LMAO SLAY Y/N

LMAO SLAY Y/N

Also Malleus... so cyute!

Who Does The Prefect Like?

Pairing- Malleus Draconia x Reader

Synopsis - You’ve been acting awfully suspicious lately and Detective Grim with his team of sidekicks is determined to solve the case of what you’re up to.

Genre - fluff, established relationship

Notes- this is for @dulcesiabits writing event. Go check them out, they’re amazing!!

“Grim, I’m going for a walk!” you called behind you as you shrugged as you slipped on your shoes. You giggled when you heard an obnoxious groan from the living room. Grim scampered over to the front door and crossed his arms.

“Again? You always disappear in the evening,” he protested, a disgruntled pout on his face. “Where do you even go?”

“It’s just a walk. I’m not going anywhere,” you chuckled and bent down to ruffle the fur on the cat’s head. “Besides it’s good exercise.”

“You can get exercise when I’m around,” Grim grumbled as he begrudgingly nuzzled his ears into your hand. “What if you come across some creep? Who’s gonna protect you then, huh, henchman?

"I’ll have you know, I’m perfectly capable of fending off creeps,” you rolled your eyes before lighting up in remembrance. You ran to the kitchen and returned with a couple of the cookies you had made that day. Grim raised his eyebrow in suspicion.

“What’s that for?” He barely caught the way your eyes shifted around, avoiding his gaze.

“Just… in case I get hungry on the way back,” you smiled unconvincingly and Grim narrowed his eyes. You shifted under the scrutiny of his gaze before turned to the door. “Well, I’ll be off! Try not to burn the dorm down again.”

“Sevens, Y/N! It was one time,” Grim yelled after you as you closed the door. He sighed in resignation and plopped back down on the couch.

—————

You tiptoed through the door, shutting it as quietly as you could. Your “walk” had gone on much longer than expected and your watch now read 11:56. Grim was likely already asleep.

You crept past the couch towards the stairs. You cringed when a loose board creaked but continued onward. Before you could make it to the stairs, a lamp flicked on.

Grim sat on an armchair with his arms crossed, which would’ve been more intimidating if his legs actually reached over the cushion.

“And where have you been, Cinderella?” he accused, glaring at you. You chuckled nervously and leaned against the back of the couch. “It’s nearly midnight.” 

“I just got distracted, that’s all,” you lied, shifting your gaze around the room while your feline friend stared you down. “I was lost in thought and I didn’t realize what time it was.”

“Lost in thought, you say?” Grim narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously. You gulped and felt your neck heat up in embarrassment. After what felt like a lifetime of being stared at, Grim eventually shrugged and hopped off the armchair. “Whatever. I don’t care what you were doing anyway.”

“Good,” you affirmed, a little jarred by Grim’s sudden change in tune. “It’s not of your business what I do in my free time.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve got it,” Grim dismissed before looking at your hair with narrowed eyes. “What’s that behind your ear?”

You instinctively reached up to feel the purple wildflower that was tucked behind your ear. Your face heated up as you remembered how you’d got it, but you shook your head in dismissal.

“I found some flowers on my walk,” you lied as you made your way to the stairs. Grim hopped off the couch to follow you. “I just thought it’d be nice to keep it around.”

Grim hummed in consideration before rushing up the stairs. You sighed at his sudden burst of energy before brushing the . You smiled to yourself and headed up to your room.

—————

“Hey! Knuckleheads!”

Ace rolled his eyes as he heard Grim yelling at him from behind. Deuce looked up from his textbook, tilting his head in confusion like a lost puppy.

“Helloooo? I need your help,” Grim waved his hand in front of Ace’s face when he didn’t respond. He put his head right next to Ace’s ear and yelled. “Can you hear me?”

Ace swatted the relentless cat and rubbed his ear.

“Queens, what is your problem?” Ace yelled while Grim climbed into the desk and crossed his arms.

“I said,” Grim sarcastically drew out the “a” in “said”. “I need your help.” 

“And pray tell, what would you need us knuckleheads for?” Ace quipped, propping his head on his elbow. Grim groaned and put his hands on his hips. 

“My henchman has been being sketchy lately and I need your help to find out why.” 

“Y/N? Sketchy?” Deuce questioned, sharing the same confused look as Ace. “Are you sure you’re not just being paranoid?” 

