JUST A PECK. (2)

JUST A PECK. (2)

kissing their forehead bcs they deserve it :(

— idia, malleus.

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dated: 11th April 2024.

ode to the lonesome prince

Pairing: Malleus Draconia x gn!reader

Synopsis: you adored him so much you would stand by his side no matter what

Tags: drabble, fluff, slightly poetic hehe, reader is a simp for malleus

Word count: 683

Notes: happy birthday dragon boi!! im so sorry im so late🥹 i wrote more especially for you and i promise ill give you another fic soon!!!

Masterlist

Your lover is an enigma to those who perceive him from a distance. The powerful aura that surrounds him is something you've come to see through. His calm and respectful yet cold tone has become a language only a few, including yourself, have learned to decipher. In his presence, you've unearthed layers of vulnerability and passion, discovering the intricate mosaic of emotions that make him who he is. And with each revelation, your connection grows stronger, bridging the gap between the mysterious exterior and the tender heart within.

Your lover is unwavering in his commitment to always give his best, navigating through life with an oblivious charm. Despite his best intentions, there are moments when he may inadvertently cause harm or make mistakes. Yet, what sets him apart is the sincerity with which he approaches apologies, never shying away from acknowledging his fault. He instead offers heartfelt apologies, demonstrating a genuine desire to make amends and ensure that your feelings are heard and respected. It's this combination of genuine effort and a sincere willingness to rectify any missteps that makes your relationship a harmonious dance of understanding and growth.

Your lover transforms into a delightful and childlike enthusiast whenever the conversation veers towards gargoyles. It's as if a spark ignites within him, and suddenly, his eyes light up with unbridled excitement. The usually composed demeanour gives way to a genuine, infectious joy. With each word, he paints a vivid picture of the stone guardians, their intricate details, and the stories they silently hold. His enthusiasm is palpable, and you can't help but be swept away by the sheer delight he radiates. There's a charm in the way he talks about gargoyles, turning a seemingly mundane subject into a respected figure.

Your lover is a fountain of kindness, his generosity flowing endlessly like a river nourishing the parched earth. Whether it's a small enchantment to brighten a mundane day or a grand display of magical prowess to make a special occasion memorable, he’s always eager to take action if it means a smile may find its way on your face. What sets him apart is his remarkable ability to remember the intricacies of your preferences, as though each detail is etched into his consciousness. Whether it's a favourite flower, a cherished book, or a specific type of tea, he effortlessly incorporates these nuances into his gestures of kindness, as if he holding a key to the chambers of your heart.

Your lover possesses a profound sense of possessiveness, a quality that perhaps stems from his draconic instincts. In the intricate dance of emotions, he is fiercely protective of the bonds he forges, especially those that pierce through the walls of his solitude. The possessiveness is not born out of malice but rather from a deep-seated fear of losing the connections he painstakingly nurtures. When it comes to those he cares about, his grip is firm, an unspoken declaration that he would go to great lengths to shield them from the unpredictable currents of the magical world.

You love how he cherishes you with a devotion akin to a dragon safeguarding its most prized treasure. When it comes to those he cares about, his grip is firm, an unspoken declaration that he would go to great lengths to shield them from the unpredictable currents of the world. There's a warmth in the gaze he reserves for you, a flame that flickers with unwavering commitment. In the warmth of his possessive embrace, there lies an unyielding commitment to safeguarding the treasures he has allowed into the sanctum of his heart. And like a dragon yearning for a trusted companion, you long to wrap him in the same sense of security and love.

Masterlist

Your lover may often seem distant from others, but you find yourself consistently eager to stand by his side, becoming his steadfast companion and introducing him to the little joys of life. It’s by his side, that you feel at home and where you’re meant to be.

Your lover, is none other than Malleus Draconia.

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𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖁𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖃 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 (𝕱𝖊𝖒)

You were inside an otome game, an old classic that you found while searching for games of the same genre.

Imagine your surprise when you realized you were inside the otome game "My Pure Elegant Love," a medieval-style otome game with nobles, kings, and knights. You had just woken up, finding yourself as the daughter of a duke, any duke. Perhaps for a brief moment, you thought you could have reincarnated as Amelie, the protagonist of this game, but you were far from it.

You quickly befriended Amélie; her sweetness and gentleness were at least forced, but you knew that was the vibe of the game. Perhaps being the daughter of a duke, you could meet other characters, like Claude, the noble and best friend of Amélie in the plot and one of the favorite characters of the small group that played this forgotten game, damn it.

There was also Nathan, one of the strongest and most talented knights in the plot. We can't forget about Kalisto, the protagonist's younger brother who had a crush on her, Luka, one of the princes and also a romantic partner in the plot, as well as the wizard Azrael, and the first Duke Eros, all romantic interests of the protagonist.

Being the daughter of a simple duke, you knew you wouldn't have a chance with those of high status like Luka, the first prince. You weren't the protagonist, but you couldn't help but envy her. Perhaps because she was receiving love from handsome boys? Or perhaps because even in this life, in this game, you weren't loved by your family. You thought that being the daughter of a duke would give you some privileges, but oh, how wrong you were. Neglected by your parents, hated by the romantic interests of the protagonist, and simply having a bad reputation.

You thought you were becoming friends with Claude and that you might even win his love, but that was thrown out the window when they all decided to embarrass you at the prince's luxurious party. You didn't know that wearing a dress that Luka himself gave you would make you the target of everyone's ridicule.

"How could you do this, [name]?" How could you? You didn't do anything wrong! There, in front of the stairs with the prince behind her, was the protagonist, wearing the same dress as yours, but prettier. Perhaps because her perfect protagonist's body and beauty were helping her.

All the protagonist's romantic interests, including the ones you liked on the other side of the screen, were looking at you with anger, perhaps even smiling as if it were planned by them, by all of them, including his highness, who at first seemed not to like you, treating you even like a servant. You envy how they were all around that bitch, comforting her, as if you were the villain, which you never were.

