus relaxed and told you it was alright, and that he didn't mind. The movie finally came to a close, with all the protagonists being dead. Malleus turned to look and you, letting you know the movie was over. Heaving a sigh of relief, you released his arm and leaned back against the couch. "I'm sorry again, Tsunotarou. I'm usually not scared of ghosts since I live in Ramshackle with all of the friendly ghosts here, but that movie made me remember that there are some malicious spirits out there." Malleus nodded his head, as he too was on good terms with the spirits around Ramshackle, but having watch this movie, he was going to be a bit more cautious when entering abandoned locations.

🐲After calming down a bit, you decided to clean up the table that was littered with popsicle sticks and wrappers. Before you could get to cleaning, you heard a snap next to you, and all of the trash began to levitate, making its way to the bin. Turning to Malleus, you realized he had used his magic to help clean up and save you the trouble. You thanked him and Malleus just smiled, making you blush.

🐲The both of you decided to head to bed, but you felt shy as you didn't how to tell Malleus "Hey, let's sleep on the same bed together.", that thought alone was embarrassing as hell. Heading to the bed and sitting on it, you looked up at Malleus, as he made his way closer to where you were. "Umm, Tsunotarou?" "Yes, Child of Man?" Malleus looked at you with soft eyes, wondering what you were going to say. Flustered, you looked away from him and said if he was okay with sharing the bed, and if he wasn't, you could take the couch.

🐲Malleus didn't say a word at what you had said, and you probably thought he was thinking about it, but then the lights went out, and you looked up to see Malleus had magically turned off the lights, and was laying in the bed, with his special pillow behind him, for his horns. He looked at you with a smile, arching his finger at you to join him. Realizing he was fine with the bed sharing, you slowly entered inside the covers, placing your head on the pillow.

🐲Malleus shook his head at you, before he reached his hands towards your body, pulling you towards him. "M-malleus, what are you-", your words were cut off as Malleus had hugged you to his chest, and intertwining your legs together. You froze, not expecting him to hug you like this, as your arms remained on your sides, conflicted if it was okay to hug him back. "Lilia would do this for me when I was a child. I understand you may still be scared from the movie. There is nothing to be afraid of, Y/N. I will be here with you." Malleus said, as you hugged you a bit tighter, while patting your head with his hand.

🐲Your heart was racing like crazy, but you felt so touched by Malleus actions. Moving your arms closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his back, snuggling closer into his chest. "Thank you, Malleus. Yawnnn~ Good night." You muttered into his chest, as you began to slowly fell asleep. Malleus looked down at you with soft eyes, as he leaned closer and placed a kiss on your forehead, "Sweet Dreams, Y/N."

Okay so I didn’t really think that people would like the scenario that I wrote about malleus and yuu so I was thinking that I maybe I could start writing headcanons and little scenarios oh and I could maybe write a part two for the scenario and I could let y’all decide if y’all want it to end in angst or fluff but anyways here are some of the fandoms I could write for and maybe later on I will write for more fandoms

Twisted wonderland

Obey me

Haikyuu

Tokio hotel

Slashers

Creepypastas

Assasination classroom

Demon slayer

Genshin impact

Avengers

Dc

Anyways pleaseeee send stuff that I can write for don’t be shy 😁

Pomegranate Rule || Idia Shroud x Reader

Obligatory pair work with someone you like very much on a school project and have a chance to fall for each other more? - cliché.

The difference with Idia was that he kidnapped his project partner.

Idia leaned out from behind the column, whispering words of encouragement and summoning up the plan of this meeting he compiled at yesterday’s evening. He practised this conversation all night in front of the mirror, but as soon as he gained confidence, he forgot the text and desperately searched for the next line in the script.

There was a faint blush on his pale cheeks. Not from the sun, not from the fatigue, but nervousness. He hadn't left his room for someone in a long time, and what he was about to do required from him new social skills...

…to ask you to be his project partner, that’s it.

Ortho stood right next to Idia, leaning out from behind his older brother's silhouette and shifting his gaze once at the courtyard, once at him.

Idia cuffed his fingers on the sleeves of the sweatshirt.

Ortho's presence helped him a lot to keep on the promise he made to himself: today he will actually talk to you not on the phone, but face-to-face and suggest that you could do Sir Crewel’s project together.

He knew that you didn’t have a pair, since Grim went off where he could bug Adeuce combo, and even if he didn’t, you two would be counted as one student. But, to at least make some progress, you were picking up leaves you suspected to be just right for the experiment.

With each bush, you were getting closer and closer to the column behind which Idia was hiding, and he knew that if he won’t hurry with his proposal, someone will enter the square, dispatch the last pieces of Idia's courage and disperse you, and take you away.

For example someone like Epel and Jack, who have just entered the courtyard using the entrance on the opposite side.

This coincidence seemed to Idia to be as unfortunate as if all the forces of the world wanted to stop him from what he was planning and yet to validate his theory that it was not worth ever leave his room. On the other hand, since he was already here, and it took him a good few dozen attempts to motivate himself, he could not lose this unstarted game.

Idia, in an act of desperation, rushed towards you, hoping that the first-graders would not notice you.

You both keel over into the bushes as Jack and Epel headed towards you.

"Jack Howl, Epel Felmier!" Ortho greeted them, distracting all possible attention from the bushes that had just been approached by two people, both unaware of what was going on. "How is your project going? What topic did you choose?”

"Ortho-kun! What are you doing here?” Epel replied, coming closer to the young Shroud.

As Ortho distracted them with a conversation, Idia had an intimidating thought: what would happen if they saw your two in the bushes? He was madly blushing at the scenarios that created in his head. He put his hand on your lips—he was afraid that you would say anything that would attract unwanted attention—he slipped with you through the empty corridors to the dorm of Ignihyde.

…He forgot to explain what he was doing, and it likely looked like him committing a crime, but nothing will happen if he explains everything in his room, right...?

You were able to ask Idia what was he doing, once he closed the doors. Till then, on every question you asked he hissed “Sheesh! Do you want us to be found?!” and “P-please! Let us get to headquarters where I will… explain the mission…”.

Soon enough, you found yourself in his room; electronics was the main source of light, and the screens glowed bright blue around them. Although you didn't see any exposed windows or lamps lit to illuminate the room, everything was clearly visible.

There was a mess there, a mixture of the cardboard disorder that prevails after moving a house and the chaos of a man whose constantly working on something, desk always cluttered with papers, pens and documents.

You were sure you would stand on some lost Lego block or pin if you put your foot behind the bed where Idia has set you down.

“So, Idia,” you started. “…What exactly I am doing in your room?”

"Uh, well...” he stuttered, trying to remember the speech from yesterday's practices. “I wish I would know what you're doing here... I mean- I know why I brought you here. I wanted to ask you something. Ask, yes.”

"Ask? About what?” you didn't mention that you can ask outside of your own room, and you wasn’t going to correct that.

Idia tried to explain the whole situation. He skipped the preparation process, his speeches and ideas, he didn’t even mention the project, so all he said was hard-to-understand, abstract justification from the current situation.

He said, at least, that he came up with the idea to take you somewhere further away, where there were no people, as first-grades entered the courtyard.

“So I'm here by accident?" you asked after listening to Idia, slightly cocking your head at the side. “I don't understand…”

“It was an accident. A bit,” he wanted to loudly groan at his helplessness but finally bit his tongue. “I didn't want you here. I mean, I wanted to, but I didn't plan on it. I mean- Aah, it’s so hard to explain!”

You waited in silence, only nodding, letting him take his time.

"Sorry, I just... I feel weird talking to you...” Idia admitted, lowering his head.

The definition of Idia’s "weirdness" was different from yours.

When you heard that he was calling you strange, you felt a pang in your heart. Really? After so many months of acquaintance and quite frequent texting on the phone, when finally there was one of those few moments when you could talk face-to-face, he says it's awkward?

The "weirdness" of that feeling in Idia was something he could not explain easily: the joy of talking to you, anxiety that he would say something wrong, an uncertainty that you would change your mind and stop talking to him, excitement because he knew how interesting person you are and the frustration for every accurate, teasing comment…

"Oh, I see," you tried not to sound depressing. "So let me leave.”

"No, wait, that's not what I meant..!”

Oh, no. Idia’ plan went downhill again.