“I’m serious!” Grim stamped his paw and balled his fists, causing Deuce to raise his hands in surrender. “Every night they leave for an “evening stroll”, they call it, and they don’t get back until late.”

Both boys looked at the cat expectantly becoming more confused and disappointed when he provided no further context. 

“And?” Ace stretched out the word condescendingly. “That’s not exactly an unusual activity.” 

“Shut up and listen,” Grim held up his paw to silence Ace’s naysaying. “They always leave with something weird like cookies or flowers or a book. Who needs a book on a walk? They never tell me where they were and whenever I ask they get all shifty-eyed and suspicious. And get this! One time they went out wearing a t-shirt, even though I said it was a bad idea,” Grim mumbled the last bit to himself as if he was proving a point. “but then they came back with a jacket! That’s uber sketchy!” 

During Grim’s briefing, Ace had perked up and was now staring into the distance with squinty eyes, trying to put the pieces together. When he reached a conclusion, he inhaled suddenly in surprise before laughing to himself. 

“What’s so funny, troublemaker?” Grim huffed, upset by Ace’s joking mood. 

“They don’t tell you where they’re going, they take flowers and come back with somebody else’s jacket,” Ace smirked, side-eying Deuce and waiting for him to get the hint. When Deuce just stared at him blankly, he sighed. “The perfect prefect has a secret boyfriend.” 

“A boyfriend?!” Grim shouted, only to have Ace’s hand slapped over his mouth. 

“Keep it down, you little rat,” Ace hissed and took his hand away. “You do know what a secret is, right?” 

“Why would they have a boyfriend?” Grim whisper-shouted, pouting at the thought of you having someone more important in your life than him. “And why would they keep it a secret from me?” 

“Uh, maybe because you’re gonna be a brat about it?” Ace offered patronizingly. 

“I’m not being a brat!” Grim stamped his foot again, like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. Ace and Deuce exchanged exasperated looks. “Now are you gonna help me or not?” 

“Help you with what?” Deuce asked. 

“Staking out their nightly activity, of course!” Grim exclaimed as if it were an obvious notion. “I don’t know what they’re doing with this secret boyfriend of theirs but I don’t like it.” 

The Heartslabyul boys deliberated for a moment before Ace spoke up. 

“I, for one, would love to know who the object of these midnight rendezvous,” he smiled deviously and looked at Deuce expectantly. 

“Yeah, if the prefect is dating someone, I think we should be the first to know,” Deuce agreed. 

Grim grinned proudly and hopped down from the table. 

“This is a fantastic idea.”

—————

“Grim! I’m leaving!” you called, looking behind you expectantly as Grim stared at you from the couch, almost suspiciously eager. “I’ll be sure to be back before midnight this time.” 

“Okay, bye, see you,” Grim blurted out too quickly. You eyed him in confusion but shrugged it off and set off for your walk, closing the door behind you. 

You walked along the dirt path to the gates, a little skip in your step as you swung your arms. The wind cut through your sweater but you didn’t care. You held on to the iron bars of the Ramshackle gate and spun your body around onto the main path. 

You checked the path to make sure no one was there and made your way into the forest. The streetlamps gave a little bit of residual light but it faded away pretty quickly. You were about to get out your phone’s flashlight to see in the pitch black, but a glowing green light appeared a few feet in front of you. You giggled, knowing your boyfriend was behind this, and reached out to touch it, but it darted away from your hand. 

After following the light for a while, you reached a clearing in the trees. The light shattered into tiny green sparks, hovering in the air like fireflies and lighting the clearing. Amidst the sparks, a tall figure began to take shape. You reached out your hand with a smile as Malleus took shape in front of you. 

He smiled softly and took your hand, pulling you close and brushing your cheek with his thumb. You let out an amused hum when he gently kissed the corner of your lip. He pulled away to gaze into your eyes before fully kissing you. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. You pulled away and rested your head on his shoulder. 

“I missed you,” you whispered, rocking slightly on the balls of your feet. Malleus chuckled lowly and kissed the top of your head. 

“But we saw each other just earlier today, dearest,” he said languidly. You groaned light-heartedly and looked him in the eye. 

“That was in class. Class is different,” you lamented, despising that you had to keep your relationship a secret. “I can’t hug you, kiss you, hold your hand. Aurora’s sake, I can’t even sit next to you! I’m supposed to be scared of you, you know.”