Everyone talked, laughed, and even mocked. "I can't believe Miss Amélie has a friend like that!" You heard a lady saying, looking down. Not even your parents cared about you, at this point, you're probably being disowned by the family.

With tears on your face, after trying to explain the misunderstanding to everyone, after being slapped by his highness and the protagonist, you felt like crap. Pulling on the dress, you turned and ran out of the hall, opening the doors brutally. You couldn't stay in that room anymore, not when everyone was now looking at you with hatred.

Unaware, you came across a balcony, hearing footsteps coming. You were scared; the prince might have sent guards after you after you "lied" to everyone while explaining.

With all your strength, you push through the balcony fence, and as you're about to jump, someone forcefully opens the doors, startling you and causing you to slip, now falling to the ground. Your tears are now stronger, groaning in pain as you try to get up.

It was with pain, dirt, and tears that you ended up behind a bush. You couldn't take it anymore; you were shaking from the cold, crying, your makeup smudged, your hair dirty and messy, your "copied" dress dirty and torn. You've never felt so worthless before.

You cried as if you were carrying all the burdens, thinking about how the romantic pairs and the protagonist were not the best; in fact, they were the worst.

Feeling a headache, you sit down, trying to breathe well and calm down as you think, "And now?"

"What's a maiden doing crying in the middle of the woods?" Looking back, you noticed someone coming, a boy. Turning your head forward, you try to wipe away the tears. You don't like anyone seeing you cry; crying is for weak people.

Then you felt something being thrown over you, a thick, large coat. Lifting your head, you now look at the boy in front of you. His melodic and calm voice speaks as he gently crouches in front of you.

"Can you tell me, fair lady?"

You sobbed, trying not to cry, mocking the nickname the boy gave you.

"Fair lady? The way I am right now, I'm barely even a girl, let alone fair or a lady," you say as you use your own dress to clean up the mess of makeup and tears.

"I don't think that," the boy continues to clean as he speaks. "To be honest, I think you're even more beautiful. You just can't see it."

The boy's hands lift your stained and dirty face. You look and notice the looks he's giving, but they're not directed at the protagonist like everyone else's; they're for you.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" His calm and concerned eyes are looking at you, waiting for your response.

You just look aside before sighing. It's better than nothing.

"His Highness, the prince, had given me a dress as a gift... to wear at the ball today, but my friend - no, Miss Amélie was wearing the same one. Some of her friends started mocking me for trying to 'copy' the girl, but when I tried to explain, His Highness said he would never give me a gift in his life, especially knowing that his 'friend' Amélie would be wearing it today," you almost can't finish without starting to cry again, sobbing as you try to explain.

"They all planned to humiliate me in front of everyone, and His Highness still insists that I'm lying!" You say, already crying again, not noticing the arms going around you. You only notice when you feel being embraced by the boy as you cling to him, crying and sobbing.

"My dear, they don't deserve your kindness or your presence. What they did was extremely awful to a lady like you," the boy says as he strokes your hair and back, comforting you, as you've always wished to be.

You were clinging to the boy, feeling betrayed, feeling used. You didn't even notice the boy raising his hand to someone behind you, to someone dressed in black, a gentleman, but not the prince's gentleman, oh no, not that traitor.

You didn't even realize how the castle was beginning to stir.

"Let's go, I'll take you somewhere else. You might end up getting sick staying here," he says as he watches you cling to him. He could feel your warmth, you were starting to get sick from crying so much. Nomura's heart was breaking at the thought of you falling ill.

"Are you okay with this, miss?" The boy asks before you nod in agreement. Nomura gets ready and picks you up bridal-style, using his own coat that was on top of you as a blanket to protect you as he carried you to his own carriage.

Watching as you had already fainted from crying, he held you gently as the carriage headed towards his castle, leaving behind an important part of the game that was happening, unaware that the game's villain was now holding you firmly.

Do I do a part 2?

Hey I like your blog a lot but I have to create an account to send this! :) can you write Dazai, Chuuya and Atsushi finding their s/o crying alone in the closet? Been feel down lately, thank 🥺💘

a/n : I hope you feel better. If you ever need to talk to someone I'm always here to talk to. I hope you like this sweetie. Much love to you, dear.

Dazai

He was used to you not answering your phone every time he called, you were an avid napper and he only called as much as he did to make sure you knew that he cared. He knew that you enjoyed waking up to see your phone screen filled with notifications from him, missed calls, and so many voicemails that the mailbox was filled completely.

He started getting slightly antsy when you didn't respond to any of his texts or calls by mid-evening. Sure, you napped a lot, but you never stayed asleep this long. You would at least have gotten up to use the restroom or get something to eat or something. "Maybe she just didn't check her phone..." He mused to himself, spinning around in his desk chair at the office, staring at his phone screen that was opened to your texts. He was waiting for those three little dots that would indicate that you were responding, that you were okay.

"Get off your phone, Dazai." Kunikida said, smacking the top of his head with his notebook as he walked by. He grunted and set his phone down on his desk, turning back to the work on the table. Sure, he didn't actually enjoy doing work, but it was the only thing that got his mind off the fact that you weren't writing back.

Back at the apartment you shot up in your bed, it felt like there was a giant weight on your chest, your head was pounding and your vision was going blurry as you felt the tears coming on. Nothing in particular had triggered your anxiety attack, sometimes it just happened. You clutched your hands to your chest as you kicked the blankets from around your legs, but they only got more tangled. Your breathing became harsher, the feeling of being trapped had you in a full blown panic and you kept kicking, trying to remove the blankets. You moved off the bed, and as you looked around you realized how dark it was. Your senses were heightened, you heard every noise from outside, you could feel the vibrations in the floor as trucks drove by, everything had you on edge.