Idia jumped to a drawer and started looking for something in it, digging through notebooks, cables and lost items.

“...Don't worry, Idia, we can end this conversation on the phone... or something.”

“No, no, no, wait, please!” discreetly took out a round metal box before he dashed to you, blocking the only way out, heavy equipment surrounding you that now seemed to be an impassable wall.

"Uh?"

He took the hard candy from the container he took from the shelf, though he did it so subtly, forcing himself to stare at you and keep your gaze from tearing away from him, so you couldn’t notice candy in his hand.

They were pomegranate drops that had been presented to him as a funny joke from a student who knew that a box, just like its contents, was enchanted by Vil's unique magic: whoever tasted them will not be able to move more than twenty meters from the place the fruit drop was eaten.

Haha, because you know, the members of Ignihyde don't go outside and won't even notice they were cursed.

Idia was sure that even Vil did not know that the candies had fallen into his hands.

"Huh? What are you-“

As soon as you opened your mouth, Idia pressed fruit drop up to your lips and covered them with his hand, in case you tried to spit it out. His movements became very mechanical and heavy, probably most of his muscles were strained. Because of that, you also couldn't push him away.

He only stepped out of your way you once swallowed the candy.

And so you were bound by a spell that you discovered the moment Idia let you towards the door. You stopped more than a meter from them, unable to even grasp the doorknob.

You swung your hand a few times as if not believing that none of your movements was moving you forward.

“Idia. I know we should talk, but by cutting me off from the door?”

Surprise with this solution, Idia's embarrassed smile, dripping sweat from the stress he felt, and a sudden dose of delicious sugar made you burst into laughter.

“This. Is. Great.” You accented each word, becoming more and more amused with each one as if you had just heard the best joke of the era. “Is it the fault of those drops?”

Idia, surprised by your reaction, finally relaxed. Your sudden, inexplicable outburst, hearty laugh calmed him down a lot. He even came to the conclusion that he really likes the way you laugh.

Ortho soon entered the room. You two shortened the story and explained that you probably have to stay here for the night.

"Oh, so nii-san finally asked you to do a project with him?"

“Project...?” you repeated. Then you turned your head to Idia and smirked at him. “So that was what it was for?”

He answered you with a shrug as if last day Idia didn’t have any thoughts screaming “Project!” and that followed by “[Name]!”.

However, Ortho said it for him.

Idia, of course, tried to stop him, but Ortho knew how much time his brother spent just planning to talk to you. A wave of shame flooded Idia as you listened to Ortho's words with interest. And maybe with a pinch of delight spilling over your heart—Idia did so much for you! You could feel the flush on your face and a smile spread across your lips every time you heard about Idia's efforts.

Soon after, after the excitement of this conversation had died down and you thanked Idia for his planning efforts, a package of cookies and biscuits was opened. You couldn't go to the cafeteria to eat anything, and even ordinary snacks from school vending machines taste better in pleasant company, right?

“We haven't had many opportunities to talk like that, have we?"

You took a sip of the warm tea Idia had made—it was incredibly bitter but chilled enough not to burn your tongue—and watched the screen where Idia was working.

He pushed himself away from writing some codes with some slowness, but he didn't look at you.

“You're right...”

After a pause, he started speaking again, this time in a whisper, but you heard him very clearly.

"I've always admired you, [Name]-shi..." he said, pressing his knees against his chest. “Talking to so many different people and solving their problems... I often find it tedious and self-righteous to interfere in the affairs of others, however…. Everything you do always ends well. I-I couldn't do that.”

“I should be saying it!” You said after a moment of silence as if you were processing words you completely didn't suspect him of. “You deal with electronics like a professional. Wait, you are the professional! How many programming languages have you already mastered? How many devices have you already created? You have a wonderful talent and... even your brother little is proof of it.”

You both looked at Ortho connected to specialized equipment. "CHARGING" was displayed on the screen, and by minutes the numbers were close to 100%.

Idia didn't smile at your words—instead he seemed incredibly focused. With each passing second, he had a more and more sincere expression of pleasant frustration, which was also reflected in his long hair behind which he tried to hide his face.

He couldn't even answer and just nodded.

"And... I have to confess to something," you began after another minute of pleasant silence, which you felt sorry to interrupt. "If you previously seemed quite average to me, maybe even a little pale-faced, now I know that you are special."

These words were already his limit. He couldn't take his eyes off you, forgot how to breathe, forgot how to blink, and his lungs refused to cooperate.

His heart crashed for good after your next words.

"So... if you please," you got up and smiled at him. “Idia Shroud, will you do me this honour and become my project partner?”

"The curse already faded.”

You could reach the door and go to the farthest corners of the room. You could leave.

The project has been completed. With the light help of Ortho, who also wanted to contribute to the project, by two in the morning, you finished doing experiments, writing out data, conclusions and completing them with graphic documentation.

And then you played games for the next three hours; each game was digital and very engaging—it wasn't for Ortho, you and Idia wouldn't fall asleep even for a minute. Even when you went to bed—and there was a whole five-minute debate about where you were going to sleep—you talked in whispers about everything and nothing until one of you fell asleep.

Even if the attachment to Vil's magic was gone, you couldn't deny that you became attached to a certain blue-haired boy who followed the last lines of your conclusions with his golden eyes.

It was really fun.

He and Ortho probably would have done this project faster, but the collaboration of the three—you, Ortho and Idia—seemed so pleasant that if he could, he would do it once again. Even if that meant another research about hyper-difficult projects Crewel liked to torture his students with.

"I will come again," you said as suddenly as if you were reading his mind. He flinched at those words, and your tone of voice changed to a more biting tone. “You don't have to kidnap me this time.”

"I d-didn't..." he tried to deny but was stuck on the next words. “...Really? Will you really come here?”

“Your charm bound me more than candy, I can promise you,” you gave him one last smile before you closed the door behind you and rushed through the corridor with a strange, blissful feeling, looking forward to your next project.

So did he.

Unique Kisses: Ignihyde!

Heartslabyul || Savanaclaw || Octavinelle || Scarabia || Pomefiore || Ignihyde || Diasomnia || Rollo, Che'nya, Neige || Honest Fellow

Idia S. <3 (pocky kisses)

With just a few words, an offer to dress up in his favourite idol's cosplay and getting a special stationary-sold merch, Idia succumbed to your suggestion to play a pocky game. Receiving these gifts, he felt as if he was selling his pride, but its purchaser was you, so... 

Idia would eventually propose the idea, but after reading some fan fiction, you had an irresistible urge to recreate this game and play it with your boyfriend.

Besides, you are sure he knows the rules perfectly.

His cheeks and hair flush a furious crimson colour. Idia is intimidated, but he doesn't even think about complaining, at least not honestly. His reaction pours an unusual doze of animus and bravery into your veins as you open the pocky box.

“Don't move,” you instruct surprisingly calmly, as you almost sit on his lap (again, since when are you so confident?). His computer chair squawks quietly and rolls back a few inches, but the distance between you and Idia stays the same.

Perfect. He can't get away.

“I... I know!" he chokes and holds his breath as you put your biscuit stick between your lips. You look at him, idly wondering if Idia will dare to play this game.

You had no great expectations, but he surprises you. He moved closer and takes a bite of the dainty, trying not to look at you from under his lashes. Too preoccupied with the biscuit separating you, he doesn't even taste the sweetness of chocolate.

Idia knows perfectly well that life isn't a game. If it was, however, a current moment would have to be a hidden scene, unlocked only by an absurd amount of affinity points.

When he plays, his heart never beats as fast as it does now, although Idia prides himself on knowing the gems among otome games.

The biscuit disappears. There is no piece left. No distance. The kiss you share is short but sweet in every sense of the word. Warm. Chocolatey. Have it lasted a while longer, kiss would taste like fruity orange you drank before.

Idia's hands clench on the fabric of your t-shirt, right at your sides. He wouldn't have been able to control the shaking of his hands any other way. Being so anxious, he needed to muster up courage not to move away. And he held out. He is still beside you. He doesn't want you to move away, he concludes as soon as you separate.

...Well.

Fortunately, there are still so many pocky flavours to try.

Ortho S. (cheek kisses)

“Would you like to know a secret?”