“Scared? Pray tell,” Malleus looked quite amused, which you looked at him pointedly for. 

“That’s right. You’re supposed to be big, bad, scary Malleus Draconia the Great and I’m supposed to be a quivering plebeian.” 

Malleus laughed at your impression and you caught sight of the cute little fangs that had caught your attention the first time you met. 

“Tell me, dearest. Am I really so big and bad and scary?” 

You hummed in consideration, stroking your chin jokingly. 

“Let’s see. Big, definitely. Bad, 100 percent. But scary?” you deliberated as a smile crept on your face, breaking your character. You reached up and twirled a strand of his hair with your finger, trying to keep from melting when he took your hand in his hand pressed it to his cheek. “Couldn’t be further from the truth.” 

“Is that so?” Malleus chuckled and pressed a kiss into the palm of your hand. You stared into his eyes with a playful look before a light bulb seemed to pop up above his head. You were a little disappointed when he pulled away from your embrace but you quickly became more curious when he snapped his fingers and some of the sparks converged to form a box. 

Malleus looked at you expectantly, looking quite proud of himself. You couldn’t help from laugh, whether it was from the item he just summoned or the prospect of the feared fae prince awaiting praise like a puppy. 

“Is that… a boombox?” 

Malleus nodded enthusiastically, making you laugh. 

“Lilia said that this is a modern form of listening to music and that it plays all by itself, with no musicians.” 

You laughed even harder, stunned by how oblivious Malleus was to modern technology.

“I suppose that, to you, it would seem modern, though it’s a bit dated in the current year,” you chuckled and smiled in thanks for his effort. 

“I figured, why not have the best of both our worlds?” Malleus said as he leaned down and pressed play. A slow violin melody began to play and you swayed to the music. “It’s a waltz from Briar Valley. It used to be quite popular on the islands, but I’m afraid the novelty has been lost to time.” 

“It’s beautiful,” you mused, mesmerized by the softly lilting tune. Malleus extended his hand toward you and you set your hand in his. He pulled you to the middle of the clearing and began to lead you in a waltz.

You got confused with some of the steps and stepped on his toes a few too many times but he just laughed and continued dancing. He spun you around, your clothes ruffling with the wind. You laughed when he pulled you back in, holding you for a moment too long. You pressed your forehead against his and sighed in contentment. 

“I love you,” you whispered and cupped his cheek with your hand. His eyes fluttered closed as you locked your lips with his. He pulled away long enough for you to see the intensity in his eyes. It wasn’t hungry or dangerous, but full of love and devotion that you knew was dedicated only for you. 

“And I love you, my dearest. More than you can ever know.” 

As he leaned in again, you suddenly heard a racket from the distance. Both you and Malleus straightened in confusion and began to look around the clearing. You were finally able to pick out the squabbling of three very familiar voices. You sighed, more than annoyed, and stalked over to the tree the voices were coming from. 

You grabbed Ace and Deuce by the ear and hauled them out into the clearing, their pained protests falling on deaf ears. 

“Care to explain what you’re doing?” you said calmly. Both boys swore under their breath. When you were pissed, you yelled at them. You were only calm when you were really furious. 

“I would like to preface any statement by saying it was Grim’s idea,” Ace held up his hands in surrender but you quickly shot him down with a glare. 

Grim emerged from the bush and sneered at Ace. 

“It wasn’t my fault! They were the ones who went through with the plan!”

“The plan?” you interrogated, your expression growing darker by the minute. All three of them gulped in fear. 

“I mean, it wasn’t really a plan, per se,” Deuce attempted to explain but became too nervous of your death stare. Overlapping voices tried to reason with you but you silenced them by putting your hand up. You took a deep breath and turned to Ace and Deuce. 

“I am very disappointed in you boys. I’ve come to expect your usual shenanigans but spying on me is not okay. I value my privacy very much and what I do with my free time is none of your business. You will apologize to me and you will mean it or I will be having words with Riddle. Is that clear?” 

“Yes, sir,” Deuce nodded, though it was unclear if he was enthusiastic or just petrified. Ace elbowed him and looked at the ground. 

“We’re very sorry, Y/N. We should’ve respected your personal life and not tried to pry,” Ace recited shamefully. It made you wonder if he had a speech prepared for when he got caught. 