You ran to the closet door, grabbing one of Dazai's shirts off the floor knowing that his scent would be on the shirt, you slumped down against the wall gripping the shirt tightly and bringing it up to your face, trying to find some comfort in his familiar musky scent. Your tears flowed silently as you rocked back and forth on the floor, trying to even out your breaths and calm down as much as you could.

It was 8:30 at night and you still hadn't responded to any of his calls or texts. He grabbed his coat off the back of his chair and slipped his arms through as he made his way out of the office. He was always the first person to leave, but nobody had ever seen Dazai move so quick. He ran out of the building, and luckily for him your apartment was only a block away. He started off in a sprint, his skin hyper aware, hoping to feel the much anticipated vibration of his phone in his pocket.

When he got to the apartment complex he saw that none of the lights were on in any of the windows and he began to panic, fumbling with the building key as he tried to unlock the main door to get in. He couldn't steady his hands and it took him a full two minutes just to get the key in the lock, but as soon as he did he had the door flung in and he was racing up that stairs, skipping two at a time to get to his floor as quick as he could.

He got to the apartment door and he was more careful this time, worrying that maybe someone was in there with you. He slowly unlocked the door and turned the handle, walking on his toes as he stepped into your shared apartment, careful not to make any of the floorboards creak or knock into anything. He didn't turn on any lights, but he could see in the moonlight that everything looked the same as the way he had left it this morning when he went to work. There was no sign of any struggling, but you were still nowhere to be found.

As he walked further into the house he could hear small whimpers coming from the bedroom. His mind jumped to conclusions, thinking that you had been attacked during your nap, and that the perpetrator had left you for dead. He ran as fast as he could, knocking into the decorative table that was against the wall, knocking off the pictures that had lined the table. He didn't care as the glass shattered against the hardwood floors, he just needed to get into the room.

He kicked open the bedroom door and heard your soft squeal from the closet. "Y/N?" He whispered your name as he walked over to the closet, opening the door to find you curled up in a ball on the floor of the closet. "Hey... you okay?" He asked, bending down to sit on the floor next to you. He was slightly taken aback as you scurried across the floor to move onto his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck, burying your face in his chest. "It's okay... It's okay, my belladonna. I'm here now."

He had only been slightly aware of your anxiety, you had never let on to him how bad it could get at any point during your relationship, and he surely hadn't seen you this bad off. It broke his heart to know that you had been crying by yourself in the closet for god knows how long. He cradled you against his chest, his arms loosely wrapped around you, not wanting you to feel too constricted in his hold, but he didn't want to let you go.

He would always nonchalantly ask how you were feeling every morning, making sure you were okay before he left for work. He set your phone up with a special ringtone for his calls and texts only so you knew it was him, and his texts would always be things along the lines of him telling you he loved you or asking if you were okay.

You were his beautiful belladonna, his one and only, and he wanted nothing more than for you to be okay.

Chuuya

He kissed you softly before leaving, not able to look directly at you as you pouted at him from the bed. It was supposed to be his day off, you had planned the entire day for the two of you and it was centered around him specifically. "I'll try to be back soon, baby." He said, trying not to let his frustration show through his words, he felt just as bad about leaving as you did seeing him leave.

When he got to work he realized that he had left his phone back at the penthouse, he was forgetful when he was aggravated. Now he couldn't even text you to let you know that he loved you, to tell you that he couldn't wait to see you. He was pissed at Mori for calling him in, and he was pissed at himself for accepting it. He could have said no, he should have said no. He knew that you had spent all week planning for this day, the two of you had been looking forward to it since the beginning of the week when he had informed you that he had a day off.

His phone started ringing and he picked it up, not giving the person on the other end a second to speak before he started screaming. "Will you just piss off! Leave me alone for a god damned minute!" He slammed the phone down onto the receiver and sighed. It felt good to let some of his anger out, and he didn't really care who the unsuspecting victim was on the other end of the line. Leaning his head against the back of his chair he looked up at the clock on the wall, it was already three in the afternoon, he wondered what you were doing.

You had called his phone once, just wanting to hear his voice. You missed him even more right now, knowing that he should be here with you and he wasn't. It wasn't fair, but it also wasn't his fault. You knew that he couldn't say no to his boss, it didn't take away the sting of watching him walk out that door though.

When his phone started vibrating on the nightstand you couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed. He wasn't here, and now you couldn't even talk to him because he had left without his cellphone. You sat on the bed trying to figure out what to do, and then you had it, the best idea! You pulled up the number pad and began dialing the number, it would connect you directly to his office.

You pressed the call button and held the phone to your ear, the smile already forming on your face as you waited for his voice to come through. Your mouth opened to speak, but he was faster, screaming at you through the line and you could only sit in shock, your mouth still hanging open as his voice rang in your ears. You were about to respond but you heard the phone slam on his end, and then the dead silence right before the dial tone.

Did he know it was you? Was he mad at you for calling while he was at work? Did he not like you calling his office phone? Your hands were shaking, you couldn't even hold your phone. It dropped down to the bed next to you and you slowly got up, your movements were robotic as you made your way to the kitchen. You grabbed the shot glass out of the cabinet and poured yourself a shot of whiskey. You hated the taste, but you hoped that the sting of the alcohol hitting your stomach would overpower the sting from Chuuya's words.

It didn't take much, you were a lightweight, and you soon found out that your tolerance for whiskey was even lower than your tolerance for vodka. Your head felt heavy, and when you got up to go back into the bedroom it felt like the gravitational pull was fifty times stronger than it had been before you had drank. You used anything and everything as a crutch as you walked to the room, but it seemed like with every step you took, the door moved back further. You had lost your footing and began crawling at this point towards the door, the entire room was spinning.