Ortho does his best not to frighten you as he puts his hand on your shoulder. He set the boundary of levitation above the ground so that his face is almost at your eye level. Although you can't see his smile, you know it's here, hidden in his voice and shining eyes.

You nod, and Ortho flies a little higher. He gets so close you can feel the tongues of fire forming his hairstyle. They aren't hot. They resemble lukewarm water: soft to the touch, liquid but dry. 

“I am very happy that we are friends,” Ortho whispers.

Before you can turn around, he places a kiss between your ear and temple by pressing the warm metal of his mask against your skin. If it wasn't for the quiet sound of the kiss he play-back-ed, you wouldn't have understood Ortho's charming gesture so quickly.

“It's not a secret,” you sigh lightly. It's hard not to smile. You lean towards Ortho, who calculates your next move. The result must please him, because not only does he not turn away from you, but he waits patiently. You place a kiss on his forehead. “I also like you very much.”

I like to think that romance with Idia widely differs depending on the time you’ve been in a romantic relationship.

1. “Just started dating” stage.

If you're reading Idia fanfiction, there is an 80% chance this is the stage your relationship is on.

Idia is… treating you like a very precious stranger. He's on his toes and seeks your approval in whatever he's doing. He is going to great lengths to understand the theory of dating and your hobbies - so you can maybe share even more interests - but won’t really act on anything.

He’s constantly surprised by every romantic move you make and you have numerous occasions to adore his cherry blush and various puckles of hair igniting with pink and red. He stutters a lot and can’t focus on anything in your presence.

Idia will outright reject any suggestions for bolder moves. He’s unprepared, and although guilt is eating him from the inside, he is not up to anything you two weren’t doing as friends. Well, maybe handholding, kissing, and cuddling get a (hard) pass, but you are the only one initiating these things.

He will try his best to reciprocate effort, though.

2. “Have been dating for a while” stage.

It’s an interphase between two very different stages, so he’s a funny mix: a very shy outsider and a cocky genius at the same time.

Gaming sessions will be the centre of your couple's time. Idia regularly invites you to his dorm, sometimes even on spontaneous sessions when a new event comes up or he has found a new game that looks very cool. You share snacks, drinks, and clothes (read: you have unwritten permission to claim his blouses).

This boy would be dead without you and Ortho, and with that knowledge, you make it your mission to (somehow) tidy up his room, buy some cosmetics, healthier food, etc. If you are up to organizing a “self-care evening”, he will be hesitant at first but will be looking forward to it after a while, with some older anime. (I like to think it would be a magical girl series like Sailor Moon, Tokyo Mew Mew or Chobits, or some shoujo).

In exchange, he might construct some little gadgets (maybe anime-themed?) for you, helps you get the merch you want, and supports you in your games.

At this point, he doesn’t weigh his words much. He’s still easy to fluster, but he comes with comebacks right away. The most flirty he gets on the phone when it’s late at night and you are using a chat to talk, especially when you are not in the same room. 3. Long-term relationship stage.

He knows you are doomed to him and shamelessly takes advantage of that.

He has no claims against calling you in the middle of the night to watch him sharing his screen when he pulls for a character he wants to get in the gacha system. He believes your presence brings him luck, so he must have you when he does crucial things!

Idia disses your taste in fictional men. Sometimes, he reads the dialogues out loud from the otome games you play. He may alter them, which can make you either huff or laugh. If you read or write fanfiction, he might read them too, giving you an out loud commentary on some fragments and asking you if you are that desperate for dates so you are sending fanfiction to inspire him. If you say yes, he will hum and return to whatever he was doing before, but he might plan something out that you will preferably be able to do in his room.

Chatroom with him and Ortho is quite calm, almost polite, but your private chatroom with Idia is the most chaotic one you’ve ever been. You learned to not leave your phone openly if you don’t want to explain some inside joke with a layered backstory. An app you use to chat with Idia is the one your screen time is counted on most, and writing with Idia is your guilty pleasure.

If you are interested in IT, he might program you an app or something to help you with it! He will give you the best feedback ever, and although it may be harsh, the last thing he wants is to discourage you from learning further.

On one anniversary of your dating, he will gift you this kind of couple bracelet which lights up if the other person touches it. He created them himself. When he receives signals throughout the day, he thinks of them as a promise from you, that no distance can sever your bond.

If you bring up some serious talk, you will be bullied with memes. It’s Idia’s coping mechanism. He will plan his future with you, don’t worry, but wait for him to muster up the courage to get on one knee and ask the question.

Idia drabble, fluff, female reader! ♡

You know you’re in for a losing game when you have to ask AI chat to help you with date ideas.

Idia outrightly rejected places that statistically—he pulled up an unnecessary chart, to prove you—had many people visiting at every time of the year. Maybe for some exceptions for ungodly hours, but, while he really loves you, he would rather relax with you in a bed with a silly game on than wake up at 3 am to, whatever, go to the planetarium and stare at the cosmos.

And, we might do it in VR, either way, he argues with your every suggestion.

“Well,” you persist, glancing from the screen at Idia whose attention is divided between you with your half-hearted pleadings, and his game character who clears another villain camp with slashes of a grand sword and sharp arrows. “Can’t we get something to eat, then?”

“Instant soups are irreplaceable.”

“That’s why we should eat something else to confirm their superiority over other goods once again,” you lick your lips to hide a subtle smile as Idia grins at your debating point. It’s an unreasonable argument, yet you have known your boyfriend for long enough to know that these ones are the most convincing when you are out of ideas. “Like, churros maybe? Or those fine-looking cupcakes.”

“They have too much crème and are too heavy in taste. Have you ever tried one? They are like dry cake and sugar but with a fancy texture. Sooo unhealthy, mm.”

He says it as the bag that was filled with candy this morning, falls soundly from the desk. Idia was never one to say no to sweets, but only to the ones that suit his specific tastes: then, even the most logical reasons to eat healthier don’t come in handy. If it wasn’t for Ortho, and now you, he would’ve probably died from the excess of sugar from that sweet and sour gummy candy he loves.

You collect the bag before the little cleaning robot can ever reach it, and on the way to the trashcan, you bonk an empty plastic bottle on your boyfriend’s head. He should instil in himself some want of keeping his room tidy.

“So, the cafes are no-go?”

“Yeah.”

You take a seat again next to Idia and scroll down through the list of generated date ideas.

“Even the cat cafes?”

Idia opens his mouth to protest but finds that he can’t bring himself to do so. The silence is long enough that you stop reading the AI suggestions and lift your gaze up to Idia.

That’s the pause you’ve been waiting for.

“Then, it’s decided!” You clasp your hands together, and beam at Idia as he sighs at you. “I should have known that the virtual cats could never replace the real ones.”

Your boyfriend remains silent. The awkward expression he makes as two different parts of himself battle each other is entrancing; should he go mingle with other people to go to the cafe, or he will be better off remaining adamant about his vow of not going out anywhere? The fact he doesn’t roast you over this suggestion, makes it look like the former stance was a bit more appealing.

“Then I shall put them on your ultimate weakness list,” you say cheerily, getting giddy over Idia being wordless. It’s such a rare sight since he’s got used to the little acts of intimacy. Though you loved his stutters and furious blushes, the banter and suave smiles are welcome as well, of course. You can’t help but move closer to him and give him a peck on his lips. The single strands of his hair light up to pink, and you smile. “I am gathering an intel on you.”

Idia blinks and lays back in his chair, his game paused for a second. You know that gesture too well; in idianese it’s a sign that he changed his mindset to “it is what it is”, and decided that the worst case scenario might still be worth going to the cat cafe. In a fit of new resolution, his playful wryness returns in a heartbeat.

“Heh, yeah? It’s very wise of you to do so. How much data have you gathered already?”

You open a notebook app on your phone.

“Well, as I started putting it up just five seconds ago, there are… people… and me… And now cats,” you list out loud as you quickly type things into your phone. The basic font and too big characters make the list look like some kind of meme, which, in a way, it is. “And me, again.”

Idia snorts. “Basic info. Weak.”

“I could prepare your character profile. I know more of your strengths than weaknesses,” You say, and make a mental note to do a powerpoint presentation on Idia, this time with fewer memes and more candid photos of him. “But it's still enough to have you go on a date with me!”