“I promise it won’t happen again,” Deuce muttered, doing everything he could to avoid your gaze. You nodded in satisfaction and waved your had to dismiss them. Grim attempted to slip away with them but you yanked him back by the collar. 

“Don’t think you’re off the hook, little mister,” you sneered at Grim as he pouted, resigning to being held by the scruff of his neck like the kitten he was. “No tuna for a month.” 

The screech was enough to make you drop the furry creature. He gaped at you in disbelief and stuttered through an argument. You glared at him and all his words left him. 

“One. Month.” 

Grim attempted to hold your stern look but he quickly gave up in the staring contest. He sauntered back to the dorm with his head hung low. 

You sighed in relief that they were finally gone. You turned around to find Malleus watching you with eyes full of affection. 

“What?” you laughed, partially exasperated by the first years antics and partially amused by Malleus’ affectionate staring. 

“I am the luckiest person in the whole world,” he breathed, barely even thinking about his words. You averted you eyes in uncharacteristic bashfulness as he stepped closer. “I’m serious. That may have been the most attractive thing I have seen anyone do in a thousand years,” he sighed in contentment and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “How in the stars did I manage to make you mine?  The big, bad, scary fae for the beautiful, strong, amazing human.” 

You smiled and close your eyes instinctually as held your face. 

“Sounds like a perfect match to me,” you whispered and rested your head in the crook of his neck. You stood there in serene silence before your eyes snapped open. 

“Fates, they’re gonna tell everyone.”

Malleus winced as he remembered that crucial detail. You laughed at the hilarity of the whole situation. 

“Sebek is going to flip his lid,” you joked. You couldn’t stop laughing because you knew it was true. Malleus joined you in laughing, not being able to stop the first years from blabbing to the whole school. He exclaimed mockingly. 

“We’re doomed!” 

Damn the 1st years sure are nosy...

Pretty sure we all know Dandelions=Ruggie

Also yes, I'm binging these :)

the curious case of the prefect’s boyfriend.

summary: who on earth is the ramshackle prefect dating? Their friends are determined to find out. (ft. Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek).

notes: 1.8k words, fic, fluff, a part of my “who does the prefect like?” writing collab

One drizzly, gray afternoon, you return home from a long day of classes to find your best friends sitting on your couch. Epel is crunching on a bag of chips you bought yesterday, and Jack is dealing out a pack of cards to Ace, Deuce and Sebek, who promptly look up at your arrival.

You drop your school bag on the floor, books clattering on the floor. “I gave you guys a key to my dorm for emergencies.”

Ace slams his hand down on the table, making the cards flutter. “This IS an emergency. You’re dating someone, prefect, and you didn’t tell us? Us, your best friends?”

“I don’t really think we’re entitled to their personal life–” Deuce begins, before Ace shakes his head.

“Be quiet, Deuce. I’m playing the good cop, and you’re the bad one.”

“Why do I have to be the bad cop?” Deuce mumbles.

“So, prefect. What do you have to say for yourself?” Ace says.

“…What makes you think I’m dating someone?”

“That’s a very suspicious answer! Try again.”

“I thought you were playing the good cop,” Jack says.

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Cyuteeee

giving them a seelie pet —

characters !! diluc, ayato, wanderer, zhongli

note !! little drabble as im trying to fall asleep~ gn reader

Diluc

Doesn't know how to react when you gesture for a floating green glob to approach him. He gives you a death stare. "You do know this. . . thing might end up in one of the wine crates by accident? the winery isn't the safest place for a 'pet' or whatever you intend this to be. . ."

Accepts it anyway because gentlemen don't refuse gifts. he leaves it to the maids at first but it keeps following him around that he's forced to look after it (he's saved it from being trapped in fermenting wine barrels a handful of times).

Eventually comes to accept it, but also tries to make use of it. "We need to have a better way of communicating. Can you understand morse code? . . . no? squeak twice if yes. Now what about turning you into a spy. . . too difficult? then how about a delivery bird?"

Ayato

He found it amusing but also questionable because why on teyvat would you give a seelie as a gift? it's an odd present to receive that's for sure, but he accepts it anyway.

Has a habit of teasing his new little red friend. Often pokes it, either with a pen or his finger. He's tried offering it boba milktea once but couldn't figure out where the mouth was.