You don't know how you got in the closet, but when the door was shut, no light shone through and the lack of lighting helped ease your headache. The only problem now was that you were stuck with your over analytical drunken thoughts, and that wasn't a good thing at all. He hated you, he was going to leave you, that's why he accepted the job offer. He didn't want to be with you today in the first place. He was cheating on you. Your call had interrupted his fling with another woman. You started crying, and it didn't seem like it would ever end, the thoughts only continued to grow more and more painful as you dwelled on them longer.

Chuuya was called into the meeting room, and as he sat around the table he looked at everyone's faces. He expected one of them to look pissed at him, or maybe call him out for being such an ass to them over the phone, but none of them seemed phased. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Which one of you fuckers called me earlier?" They all looked confused, none of them had called him, but now he was the one confused. "Well who else has my office number?"

"I gave Y/N your office phone number, just in case there was an emergency and-" He held his hand up to cut Kouyou off, his other hand pinching the bridge of his nose as her words sank in. None of them had called... you were the only other person who would have that number... He had talked to you that way...

"Dammit!" He shouted, pushing back from the large table. Everyone's eyes followed him as he stormed out of the room, running back to his office to call back the last number. It rang and rang, but there was no answer. Then it went to voicemail. "HEEEEYYYY!!! This is Y/N! I can't make it to the phone right now... Chuuya stop! That ticklessss...." The message stopped and the beep sounded, but he couldn't speak.

He grabbed his keys off his desk and ran out the door, trying to think of what he would say, what could he say? If he had just given you the chance to speak before going off this wouldn't even be an issue. How would you even react to seeing him running through the door? Would you allow him to take you in his arms, would you listen to his apology? Surely you couldn't believe that he would purposely talk to you that way! He loved you dearly, he would never talk to you in that tone, even when you piss him off, which was a rarity, he still was able to keep his cool with you. You were too important to him to even think of talking to you in such a way that risked having you leave him.

He ran out of the building to his car, shoving the key into the ignition and pulling out of the lot, his tires squealing as they peeled across the asphalt. His fears were taking over as he sped down the freeway, hoping that he could make it to the penthouse before you left. He was so scared that you would walk out on him, and although it seems silly that you wold leave him over something so seemingly small, he knew how sensitive you were. You were so delicate, fragile... he was so worried that he had broken you.

He ran into the penthouse, his body was going the same speed his sports car had been going down the highways. Getting to you was of the utmost importance, he had to apologize, he had to tell you that he didn't mean to speak to you that way at all. When he walked in he saw the bottle of whiskey out on the counter, it was still open, the lid laying next to it. The small shot glass had a small tinge of your lipstick on the brim, and although he didn't like the idea of you drinking by yourself, at least he knew that you were still there.

"Y/N? Baby, where are you at?" He called out, looking around the open living area. He would have seen you when he walked in if you were there though, so he made his way to the bathroom door, knocking lightly before opening the door and peaking in, only to find it empty. He turned to the bedroom door that was still slightly cracked open, and that's when he heard your quiet sobs coming from the room.

He pushed the door open and looked around, expecting to find you on the bed, but it was empty as well. The sound had definitely come from this room though, so he looked around the room. A small hiccup sounded from the closet and he made his way over, tapping his knuckle against the door rhythmically before asking if he could open the door. You didn't respond, and he didn't quite know if that meant yes or no, but he didn't want to keep you waiting for an explanation, and he didn't want to stand around while you were obviously crying behind the door. He turned the knob slowly and pulled the door open, and when he saw you it was like his heart broke.

You were curled in the fetal position on the floor, clinging onto one of his hoodies like it was a lifeline, sobbing into the fabric. Your body was trembling with the shaky intermittent breaths you took in between your silent sobs. He dropped to the floor, reaching out a hand to place on your shoulder, but you jerked away from his touch. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." He whispered weakly, it killed him seeing you cry, knowing that it was his fault only made it worse.

"Was she prettier than me? Do you love her?" Your voice was muffled behind the hoodie, and he wasn't sure if he heard you correctly. You peered up from the clothing, squinting your eyes as you tried to adjust to the lighting. "You won't answer..."

"You... you think that I was... cheating?" He had heard you right, but that didn't make it any easier for him to process what you had said. Did you really think he was capable of such a thing? You sniffled and your bottom lip jutted out, he reached out to hold your face in his hands, brushing away the tears with his thumbs. "Baby doll, you are the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on, the only girl I ever have and ever will love." Had he given you a reason to doubt him? Had he not told you that he loved you enough? Did he don't tell you enough just how gorgeous you were? He would gladly remind you every second of every day just to ease your worrying mind.

He ended up sitting with you in the closet for a bit, he sat against the wall with your head in his lap. His fingers trailed absentmindedly across your body as he listened to you speak. You told him about your insecurities, how you never felt like you were good enough for him, that you were always so scared that he'd find someone better someday. When you finished speaking he made sure to reassure you that you were beyond good enough for him, that you were too good for him. There would never be anyone better than you, it was impossible for there to be someone in the entire galaxy who was as amazing, beautiful, and genuinely perfect as you.

Atsushi

Atsushi was very protective of you, considering you were the only person in his life who has ever genuinely loved him, he didn't want to lose you or the affection you gave him. He was always scared that you would leave him or that someone would take you away. He thought that he was cursed, that everything good that ever came to him would eventually die or be destroyed. He was under the impression that he didn't deserve happiness, but once he found you, he was starting to believe that maybe it was possible, maybe for once in his life he was allowed to experience true joy. The protectiveness wasn't that bad, it was just him acting on his fears, and that was something that you had gotten used to.  He wasn't over bearing, he didn't keep you locked in the house or anything, he just always checked up on you, his voice was always filled with worry whenever he called, he just loved you so much, he wanted to be sure that you were okay, that you were going to be there when he came back home. You always reassured him that you would be right there waiting for him, and you could picture in your head his cheeks burning bright red whenever you said those simple words, reminding him that you loved him dearly and that you would never leave.