He sighs again. Idia likes to make show off how much trouble he has to go through for you, but you don’t miss how his eyes light up, even if he rolls his eyes.

“I guess we can go for one short date there,” he tells you slowly, and before you believe once again that you have the magic privilege of a girlfriend, he throws a comment that quenches the flames of your self-satisfaction. “You are the one ordering, though.”

…No. Your fellow introvert won’t be dumping the trial of courage solely on you.

“Let’s take turns.”

“Offer rejected.”

“Let’s bring Ortho.”

“Offer accepted,” he lifts his hand as if he demands a pause in a game. “…But don’t you mind bringing my brother on a date?”

“It will be a “hangout” then. At least, until Ortho decides that we are too cringe and dumps us in the middle, then it’ll turn its status to a date.”

“Will he?” Idia ponders, but then his eyes land on you, and he smiles knowingly. “Oh yeah, he will. He might have implemented himself a module to go away if our cringe stat will rise over sixty per cent.”

“That’s a generous amount of cringe we can spread.”

“With you, I think it should be doubled.”

“Thanks, I love you too.”

“You’re welcome.”

Idia drabble, fluff, lots of couple banter

Your wishlist containing released games is empty.

In the next several minutes after saving a title to one, you can expect a notification that the game is getting downloaded, and a mere seconds after that—several messages from your boyfriend.

“thought u would never play it lol”

“weren't you supposed to be studying??”

He sends a meme degrading your hierarchy of values as if he were any better. It is followed by a request.

“stream it to me when you play it”

And you do, after thanking him yet chiding him for wasting too much money on you without a second thought. His reply was a string of emojis and guarantee that he is doing it all for himself, because “educating you on the topic of latest games is his duty” and he cares about “the boyfriend points”.

“I hope my love’o’meter for u was broken by all that pampering lmao”

“waiting for my cg to load up…”

[NAME]: “not enough affection points”

“damn”

“i need a walkthroughyt to this route”

Idia has you join a voice channel, with you sharing your screen. Playing a game in a separate dorm is a whole different experience than having him beside you, with his hands almost trembling to grab your controller if you couldn’t get past a certain level.

He would always wait for you to ask him for help, though. Then he could let the feeling of self-satisfaction sink in as he easily guided your character to another enemy to slash.

If he only has you on the voice chat, you might be able to finish the game almost fully by yourself.

You can hear the soft sound of his keyboard as he plays something as well. He divides his attention between you and his entertainment, and he throws in commentary to your playthrough, teasing you when you can’t find a secret key to the special gate, bullying you when you find the puzzles too hard, or when you pick the wrong dialogue option.

At some point, you might try to (playfully) mute his microphone, but you can only have eight seconds of silence before he hacks into the options.

“No need to be jealous of my gaming knowledge,” he exclaims, and you know he has that big stupid grin on his face. You huff, and he hums. “But if you want me to help, all you need to do is just ask.”

“I want to go through this game myself!”

“Okay, sure. But you know you have already missed the opportunity for the best ending, no?” He laughs. “That’s what you get for muting me, kitten.”

No need to spoil the ending just to get back at me, you’d love to say, but you learned that the shy boy who couldn’t hold your gaze several months ago is actually a big tease. You must’ve grown too much on him, as he would have continued the bickering even if you showed up in his room. No social anxiety towards you—that’s a bit of a shame, he was cute when you first started dating.

…Well, Idia you know now is a cutie as well, even if he can be very annoying sometimes.

“Enough. I’m going to play my otome games, bye.”

You log out, and shut the stream, chuckling all the time. A funny feeling tingled your heart, like always when you won (or have you?) in banter in Idia: your heart is warm enough to probably melt through the ribcage, but a subtle alarm rings in your head. Idia will probably take revenge for this.

He must already be in distress. He doesn’t like you playing otome games alone, as if you could have ever preferred a 2D boy over Idia. The thought makes you laugh.

You plop on your bed, unlocking your phone and tapping an icon of the name game you’ve installed. Although playing it with Idia would have been funnier, you are going to play him just out of spite.

…And after that, you will send him a wall of text about those handsome characters, because he needs to be updated on your current obsessions.

The title screen appears before everything crashes and the screen goes black. Several messages in neon-blue futuristic font colour appear one by one.

An error has occurred.

Caught exception:

Traceback (most recent call last):

File “characters”, line 46, in script

File “stats”, line 153, in script

File “story”, line 665, in script

File “achievements”, line 411, in log.1

File “backup_data”, line 139, in log

To continue:

“[Name]-san. Please come to our dorm. My brother is moping (so he won’t be finishing his project anytime soon, which is, really bad) and I would appreciate you having mercy on him.

Once you come, I will restore your data! It’s a promise :>

— ORTHO”

…Damn those Shrouds.

OOH can you write about a rivalry between the housewardens and the first-years??? They don't necessarily have to be their respective dorms, you can mix and match the first years with dorm leaders! Thanks!

Housewardens try to woo you but the first-year rizz is unmatched

a.n. - i included jamil instead of kalim and ortho's part is platonic! I hope you like this one! (part two)

Riddle Rosehearts

After you had saved him from his overblot, he had a slowly growing crush on you. It had been unnoticeable at first, and Riddle believed it was because he admired the way you thrived without magic at NRC. But slowly, the Heartslaybul housewarden began to realize he felt way more than just admiration.

It was always hard for him to find the courage to speak to you, especially when you were always surrounded by other people. You were quite the popular student here, weren't you? It was another reason he respected you. Despite having so many weaknesses, you had captured everyone's hearts. His fellow dorm mates, and dare he say, fellow housewardens, adored you.

It was a particularly pleasant day for an unbirthday party, and Riddle peered over the many Heartslaybul students, searching for you amongst the crowd. Trey directed him back to the garden. However, he heard your voice coming from the table. He turned around, heart pounding as he mustered the will to ask you to sit next to him, when…

He saw Deuce, sitting next you, arms around your neck as he locked the clasp of a necklace.

"This used to belong to my mother…she wanted to give it to you because she thinks of you as family, prefect." Deuce spoke quickly, face reddening as you held his hands and thanked him. "…And I think it suits you wonderfully, too." he added quietly with those big doe eyes you seemed to love so much, and you pulled Deuce into a hug. The first-year seemed to be enjoying it a little too much. His eyes met Riddle's, and he quickly averted his gaze before tightening his hold on you, sculpted fingers tracing small circles on your shoulders.

He knew! He knew Riddle was watching, he was doing this on purpose!

Riddle's stomach churned unpleasantly, and his fists clenched as he realized his own underclassman was one step ahead of him.

Deuce turned rather quickly, accidentally bumping his arm on the edge of the table. He sharply exhaled in pain, and you immediately started fretting over him. You gently rubbed the area where he had hurt his arm, and Deuce couldn't hide the sly smile that had crept onto his face.

Oh, that had been no accident. Deuce was calculating his every move, and all while making sure Riddle was watching.

Riddle smiles to himself. He'll just have to up the ante.

Leona Kingscholar

You sat in the stands, watching the morning Spelldrive practice. Leona glanced at you a couple times, and tried to ignore the way his heart beat slightly faster. Your sass and determination had captured his attention the first time he met you, and the understanding and admiration you had for him, despite not knowing the true extent of his struggles was the final nail in the coffin.

Leona Kingscholar was in love with the magicless prefect.

Which was why the usually inactive housewarden was now actually getting involved in club practice. He zipped across the field on his broom, seamlessly zooming past his other dorm members. He scored a goal, and grinned when you cheered for him. It was nothing impressive, but there was a stark contrast between Ruggie's "great job, Leona!" and your "Leona, you're so amazing!"

But his excitement quickly faded away when he watched Epel flying towards you, hanging from his broom by the knees. The Pomefiore first-year flew dangerously close to your face, to give you an upside-down kiss on the forehead. Leona's scowl deepened as Epel gave you that pretentious innocent little laugh, acting all coy and dainty when the Savanaclaw housewarden knew exactly how much of a little shit he could actually be.

"Oi Felmier! Ditch the broom. Twenty laps, now!" He barked, and Epel's face fell.

Serves him right.

Unfortunately, the Pomefiore discipline included masterclasses in Rizz-ology, so Epel immediately put on his best 'handsome poor little lad' face and worked his charm on you, getting you to give him a hug of consolation.