Wanderer

This guy would give you the weirdest look, "looks like you're not all right in the head, because a seelie. . . pet? ha, there's something you don't hear everyday. insane."

he is an absolute bully! would poke his seelie multiple times just to hear it squeak. if it squeaks a lot, he'll trap it in his hat and keep it on a table. eventually does grow fond of it, having something rely on him gives him... purpose, makes him feel needed, and it's nice to have something his (but he'll never admit it).

may share his hat with his little golden friend!

Zhongli

He's just really glad you thought of him to give the seelie to! they have quite the history and he'll tell you all about them as you give him the pet!

although seekies tend to be quite squeaky loud, his becomes very well behaved. (zhongli simply smiles and shushes it gently, telling it to read along with him if it wants, and the seelie would settle down). they become a very calm pair, casually reading or drinking tea, strolling down the harbor. seelie likes to rest on his shoulders!

ko-fi // gen.masterlist

Scawamosh 🥺😭💜

Title: His Name

Character(s): Scaramouche (Genshin Impact)

Warnings/tags: Haunted doll au: Fem!reader, drabble, dark themes, sensitive themes, obsession themes, tw horror, violence, there is no romance in this au

Note: Since Scaramouche drip market has been released~ here you go~!

Haunted doll au masterlist

"Don't touch me!" His shriek was painful to your ears, echoing. His face was cracked, so close to breaking and his eyes were hostile toward a small child that stared at him in both fear and worry.

That was all you remember from your dream when everything went black as something or someone held you so tightly. Your shoulder wet from tears all gone the moment you woke up that morning.

Scaramouche technically had one owner your grandfather recalled. A young man kind and artistic had grown interested in the doll on the shelf and bought him at a high price. Your grandfather had thought that this particular doll had found a true home but much like many dolls some return back to him. This was no different... except he came back a little cracked and a little broken.

Your grandfather wanted to fix the doll but it was difficult when he started to have horrible migraines when he was anywhere near the doll so in the end he placed it in storage and left. He thought that he could just come back and fix the porcelain doll when it calmed down and feels better again.

Who would have thought that it would disappear the next day as if it was hiding from him?

Your grandfather looked at the doll on the table as your mother started cleaning your face from the dust you collected on your face and clothes. 

You went back there again it seems.

Your grandfather had noticed that you would sometimes disappear to the second storage room he rarely goes in unlike the first. The first time you went there you found a doll you nicknamed Childe. The next time you went there you found a doll he named La Signora long ago.

He went back there again hoping to find dolls that disappeared from his sight. Yet it seems they still wish to stay hidden from his eyes for all he found were empty boxes filled to the brim with dead shells of what was once supposed to be beautiful.

All he saw was a wall of black.

Yet it seems they have become rather curious about you. Seeing that you would come back always with another doll in your hands. They were curious about some more obsessed than others but they all follow the same path.

You were not looking, when your grandfather reached for the doll only to stop when he felt a sting on his finger. Pulling his hand away he watched as a drop of liquid fell to the floor leaving red.

So much resentment was already built up it seems. Any closer and he was sure that it would be his neck next.

"Grandpa?" A small innocent voice called out to him. Your grandfather's tired eyes looked at you who was staring at his hand.

"Hmmm? What is the matter?"

"There is red liquid on your hand. The same color as that time I tripped on my knees at the playground." You stated, walking closer to him.

"I see.. that must have hurt." Your grandfather's voice was solemn without a hint of worry but you didn't realize it as you continued to stare at the blood on his finger. Looking at your grandfather in his eyes you grinned "It hurt a lot!"

"It must hurt for you too." Your focus was back on his hand again, looking at his cut finger he wondered what to say but instead looked at the doll.

"So where did you find that doll?"

"Hmmm?" You looked at the doll that was on top of the table staring at you two. Watching you hop towards it your grandfather wondered what will happen. Grasping the doll placing it in your arms almost babying it.  "I don't know... I don't remember." Your face squinted as if you were thinking hard about where you found this doll but your mind was blank.

"He is a very pretty doll."

"Yes... he is very beautiful."

"Do you know his name?" Your grandfather asked, this answer you must know when your face brightens. 

"His name is Scawamosh!"

Idia with bunny ears....

IDIA WITH BUNNY EARS

The hair. Teach me how to draw the hair pls-

At this point anyone who sres my rbs know that I'm a huge sucker for floof(fluff) and cyute(cute) stuff