You were already awake, fresh out of the shower, padding around the kitchen as you made him breakfast. He always slept in a little later, his ability was tiring for him, and using it left him exhausted. He needed extra sleep to keep up with work, but you couldn't deny how precious he looked when he was sleeping, and you always got to witness him when he first woke. He would trudge into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, his mouth stretched in a wide "O" as he yawned, before finally opening his eyes and seeing you standing at the stove working on whatever food was on the stove. It happened as planned, a perfect daily happening that you looked forward to every morning. He wrapped his arms around your back, pressing a swift kiss to your neck before working to help you lay out the plates on the table. "You're going to be okay while I'm at work, right?" It was always the same question every morning, as if anything would make today any different from the days before.

"I'll be fine Atushi. You really need to stop worrying about me so much. It's much more dangerous for you out there than it is for me in here." You tried to calm his nerves, turning around to look at him. He was sitting at the table, his head in his hands, his mind filled with worry. You made your way over to where he was sitting and draped your arms over his shoulders, planting a small kiss to the top of his head, a small sigh of relief escaped his lips as you pulled away.

"Promise me, if anything happens, you'll call me. Okay?" He turned his head to look up at you, his face becoming flushed when he saw how close your face was to his own. You nodded, it was a quick jerky movement and the smile that replaced the small pout that he had been wearing only seconds before made your heart flutter. He was perfect in every way, and sometimes you wondered if you deserved such a man as him. You pecked the tip of his nose before heading back over to the stove to flip the pancakes. Today would be a good day, a normal day, just like any other day. He had nothing to worry about.

Atsushi got into the office and everyone could tell he was on edge. They were dealing with the Port Mafia, Akutagawa being the worst of them. The Port wanted to get their hands on him, and he was paranoid about how far they were willing to go to get to him. Every other worry he had about you previously seemed like nothing now, the Port Mafia was one of the biggest threats he had to deal with, and if there was anyone who would be able to get their hands on you, it would be them.

"Hey, come on... don't worry so much. She's always been safe before, she'll be fine today, and every day after." Dazai tried to console a panicking Atsushi. He was sitting at his desk, his pen tapping loudly against the hard wood, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip so hard that Dazai was sure that it would begin bleeding any second now.

"Before... before the Mafia was after me? That's what you mean, right?" Atsushi asked sarcastically, finally dropping his pen and spinning his chair around to face Dazai. "I...I can't lose her Dazai-san... I can't!" The tears threatened to spill over, his heart rate was rapid, his breath came out quickly and when he tried to inhale it sounded more like he was choking.

"They don't even know where she is, where you live. They know nothing. She's going to be alright." Dazai patted his back before turning away, leaving Atsushi alone to dwell on his fears. His head fell against the desk with a loud thud as the tears finally fell from his eyes.

You were sitting on the couch, flipping through tv stations trying to find something that could be used as background noise for your daily afternoon nap. You finally settled on the Weather Channel before getting comfortable enough to close your eyes and get some rest. You had just begun to fall into a peaceful slumber when you heard the front door knob being wiggled. You tried to brush it off as someone possibly coming to the wrong apartment door, just an accident, that's what it was. You tried to settle back down on the pillow, but then the knob was wiggled more violently. You sat straight up, grabbing your phone as you quietly moved off the couch and tiptoed into your bedroom. There was a pounding on the door, and as soon as you got to the bedroom you shut the door behind you and locked it. The violent pounding and the jerking of the doorknob seemed to go on endlessly. You were panicking as you held the phone against your chest, looking around your room to try to find somewhere that you could hide and call Atsushi.

The closet door was cracked open and you hurried over, grabbing a metal hanger from the rack and wrapping it around the handles on the inside. You tried to calm yourself as the sounds of the possible intruder trying to break their way into your home echoed throughout the house. Your hands were shaking and your palms were sweaty as you cowered in the far corner of the closet, trying to pull up Atsushi's number. You held the phone to your ear and took a shaky breath as the ringing resounded through the speaker. It only took one ring for him to answer, you never called him while he was working, so he knew there was something wrong.

"Y/N! Are you okay? What's wrong?" The panic in his voice was still nothing close to the panic you were feeling in that moment. You wanted nothing more than for him to be here with you, to let you know that everything was going to be okay.

"S-someone... they're... trying to g-get in..." You stuttered out in a shaky whisper, your cheeks were wet and stained with the tears that had fallen and were still falling. You heard the sound of Atsushi's phone being dropped, hitting the hard wood floors of the office with a loud thud as a large gush of wind whistled through the speakers.

You pulled your knees up to your chest and buried your face between them, trying to control your breathing as you listened out for the banging on the door. It had stopped completely, and you feared that maybe the person had finally made it in and was now looking for you. You tried to make out any sounds of footsteps or talking, but everything was silent. Everything seemed so still, it was eerie, and that scared you even more.

Atsushi was racing down the back alleys, hoping and praying that he would get to you in time. He should have trusted his gut feeling that he had this morning and just stayed home with you. The feeling that something bad would happen had lingered with him all through the night and all morning during breakfast, and he had been right. He was running at the speed of light, his body being propelled forward with the sheer force of anger and fear.

When he made it up to the apartment he saw that the door wasn't opened, and he didn't know if that made him feel better or worse. Would someone have shut the door after doing damage? He wasn't sure. Most movies he had seen had the door left open after a crime was committed, and all the cases he had worked were either outside or in warehouses, so he wasn't really sure what to think.

His hands were shaking as he reached out to grab the door knob, it was still locked. He saw the marks on the door though, signs of someone beating at it repeatedly, the wood was scuffed and in some places even chipped. Someone had really wanted to get in, but whoever it was either didn't have an ability, or just didn't want to attract attention and decided not to use it at all. He pulled out his keys and quickly unlocked the door, pushing it open slowly and peering around the room to see if you were anywhere close by.