That herbivore-!

Just wait until the next Spelldrive match, Epel. Leona has a surprise for you.

Azul Ashengrotto

Now, it was no surprise that Azul had found himself thinking about you a little more often than he should be. You were so nice to him, and he was just a shady businessman, and you forgave him for being a little bitch, and…

Jade would tease him about his little crush on the prefect, but Azul would immediately turn it around on the Leech. "Don't think I don't see the way you ogle them like the love of your life when they admire your terrariums." Jade had instantly shut up, and went back to the Mostro Lounge.

It was a busy day at the restaurant, and most of the seats were already taken. Azul watched you like a hawk as you entered the lounge, scanning the area before someone called out to you.

Sebek Zigvolt.

Azul strode over, planning to swoop in and steal you away so you could have VIP seating in the private rooms, but the Diasomnia first-year moved a couple bags to make space for you. He had impeccable manners, Azul noted, as the fae pulled out a seat and helped you sit down, offering you a glass of water. Azul's hands squeezed the air as he watched Sebek fix your appearance, adjusting your tie and straightening your uniform jacket, gloved fingers brushing against your skin too many times for the Octavinelle housewarden's liking.

Why, to be bested by a first-year…

Azul walked over to your table to greet you, and successfully struck up a conversation with you. He could feel his face warming as you watched him intently, listening to his new ideas for the Mostro Lounge with rapt attention. However, you were interrupted by a sudden chill running down your spine, from the lounge's air conditioning.

Before Azul could even offer you his blazer, Sebek had already taken his off, and was draping it around your shoulders. "Are you feeling cold, human? Fear not, this jacket will keep you warm."

Did that half-fae boy have the reflexes of a god? He also notes, that despite the indifference on Sebek's face, the tips of his pointy ears were bright red. Unfortunately for Azul, the first-year's kindness did not go unnoticed, and you leaned into his side.

Sebek glances at him with a smugness that makes Azul's blood boil. He may have out-gentleman'd him this time, but Azul would get him next time for sure.

Oh, the deals he would have to sign would be worth it.

Jamil Viper

Jamil tried not to stare. He really did. But it was so difficult when you were dressed so deliciously in the silks of his homeland at one of Kalim's parties. You were talking to a few Scarabia students, who were also trying hard not to stare. Jamil wouldn't blame them; you looked absolutely ravishing. Which made it all the more difficult for him to pull you aside and talk to you.

Ever since he had let it slip that he despised having to water down his own achievements to let Kalim shine, he was sure you would've thought of him as a narcissist, someone who wanted the spotlight all for himself. But instead, you encouraged him to let loose a little more often, and praised him when he stopped holding back.

And that was why Jamil Viper, the most competent vice-housewarden in Night Raven College, was falling for you, the Ramshackle Prefect.

He retreated to the kitchen to put away the tray of drinks and fix his hair in the mirror, making sure he looked alright.

"Jamil. Stop fretting over your appearance, you look stunning as always!"

He flinched when he heard your voice, and immediately straightened his posture. "Ah, prefect. I'm glad to see you." I am absolutely delighted to see you walk into the kitchen because you wanted to specifically talk with me and nobody else in Scarabia, is what he thought, but he would never voice it. Not in a million years. You smiled, and walked over to him.

"You have got to tell me how to make those fig bars. You're like, a culinary god!" You sighed, resting your head in your hands on the kitchen counter.

"So is Trey," he teased, look down at your face. Adorable.

"Yes, but even so…your cooking, it's you! It's so good."

Jamil felt his face grow impossibly hot, and he fiddled with the drawstrings on his hoodie. "I'm happy you think that way."

"Prefect!" A chipper voice exclaimed from the kitchen entrance. It was Ortho, who had come to the party in Idia's stead.

"Hi Ortho!" You grinned, circling your arms around the boy. "What's up?"

"I wanted to show you the garden I've been working on!" he exclaimed, holding your hands. "But it only looks good in the daylight, and there are about 31.286 minutes until sunset!"

"Do you want me to come check it out with you now?" You asked, and Ortho nodded enthusiastically. You looked at Jamil apprehensively. "Oh…but I was talking with Jamil-"

"That's not an issue! Jamil Viper's sister has come to visit, so he will be busy attending to her anyways!" Ortho cuts you off, and makes big golden puppy eyes. Since when was Ortho programmed to do that?

Jamil sighs and gives you an apologetic smile. "It's okay prefect. We can talk some other time."

You wave him goodbye and Ortho drags you along through the mirror to the woods behind campus, far, far away from Scarabia.

Jamil lets this one slide. But he will exact his revenge.

Wait until he steals you away from the entire college one day.

Vil Schoenheit

The ballroom is crowded, as Vil gives you an impromptu runway walk lesson. You strode across the room with the confidence Vil had been trying to bring out of you for the past thirty minutes.

"Good job, prefect. This is your best run yet." Vil praises, patting your back while Rook gives you a brilliant smile. "Take a couple minutes, and then we'll try it again with heels."

You pouted, and Vil chuckled before turning around to tend to the other students. You sat down and deeply exhaled, leaning back. Vil gave you a fond glance before correcting one of his dorm members' posture. He was proud of your determination to perfect your walk, despite it being one of his spontaneous whims. There was no need for you to be working this hard, really.

That was one of the reasons he found himself falling for you. You were unapologetically you, while simultaneously being a person everyone liked. You were diligent, accommodating, and kind. Perhaps too kind, he recalls bitterly when he fell victim to a moment of weakness at the VDC. He had disappointed everyone on the team, but more importantly, you. You had no obligations to help him, yet you were a welcoming host and wonderful manager.

When he turns around to check on you, he sees Jack helping you put your heels on. The beastman first-year is especially gentle with you, asking you every few seconds if you'll be okay with wearing such pointed heels. You stand up and wobble a bit, and Jack holds you by the waist to steady you.

Vil smiles, finding it endearing that the wolf beastman is so caring…until he sees Jack giving him the criminal offensive side-eye.

What.

Is Howl…goading him? Is he trying to make Vil jealous? Yes, Vil is very jealous, now take your hands off of the prefect, Jack-

But he cannot say that out loud, so he opts to shoot back the bombastic side-eye while crossing his arms and frowning. He becomes even more flabbergasted when Jack appears to ignore the warning and scoff, bending down to whisper something into your ear. No, he doesn't like how close the first-year is to you. He doesn't like it at all.

You laugh and Rook calls you over, sensing his housewarden's darkening aura. However, Vil's eyes do not leave Jack's retreating figure as the beastman leaves the ballroom.

He will have his way with you soon, Howl.

Idia Shroud

Idia sits in comfortable silence as he taps away at his controller and you read a light novel in his room. He feels a warmth in his face, knowing that out of all those SSR troublemakers, you seek him out to spend time with him because you want to. And you're such an amazing person, tackling mind-numbing catastrophes without magic. You're like one of his favorite anime characters.

But this is different. He loves you in a way that is incomparable to his hyperfixations. You were all he ever thought about, and he knew he was down bad when he skipped a limited-time event to hang out with you at a convention. You made him feel adequate, and someone worth loving.

But unfortunately he will never have the courage to lay down in your lap, where Grim is currently snoozing. You pet his head gently, and the cat purrs.

Idia doesn't know who he wants to be more: you, or Grim? Giving headpats, or receiving them?

He wants to call you over to his side to look at a new anime he found, but you're occupied with your little feline familiar.

For all he despises attention, Idia sure is good at attracting it.

He inches closer towards you, and lays his head on your shoulder. You feel the blue flaming locks of hair curling along your face, and you can't hold back a smile as you wrap your arm around Idia and…

Achievement unlocked: Prefect Headpats!

Idia turns his head a little, and feels an odd sense of jealousy when Grim opens one eye to look at him. Aha, caught red-handed; the little bugger had been trying to steal your attention away from Idia the entire time!

Soon, you fell asleep, with one hand on Grim's stomach and the other on Idia's head. Your fingers were dangerously close to brushing against his cheekbone, and Idia could hardly keep it together.

Grim whispered menacingly, "This is my henchhuman. If you don't back off, I'll tell Ortho that you were invited to Cater's slumber party."

The third-year froze. Oh no, if Ortho heard about that, he'd stop at nothing to get Idia to go. Reluctantly, Idia removed his head, but not without shooting Grim daggers from his eyes.

He was going to get back at the evil kitty.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus strode across the garden, taking in the scenery. He smiled to himself, remembering how you insisted on taking care of it. Despite the rapidly worsening condition of your dorm, you wanted the flowers to flourish. A touch of old world charm, you had called it.

His finger gently grazes the petals of a white, glowing moon bloom, planted far away from the others, in a clearing. His heart beats faster every time he recalls why you had planted it. "It reminds me of you, and how your beauty stands out, amongst everyone else. If I plant it here, I can admire it without any difficulty!"

Oh, his Child of Man would be the death of him.

However, you were supposed to be joining him on a walk today. He frowns, and the distant rumble of thunder alerts you of his presence, sitting in the living room at Ramshackle.

"Crap, I forgot about Tsunotarou! Give me a second, Ace!" You jumped up and ran to the window, spotting your friend standing by the moon blooms.

"Has the Child of Man forgotten about me?" Malleus teases, mood lifting when he spots you.

"I'm so sorry, Tsunotarou! I was in the middle of tutoring Ace and I forgot to tell you about it. Please don't be mad!" You apologized, and Malleus walked over to gently flick your forehead.

"As if I could ever be mad at you." The Diasomnia housewarden catches a glimpse of your Heartslaybul first-year friend sitting on the lush couch, evidently getting cozy with you, and his eyes met Malleus'. The fae's eyes flickered back to you. "Will you be joining me afterwards?"

Unfortunately for Malleus, manipulation extrordinaire Ace Trappola had an ace up his sleeve.

The first-year held his face in his hands, and pretended to breath heavily. After a few seconds, he lifted his head, and Malleus could see the red in his watery eyes.

"Prefect…I can't solve this question. I feel so dumb..." Ace chokes out.

Bravo, Trappola. An outstanding award-winning performance.

You however, didn't seem to catch on, and Malleus could almost physically see your heart going out to the first-year. You ran over to Ace, rubbing his back to comfort him. "You're not! This one is pretty difficult, even Riddle had trouble with it."

Malleus knew Ace was struggling not to crack a smile at Riddle's incompetency, but the Heartslaybul junior had to continue his theatrics for the sake of it.

The fae feels a pang of jealousy, and his grip on the wooden frame of the window tightens. Ace's expression was hidden from your view, as you held him in a tight embrace to help him "calm down". Malleus' grits his teeth when the first-year grins mischievously at him, mouthing the words "suck it, Draconia."

He will not let that red-haired Child of Hobgoblin get away with this.

WARNING, OMEGAVERSE SLIGHT NSFW: TALK ABOUT DICK AND KNOTS

Imagine Beta Idia x Omega Reader,

Like with how socially awkward he is, it's obvious who is wearing the pants in the relationship.

"Why do you even like me? I'm just a beta normie"

"Because you're my silly beta normie. Now come on and lay with me we gotta play the new Resident Evil!".

Like, (Reader)Yuu is constantly scenting this man, and he is like 'wtf bro get off me, but like keep doing what your doing'.

Then all of Idia's dormmates are jealous because 'how the hell did this shut in land an omega?'. Man's got life bragging points.

"Bro how did you land an omega like that?"

"Idk ask them"

"I just think he is a silly little man....I love that he doesn't have a scent and isn't cockish"

Also in the omegaverse, is there like sex toys for beta × omega couples or even omega x omega couples. Like a strap that acts like a knot. Idk that seems like an investment for these two.

"Babe! Hurry!!!!"

"I'm TRYING! YOURE MAKING ME NERVOUS! HOW DO YOU EVEN PUT THIS THING ON?"

...

"AHHH WHY IS IT SO HUGE?! NORMIE?!?!"

Slasher!twst introduction…graphic for those who are sensitive to murder and overall fucked up shit in general.

I do not condone or support this behavior in any way, this is for entertainment purposes and for those who enjoy slasher films (it's where I got inspired off of) and not glorify actual serial killers.

basic tw. murder, human trafficking, abuse of power, clearly unhinged and purposely not good characters, mentions of snuff films, stalking, cannibalism, mentioned beheading.

Note: might come back to add more stuff and fix grammar lolz

Riddle

A doctor who craves to see his patients insides. Riddle finds everyone to be unique, during his years in the medical field he’s seen it all. Unlike most people he’s intrigued on the human body, almost taking the role as a psychiatrist but it’s nice to be up and personal with a corpse.

He wishes to understand every single aspect of the human body and brain, there is so much to learn and see. He’s kept a couple of his patients eyes in his lab, staring back at his favorites in remembrance of their once living memory.

Hot tempered however. Abuses the power that he’s a doctor, someone you should trust in health and well being. It kinda gets him off. Besides that he can’t stand patients who don’t listen, snobby and lack manners when he’s asking questions. An easy killer to avoid, just don’t catch his attention.

Trey

Did you see it coming? The friendly baker who’s pastries taste so good yet different no matter the brand. Trey is great at avoiding conflict, his victims are loners, people who don’t have much of a name. No one would suspect him because Trey made it his duty to befriend the law, clean from their records.

Trey had killed off a classmate that bothered him or snuck their nose in places it shouldn’t be. Resulting his decision to hide the evidence by making it into deserts. Or better, meals prepped for guests he plans on bringing over. When he doesn’t need to use his unique magic he eats it as it is. Human flesh doesn’t taste as bad as media says.

Calm and friendly. Someone you wouldn’t expect. Probably lures his victims by giving false hope, he can help you with anything you need. Seduction if needed, get you to isolate yourself so no one would suspect he was behind it. Another easy killer to avoid, don’t pry into his business.

Cater

Makes snuff films. Pretty popular for his cherry attitude and quirky kills. Got into this kind of stuff in high school, at first he was disturbed, but it grew on him the more his curiosity got the better of him. Becomes more self aware of people’s likes and dislikes, this sick thought that he can harm someone. Kill, someone’s daughter, son, and baby he could kill. With hopes and dreams, he can take it all.

Two-faced, he’s great at pretending, a little too good at being your trendy friend who enjoys giving his fans what they want. And he does exactly that. It was the attention he never thought he’d be addicted to. The praise and vulgar language, amusing.

Victims range from how popular and known you are, or if you really caught his eye and he thinks you can scream just right. His unique magic makes great use, multitasking on being in places he shouldn’t be, getting information and learning his victim’s routines. Those who love dressing cute, may you never cross this man.

Ace

A shitty killer, does it for fun. There’s nothing tragic for him he just thinks breaking the law is great….when he’s not caught, thanks to a little friend of his. Likes the adrenaline of a fight, resistance gets him off badly. Pants like a fucking dog if you’re bitchy, finds it hot when his victim can bite back. Brings him more of a challenge.

Picks up his victims from diners or the bar late at night. He’s got charm, unlike his high school years he’s learned to bite back his tongue and instead seduce his way through in situations. Here to impress, after a couple of failed attempts he’s gotten rid of he knows how to play his cards.

Gotten away with a lot of things. Like Trey he has befriended the law, the more corrupted side. The one that enjoys hurting the innocent, that understand the power trip of accusing and punishing. Deuce is his partner in crime, the two are almost regularly seen together.

Deuce

Genuinely wanted to help those in need. He saw himself as the savior in the story, he’s doing good by getting rid of the bad guys. But it’s starting to get boring. No matter how many times he’s slapped himself with water or stare at the cells. The way some more of his aggressive officers handle their suspect started to irl him. In a way others would deem normal.

Man did he miss the feeling of slamming his fist into another’s, the crunching sound of his knuckles and their jaw was exciting. Like a rush of youth, their cowering expression brings him memories that he didn’t know existed. Who is he to lie to himself that what he’s doing is wrong, it feels right to put criminals back in their place.

Respected by all. No one would bat an eye regarding his past records of violence during his school years. Deuce is a changed man they say, even when he’s with that play boy friend of his. He’s gotten better at controlling his bloodlust, the law honors a great officer like him.

Leona

It’s gotten rather lonely and boring lately. Leona had gone into some shady places to get the things he wanted. He’s no stranger to things such as assassins and human trafficking. That was something he was interested in, you only live once to do something fun. Such as owning a person. He’s a prince, it’s the least they can do to shut their mouth and let him have this moment.