The Weather Channel was on, but other than that, there was no sound coming from that room, or the house at all. It made his heart stop, did something actually happen to you? Did this person find some other point of entry? He quickly shut the door behind him and began looking around. He was scared to call out your name, fearful that if someone was still there they would definitely hurt you when they heard him. So he tiptoed, hoping that his shoes wouldn't be too loud against the hard wood floors, but at this point with the silence, everything seemed loud. Even the sound of his breathing seemed to be too loud in his ears.

When he was done checking over the main floor of the apartment he moved to the bedroom, wiggling the doorknob and finding that it had been locked. He knew that you were in there, whether you were alone or not was the main issue. He didn't want to wait to see if you would come open the door yourself, so he kicked it in. That's when he heard your loud scream from the closet. He rushed over and tried to pull the doors open, only to find that they too had been secured shut. "NO! Stay away from me! M-my boyfriend is a tiger! He'll kill you!" He could hear the desperation, the terror in your voice as you screamed. If you weren't so petrified, he might have possibly chuckled at your words, but now wasn't the time. He did take pride in the fact that you knew he would defend you, that he would always be there to keep you safe.

"It's me, angel. Please, open the door." His soft voice sounded heavenly to you. It was salvation, it was the voice of your savior. You quickly yanked the hanger away, and as soon as he knew he could get in he yanked the door open, dropping to the floor next to you and pulled you into his arms. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Y/N. I wasn't here, I'm so so sorry."

You both were crying at this point. Your forehead rested against his chest as you let your tears fall into his lap. His arms stayed wound tightly around you, afraid that you would run if he let you go. His tears fell like rain into your hair, his head was hung low as guilt and sham overcame him. "You needed me and I wasn't here. I promise, from now on, I will make sure nothing like this ever happens again. You don't need to be afraid anymore, angel." He murmured as he planted a garden of kisses along the top of your head. "Everything will be okay, I promise."

a/n: I'm sorry this took so long, I hope you're feeling a little better now. I hope I've fulfilled your request need and that you enjoy these scenarios. Please, don't hesitate to reach out to me if you need someone to talk to. <3

I did all of these for you!

Rook x Pomefiore Gn!Reader

Summary: During your first years, Rook meets you as a Savanaclaw student, and instead of wanting to change dorms for Vil, He wants to change for you in both of your second years.

A/n: gonna start to sob ROOK HAS FRECKLEEEESSS anyway enjoy (and enjoy vil being a thirdwheeler)

Friends to lovers, Love at first sight, Reader wears heels lol, Chaotic duo: Vil and Reader (theyre childhood friends so makes sense), Wingman Vil, Thirdwheeler Vil. Think I forgot some but anyways yea

Taglist: @frootloopscos

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The view you're seeing of the courtyard is rather beautiful. The flowers bloom against the walls along with the vines, the well just being perfectly placed in the middle, No people around, complimenting your beauty non-stop and end up chasing you.

The beautiful apple tree that someone is climbing- Wait. Someone?

You look to the side, nothing.. You slowly walk closer to the apple tree and look up to see a blonde man with really.. Messy and questionable hair. He looks down at you with his green eyes meeting yours.

For some reason, You felt like a cupid just smacked you in the heart instead of an arrow. Magical.. Love.. Hands. Your cheeks feel hot. Are you- falling inlove?

Love at first sight, perhaps? Ah, yes. Of course it's love at first sight. It's him you're talking about. You shake your head softly and continue looking up at the man that's sitting on the tree. "Mister!, Don't you think that's a bit dangerous? You could seriously fall!" You warn.

The man only laughs out loud. "Oh, Do not be worried, I am alright up here!" He shouts, kicking his feet against the air. He slides off the edge, jumping down and leaving you to have a surprised reaction.

"Oh dear- Are you okay?!" You ask, rushing closer to the blonde man, but he only laughs more and gets back up, perfectly alright. "Yes, of course I am!-" He looks at you and inspects your beauty. "My, My, What a stunning person." He tilts his head to the side.

You look away. That compliment shouldn't be very bad.. But why does it feel like that hit more than any other person could? "Uhm, Thank you. Though, Are you certain you are okay? You don't need me to bring you to the infirmary or anything?" You ask worriedly.

"Oh, Darling. Do you think I am lying to you?"

You gulp. He just called you darling. You can't go crazy now.. You sigh. "No, I'm just making sure." You reply. "Oh, well thank you for making sure." He takes his hat off and places it against his chest as a sign of respect.

You take a good look closer at him. Freckles, Green eyes, Fluffy hair.. Is it fluffy or messy? You can't tell.

He brings his hand out. "Rook. Rook Hunt, From Savanaclaw. First year." Oh, So he's also a first year. You've heard your childhood friend, Vil, talk about some 'blonde kid' that tried to intervene his conversation with other people. Is this him?

You accept the handshake and smile. "[Name]. Pomefiore first year student. Nice to meet you." You nod your head.

"Ravi de te rencontrer aussi chérie!"

Did- Did he call you darling again but in french? "You speak french?" You ask. Clearly, You were excited. Because in this school, people don't even speak french. It's either greek or german. The only students you've heard speak in French is Vil and your other dorm mates.

"Of course, Is it too surprising for someone like me?" Rook chuckles. "No offense, but it certainly is. Mostly surprised because you're another of those few people that is capable of speaking french." You place your hands behind your back and smile awkwardly.

"I see, Well, I'm sure you'll be meeting more of the french speakers!" Rook rests his hand on your shoulder. Weird. You already feel butterflies in your stomach by just his one gesture of comfort. "I believe so." You bow your head.