Just as him, his family is corrupted, turning a blind eye to Leona’s hobby in collecting different types of victims to play with before discarding. Too many times did he wash the blood away and under his nails. Ravishing in their cries and last moments before taking it. Maybe it was the hunt he was after, but thinking about it that way reminded him of that hunter. Possible chance of them hunting together for sport.

No law can touch him. Not when hush hush money is being covered. Every eye witness is ordered to be silenced with threats and a wad of cash hovering above. Leona takes great interest in enthusiastic people, they rub him off in a nice way that makes him want to see them squirm.

Ruggie

Works for Leona. When Leona doesn’t find the time to buy his next toy that’s where Ruggie comes in. Ruggie has a good eye for candy that’s either sweet or sour, didn’t matter as long as they’re warm and breathing. Ruggie had dug himself deep into things he shouldn't at a young age, but the money was tempting, food was scarce so often relied on the dead people left behind after harvesting their organs.

Leona often gives him a treat for a job well done, getting rid of witnesses or naughty toys. Hyenas have teeth that can easily chew through bone, he's basically a garbage disposal for him. Not that he minds. In fact he loves the lifestyle he has at the moment.

This can go multiple ways, Ruggie is either Leona's personal assassin/helper or a cannibal by heart. But he prefers to work in the crowd, working all alone can have it's flaws, no better way than to have easy access. It's simple, when Leona is happy so is he.

Jack

Some sort of vigilant. Unlike the rest, he beats himself up for not controlling his emotions better. His more animalistic side gets the better of him when he sees the weak get pushed around. Multiple times has he actually tried to stop and get help, but his brain mushes and stretches each time he's seen something dead, unmoving, bloodied and crying in front of him. As if it was right to hurt them. There's so many people who are bad, he'll do the right thing by getting rid of them one by one.

This doesn't go as planned, he's built up some degree of blood lust, a need to excuse his behavior. Slowly getting into denial that what he's doing is ok, as long as no one knows. From killing off bad people to taking in those he deemed interesting. It was normal he said, a wolf needed to protect the weak. Whether they want it or not.

Jack isn't dumb but his victims are usually scared shitless to reason with him. But with a more collected person they can try talking it out with him. Jack however can get possessive because said victim has a point. You understand Jack, you helped him with all the burden and worry. He can't let you leave now tho...

Azul

Everything Azul had was all built up from scratch. He's made some unpleasant decisions to get to where he is now. High off of power and greed he cared little. His morals stripped the second he shakes hand with governments officials. They pay large sums to trade, buy, and sell things for the sake of their country. Organs play a great game into his empire, with the help of the twins social net work he was able to be top dog. Yet up in the surface he's nothing but a gentleman.

Azul gets his hands dirty by obtaining illegal substance and trafficking. Getting himself into these types of business opened his eyes to a whole new world, people are willing to do anything to survive, it's horrible and harsh. But it's starting to grow on him.

He's built connections with corrupted officials for the sake of enjoyment, it's nothing but fun for his customers. He's all too happy to supply them with things that'll keep them satisfied. All of this influenced him to have a cute thing of his own. Wouldn't it show just how much power he has?

Jade and Floyd

They work for Azul, he's just full of surprises! Jade and Floyd are kept busy with doing Azul's dirty work, relieving in targeting their newest victim so they can be sold off. Or knocking at a mans doorstep because he didn't pay Azul back on time. It's a sense of rush, the urge to harm and cause chaos among the innocent. Their job is to keep tabs on clients for any potential scammers, snatching people off the street in the middle of the night, sort of like the mafia but worse.

There is a low chance in encountering them or becoming their victim because of connections to their business. Alter egos, well associated with celebrities or people in power. And they're mostly seen with Azul as body guards, the ones actually doing the more "dirty work" for him. Discarding bodies or simply eating them to quickly get the job done.

Jade is interested in keeping something for the sake of experimenting or true relations. Floyd often have quick hook ups with people he finds interesting before getting bored again. Horrible and cruel with their things, none yet to survive, their parents have yet to complain in need of grandchildren and to further expand family business.

Kalim

Has some type of connection with Azul. Not much besides the trafficking. Something much more sinister under all those smiles, either because of his position or he's great and should do theater is the reason he faces no consequences. Family like the Leech are similar when it comes to traditions, keeping those in power satisfied with twisted and inhumane products. Kalim is probably desensitized, because at a young age it was taught to be normal to traffic those paid high enough. No longer seen as human.

Still very kind to others however, just much more aware and less dense when it comes to more darker subjects. Doesn't get his hands dirty, controls what route or person is taken in, receipts and what not. No hard feelings, maybe just don't be poor/jk

Encountering him is hard, must be related through connections or snooping too much. Like Leona, had many playthings in the past almost like a harem of those who passed his test. Nothing but sweet to his victims because he believes they get to experience pleasure before dying.

Jamil

Plays the same role in canon, Kalim's bodyguard/servant. In this AU he has not yet to envy Kalim as they set foot in the same page. Instead understanding each other through words and acts of loyalty. Has killed at a young age in order to protect Kalim, finds it his purpose to enjoy life while he has the chance. Disturbingly enjoys his job because he has an urge for bloodlust, possible sociopath. Helps get rid of unwanted enemies that are after Kalim in revenge.

Taunts his victims a lot, usually uncaring unlike Kalim. Innocent or not he's ruthless when it comes to disposing of them, gives him a sense of adrenaline in hurting those who did no wrong. Power abusing his status and strength for the fun of it. When not protecting Kalim he goes on his way to meet potential clients who wish to buy someone off or have them killed.

Stalks his victims and always a step ahead, interestingly enough if he finds them intriguing he might just keep them alive for a while. It's nice getting to know someone unwillingly before taking their lives, the thought of their future and life in his hands irks him to continue. Until he gets attached.

Vil

A killer who nobody would suspect as well. Vil is a famous and well known celebrity, who knew his hobby was stalking some more attractive fans and committing unspeakable crimes. Started this hobby in high school. Was somewhat detached as a child as he used to kill small rodents and was home schooled by private and strict teachers. As an actor he does an amazing job in not getting suspected of things people wouldn't think he had the guts to do.

With his magic in going undercover the paparazzi have trouble finding him, they're exhausting so he takes out his frustrations by eyeing pretty things that either adore him or unsuspecting. His reasons are fueled with envy towards those who are kind and considerate, a nobody that catches his eye. So he starts going for both.

Money can do a lot to satisfy his killing spree taking those he favorites and keep their bodies somewhere in one of his penthouses. In a room hidden underground, their body is plastered in a way he'd call art, hanging on the ceiling or kept in glass containers.

Rook

Family tradition to take unsuspecting hikers or foreigners as a sport. Instead of hunting for animals they hunt for people. Once a year the Hunt family meet up with their victims to set them free in whichever area was picked to search for them later on. A game of cat in mouse and usually Rook beats his siblings to these types of games. Can get very attached to his victims, finds every one of them beautiful when alive and dead.

He lives rather far from the city, having to move place to place because of his family's games. This gives him more opportunities to meet new people and find potential victims. Like any hunter, he's sharp and gets straight to the point, police have trouble finding the killer that's been abducting random hikers.

Pretty basic to encounter, because he spends most of his times living in the middle of the woods far away from civilization. I've seen the trend of Rook being a slasher like ghostface and I'm here for it, this is just my take on him in this au, much more darker.

Epel

The type of slasher to get away with everything because of pretty privilege. In this au Epel willingly cross dresses to trick his victims. Bias he was inspired to become a slasher because of movies. What exactly spiraled him to get into these type of things was for the sake of petty revenge. Tired of being seen as weak and fragile, he finds it amusing to see the confused and terrified look on their face when he's revealed to be their misfortune.

He gets really into his hobby, deceiving men who assumed he was a girl and easily befriending their families in case fingers were pointed at him. In fact Epel actually has several identities regarding cross dressing. He doesn't stay very long in places and tends to move when he can.

Victims? Majority are men he dislikes when first meeting. It's rare of him to go after girls, at times he will correct them if they misgender him or he plays along. Meaning putting up the act of a girl best friend. This usually happens if he's interested.