You check the time. Oh! It's almost time for class. "Oh- well, Class is about to begin. May I ask what's the next class you have?" You ask. So that it won't be trouble having to find a partner in Alchemy. It's a bit.. overwhelming seeing a bunch of students beg for you to be their partner.

"Alchemy! What about you?" You thank the world. "Oh, thank you.. I'm in there too- Uhm.." You look down, suddenly hesitant to ask.

"Would you like to be my partner in alchemy?!" You and Rook manage to say together. Oh..

He was also wanting to be your partner? You clear your throat as you both look away. "Err- Well, Haha! That's something." Rook tries to brush off your nervousness by having another conversation with you. You look back at Rook.

"I wouldn't mind having you as my partner in class. I mean, I clearly already asked at the same time with you so- the answer is already clear?" You give him a soft smile. "Oh, right, Of course, Let's go, partner!" Rook grabs your wrist and starts running with you trying to catch up with his speed.

These heels you're wearing right now is a bit.. Hard to run in. Despite the struggle, You still attempt to catch up with his speed so you don't have to get dragged because of his enthusiasm.

You look infront, Seeing Vil. "VIL!-" You shout, Your voice running away so fast in his ears as he looks back at you and Rook, running. "It's that blondie again! Targeting my friend this time!" He nearly drops his milkshake, but ends up shrugging and ignoring your calls.

"Whatever, Atleast it's not me and my pretty face getting dragged." He walks off to his class.

"Okay, So for the homework, discuss it to your partner. It's due tomorrow." Crewel shoos all of you. "Now get out of my sight." You step out of the alchemy lab with Rook. "What do you think is the best option?"

Rook puts a finger ay the corner of his bright and flamboyant smile. "I think the first one. The best option is to gather up all the materials of the chemicals before starting. You could forget where the chemicals were placed so you wouldn't know how much time is left in your hands."

Rook is actually.. Pretty good with Alchemy. You hug your notebook and nod. "I get your point, That actually makes sense.." You mumble. "I still can't put a hook on the poisoned part though.." Rook sighs dramatically.

"One taste of the poisoned apple and the victim's eyes will close forever in the sleeping death." You whisper out, looking down tiredly. "That's it? You are smart!" Rook praises you. "It's just common knowledge in my dorm. A quote like that is actually in the evil queen's statue."

"Ooh! Really?" You nod. "Mhm."

"That's very interesting!"

You check the time for your next class. "What class are you in next?" Rook asks. "History." You answer and he only sighs. "Shucks.. I'm in flight." Rook crosses his arms and waves at you with his cheeky little grin.

"I assume this might be where we say bye?" Rook asks. "Don't act like we're never seeing each other again.." You look away in an instant. You wave back softly. "..Bye." You bow your head before running off to your classroom.

You meet up with Vil, him sitting so properly. You walk up to him and sit beside him. "Oh, [Name]. Right on timing, I was exactly wondering.." Vil pauses, grabbing both of your shoulders and shaking you. "WHO DID YOU FIND SO QUICK?!"

You laugh nervously, slowly and carefully removing his hands off of you. "Ah- hahaha.. It's just.. Someone I met in the courtyard, so I took the chance to become friends with him.." You explain.

"That doesn't sound like you at all."

"Vil, Be quiet."

"But, You're inlove with him, Right?" You jump out of your seat. "W-why would I?!" You ask. "Because when I mentioned him you started to get red."

Ah.

You sigh in defeat. Taking seat again. "Fine. You caught me. Maybe, I have fallen inlove with him at first sight. Nobody can blame me, he's pretty cute!" You cross your legs, leaving your notebook open with your pen on top of a page.

"Yet.. It's not about his looks I'm inlove with. I-it could be too sure. But something about him just struck me in the heart. His personality or behavior maybe?.. Gahh.. I don't even know!.." You cover your head as you lay your face on the desk, covering with two arms on your head.

Vil hums. "That's some pretty good thoughts about falling inlove you have there." You look down at your notebook, an empty page with a designed title of 'History'. "Yeah.. I'm just.. Certain that the reason why I felt different around him wasn't just because of his beauty."

"It's just personally him and his sporty behavior." You smile softly, thinking about him running around and dragging you. "I see.. I'm glad you found love, but just take it slowly. It's not always a rush, Y'know?" Vil chuckles. "You should be saying that to yourself with Neige."

"Don't mention that name infront of me, I despise him with all the words available in my mouth." Vil crosses his arms and looks away from you. You laugh lightly. "Oh come on, Don't take it to heart now! I was just joking."

Dismissal, Finally!.. You and Vil walked to Pomefiore together, greeting each other goodbye as you both go into your rooms. You lock the door behind you. "Oh my goodness!- Finally back in the dorms.." You yawn softly.

There! All changed into your dorm uniform. You put your school bag on your desk, trying to find all the homeworks. History.. Alchemy and..

You hear ruffles of leaves just out your window. You look down, and your expectations were real. It really was leaves falling. You walk closer to your window to see what the problem is. A little check wouldn't be bad at all.

"Bonjour, [Name]!" Rook greets you, upsidedown, causing you to jump and scream. "What are you- You might get hurt!.." You whisper, can't let Vil hear you. He will actually protect you from Rook like a little child and a mother.

"Oh, Do not worry about me, I am perfectly fine!" Rook puts both of his feet against the window sill and crouches down near your eye level. "How are you!" He smiles.

The first thing you noticed was a bruise on his arm, and his forehead. "What happened to you?" You walk backwards to your bed, taking a seat at the side of the bed and patting the spot beside you.

Rook laughs, getting inside of your room and sits beside you. "Well I may or may not have gotten into a little dorm fight with a dorm mate."

You shake your head. "Not good.. Here. You stay here. Not a single movement or you're in a designed casket with seven people crying over you." You threaten the blonde boy.

You come back with a pack of ice, and a bandage you got from the lounge cabinets, for emergencies. You hold the ice pack against his skin. "Keep it like that for 5 minutes, remove the ice pack from your skin if it feels too cold."