Idia and Ortho

Corrupted during his childhood. Had access to the internet and parents just weren't watching what he was looking at. Idia has seen it all, with the murders, snuff films, and inappropriate ads. It stuck with Idia through adult hood, all his years he's lived in guilt and fear, he's more unstable and lets his thoughts get the better of him. And Ortho makes it worse. It's unsure if Idia is seeing Ortho and hallucinating his voice, he blames that he's the source for all of his killings. All of the failed experiment and loved ones that "passed" away.

Ortho is dead in this au, Idia just can't accept that. But this forms him into who he is now, his family cover up whatever shit he's done, in fact they encourage Idia to do what he must if it made him happy. I wouldn't say they are shitty, because they know exactly what they're doing.

Idia had grown an obsession with trying to revive the dead, or make humans stay longer, he already failed with Ortho and is willing to spare more lives for the sake of science. His victims are people he met online, trollers or crushes to be exact.

Malleus

Malleus is a powerful fae who is influenced by his status, with that power comes a tendency for arrogance and a sense of being above the rules and law. This can be seen in his treatment of others in his kingdom, but it's (not) safe to say he prefers to go after humans instead. it could certainly lead to a sense of entitlement and a lack of regard for the lives of others. Additionally, he is a very passionate character who can easily become consumed by his emotions, and if those emotions are negative, it can lead to a desire for revenge or a need to assert his power and authority through violent means.

After years of being neglected only anger was left, he doesn't see people around him as equal rather than pawns. It's due to jealousy does he tend to lash out on those who either wronged him, throwing fits and tantrums when things don't go his way. Malleus has a glimpse of a child-like behavior when consumed by these emotions, having to replace one too many maids when crossed his paths.

He may be attracted to targets that are also powerful or notable in some way. This could include powerful magic users, royalty, or prominent figures within the magical community. Alternatively, he may also target those who have wronged him in some way, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Lilia

war veteran that craves the glory and violence when it came to the human and fae war. He’s not like crazy sadistic or anything but killing when “necessary.” Which is a bad excuse because he doesn’t feel bad when harming bystanders that accidentally trip their way into his business. Also being a war veteran he’s highly respected so no one is on his ass when suspecting.

I’d say he’d miss the way skin goes under his nails, having a life in your hands is exhilarating to say the least. It’s almost comforting to him because of how harsh his days were back then. Headcanon that Lilia fought in war at a very young age, traumatic yet he’s addicted to the very thing that harms him. It’s unhealthy but I think he’s in a position to not care, being highly respected of his status is a free way ticket.

Silver

Not a slasher. A poor unexpecting citizen who’s friends with psychos. Silver is kind of a victim in this AU…? Sometimes Silver finds things he should’ve left behind, but in the goodness of his heart he seeks out the problem of his “friends” disappearance. Because of this Lilia regularly has to keep up with Silver so he doesn’t make those mistakes again. Using magic to reduce his memory of the night he saw a woman get beheaded, his son too kind for this world.

But he can be your friend in here!!! Befriending Silver is almost like a golden token, less likely to be victim depending on who’s eye you’ve caught. Some won’t care if you’re under his protection and Lilia’s. Silver could get attached to you tho, causing him to get unpleasant thoughts of wanting to keep you safe, even by force.

Slasher of a making? Lilia would find this an opportunity to fill his head with scenarios and create a false impression of his doings. He’s right to keep you, it’s for your own good and everyone around him keeps leaving. You’re all he has left.

Sebek

By slasher I mean background character lmaoo. As usual, works with Malleus as his personal guard. You could’ve been so many things to get in a situation with Sebek/Malleus, having been bought or maybe a friend of Malleus that he grows to resent. Sebek knows better then to let anger get the best of him, having blood on his hands are a normal occurrence especially when assassins tend to come left and right. So he’s always alert and very distanced when it comes to forming a relationship.

Some sort of executer, gets rid of any evidence from either within the castle or a good hunt. Much more connected to his animalistic urges but can easily overcome them. Anything grotesque sets him off to harm those around him. His hunger for any sort of flesh is unmatched, worse than any other beastfolk as he consumes it raw and alive.

Sebek would be the last person you’ll ever meet because encountering him is very very random. He’s a busy person who is barely seen in public unless it’s for important events that includes Malleus being there.

OH MY GOD SHE WOULD LMAO SHE TOTALLY WOULD-- @aphmaulover94

Homewrecker, husband-stealer villainess!

Idia is not going anywhere, you hear me?! You might be happy being the other woman, but I'm not happy with the pair of horns!

NOTE: I only write for female Reader, but everyone is welcome to read!

Inspired by @adrianasunderworld in this funny as hell post.

THIS HAS A SEQUEL! What if we fake married for real? (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾) ~★

"To give someone a pair of horns" is to cheat on them. Also, Rook gets involved because he'd absolutely adore to be part of the drama.

— (⁠╬⁠☉⁠д⁠⊙⁠)⁠⊰⁠⊹ฺ

Idia knows he's not frozen like the others, but honestly, he feels like it. He feels like even his lungs, even his heart has stopped. All because of this cute-faced npc who forced her way into a romance route with him. If he could think about it, he'd think about that horror game with the same story, but right now his mind is blank.

He has reached the point of no return. Actually dying would just reinforce his fate.

Or, at least, is what he thought. Almost as if answering to his thoughts, there's a loud noise coming from the other side of the doors, followed by footsteps.

Then the doors are thrown open by none other than (Y/N), the Ramshackle Housewarden that the school affectionately tends to call "Prefect".

She's dressed to the nines in a breathtaking wedding gown, the skirt pooling around her like God-Tier CGI, the blue accents contrasting beautifully with the pearly white of the dress, the blue roses decorating her head in a crown making her look like Persephone herself. She'd look perfect, if it weren't for the tear streaks her make-up left behind.

Wait. Tear streaks?

The silence breaks with the Prefects loud, shrill screech, a sound no one has ever thought she, the usually soft spoken and gentle Prefect, would be capable of.

"HOMEWRECKER!"

Without stopping to breath, she walks forwards, looking angrier and angrier each step taken.

"How dare you, you conniving bitch?! How dare you steal my groom! ON OUR WEDDING DAY?!" she screams at Eliza, stopping in the middle of the way to point at... at Idia himself?! "And you! You good-for-nothing two-timer! How dare you leave me waiting at the altar?!"

"Young man, I am terribly disappointed!" Professor Crewel chides from behind her, and Idia finally notices the group that actually came in with her. "I did not give you permission to marry my daughter, my first and only daughter, for you to break her heart on her happiest day!"

"Big brother! How could you! Think of your child!" Ortho chimes in, and if Idia hadn't built tear tracks on the boy himself, he would believe firmly in his tears. "Little Meg would be so sad if her daddy just left for another woman!"

"Idia, what is the meaning of this?!" it's Eliza's turn to screech, turning to him with fury in her eyes. Idia stutters a few random letters, trying to form words, just as confused as she is.

Until it clicks.

Right. Fake relationship. How could he forget one of the most cliche tropes in romance's history?

"I... I... t-this isn't what it looks like!" he finally manages to say, trying to look as desperate as he can, which is not hard considering what his fate is in case this plan fails. "I can explain!"

"Is it because of my past with Rook?! "

"Young man, you're still hung up on that, despite being the only man I've ever approved for my daughter?"

"What?!" someone yells in the crowd, but the man in question promptly enters the play as if he was born for this moment alone.

"Monsieur, I have told you this already, but I shall say it again! My dear dove's happiness is the most important to me! If she has chosen you, then my heart shall settle!" What the fuck, why is Rook so good at improv?

"I-I know!" calm down, Idia, think of this as a rhythm game and keep the beat going! "I don't... I don't want this, but this villainess wouldn't listen!"

"Wait, so this woman is telling the truth?!"

"This woman?! THIS WOMAN?! You mean his true bride?!" (Y/N) steps closer, fat crocodile tears rolling down her cheeks, smudging her make-up even more. "You- you- you husband-stealer! Know your place! You come into my house, you steal my groom and the father of my daughter-"

"I see no child-"

"Do you think I'd bring my child to see my husband's mistress?!"

"Big sister, calm down, think of the baby! Your stress levels are dangerously high!"

"WHAT BABY?!"

"Monsieur Shroud, if you do not fix this situation, I shall be taking my belle back! Do not worry, the children will not grow without a father!"