You sigh when he takes the ice pack and follows your advice. "Now- May I ask, Why the hell were you on a tree in Pomefiore?" You ask. Rook chuckles. "Well, I thought it would be nice to visit, Is it not?"

"I suppose it's alright if you wish to visit me.. But the door was right over there and you climbed all the way up here as if it was the beanstalk?!" You scold him. You scold better than advice better, atleast for that people can count on you for good logic and reasonable scolds.

"It felt a bit old fashioned to just knock on the door and casually visit you- Why not a little fun?" Rook narrows his eyes, leaning in closer to you. You lean back and look away. "Okay., Distance. DISTANCE- please." You beg. He sits back up.

You wipe a cold sweat with a handkerchief, you can feel your cheeks burn up.. "Nevermind. Remove the ice pack." You clear your throat, taking the bandage and wrapping his arm up. You unpeel a bandaid and place it on his forehead. "You're supposed to do more, but it's better if it's not infected because it's protected in bandages."

"Thank you, cheríe! Now the other reason why I wanted to visit you was.." Rook takes his notebook out from his hat.

Huh?? Did he just take a literal notebook out from his hat?? . .

"Is it the Alchemy homework due tomorrow?" You take a guess. "Yes it is."

"Hm, Alright. I don't have alot to do today other than my history homework, so we can make the best answers with our time." You stand up, going closer to the desk to take your alchemy notebook.

You run to Vil's room in panic, Rook has already left a few minutes ago, And you're here panicking hoping that he opens it. Which you're in luck because he does open it! "What?? I'm in the middle of my beauty routine here." Vil takes the cucumber out of his eyes and sees you.

"Oh, It's just you. What is it?" You rush in Vil's room, shutting the door behind you. "Okay- Look! I was studying with Rook--" Vil sits on a chair right infront of his vanity mirror. "Hold on a minute, Who's Rook again?" Vil files his nails, listening but just not.. Noticing the blush on your face. "THE GUY IM INLOVE WITH." You reply.

"Oh." Vil hums, gesturing you to continue. "I was studying with Rook in my room-- And he kept on giving me mixed signals! He keeps doing one romantic thing, then say in a friendly way! What does he mean by that..." You melt in Vil's bed, clearly, in despair.

"Sounds like he himself is trying to not fall inlove with you." Vil looks at his nails and continues to file it in perfect shape. "I know!- Wait- What?" You sit up from the bed. "Rook's trying to not fall inlove but it's definitely failing." Vil stops nail filing, cussing at the hang nail that appeared from the nail filing.

"How do you know about that?" You ask. "Duh, I've seen alot of those. You think I never saw through our middle school friend when they had a crush on our other friend?" Vil turns around.

"Oh yeah.. They were acting like they hated them when.." You cover your mouth in realization and nod. "Ah, I get it." You whisper. "So maybe you have a chance with him."

"Maybe I do.. Thanks Vil!"

"Don't even mention it. Also- Remember my advice." Vil points at you with one finger. You roll your eyes playfully and chuckle. "No pressure, No rushing, Take it slow." You repeat his advice. "Good. Now get out of here, I'm not done with my daily routine."

You stand up. "Oh- And you should use the thing I use for the eyebags. It helps alot." You smile. "Are you saying my eyebags are huge?" Vil puts a hand on his chest, you know he's just playing along, but you like to make it more fun. "Maybe. Okay gotta go byeeee!"

You shut the door, Running back to your room.

It's been months since you both began to start a friendship. Not to mention, Vil also is friends with Rook. Even if he felt bad vibes to him, He slowly but surely started to trust him. You, On the other hand, Have just been suffering to Rook's 'oblivious' gestures.

Maybe it's not too oblivious as that day started. Your dream.

You run to Vil. "VIL!" You yell in the hallway, which caused some students to look at you, but you continue to run to him anyways. "What now?" Vil crosses his arms and waits for you to ramble.

"Rook confessed to me!" You take out Rook's letter to you, The one he left in your book when you two were studying together again, Just yesterday. And today was the only time you got to see it. Literally just now. "Huh?! When was this?!" Vil takes the paper from you.

"Just yesterday! He sneaked the letter in my boom when we were studying!"

"And you found out about it now?!"

"YES!!" You shake Vil. "What do I doooo?!"

"Calm down!" Vil pulls you, trying to calm you down. You take a deep breath, exhaling and finally calming down. "Just- Respond to it! Go to him! Tell him! You both cannot go on sending letters of confession to each other instead of talking it out." Vil shakes his head in.. Definitely not approval.

You sigh. "I-I'll try.. But I can't find him!"

"Have you tried the library?"

"Yes!"

"The classrooms?"

"Yes.."

"The courtyard?" You pause, slowly shaking your head. Vil sighs. "Wasn't that the place you both first met? How on wonderland did you not think of going there?.." You put a finger over Vil's lips. "Hush! I'm going now!" You immediately turn around, putting in all your speed to run.

"Don't run too fast! You might trip in your heels!" Vil shouts. "I KNOW!!" You yell back.

You run all the way to the courtyard, but the moment you enter, your heels gets stuck in a small hole and causes you to struggle to keep your balance as you fall forward.

Someome catches you, in his arms. "Ay.. Are you okay, Cheríe?" Rook asks. You look up at the blonde guy. Someone you were looking for! You pull yourself up, fixing your heels and brushing off the dirt that could be on your clothes.

"You! I was looking for you!" Your tone makes Rook feel.. A bit uneasy. Are you mad at him? Why do you sound so mad?? "Oh dear.. Did I do anything wrong?" He asks. "No! You didn't do anything wrong!, Well- Maybe you did something- But it's not wrong!"

You pull up the paper infront of him. "I- Why are you showing me this?- Are you trying to point out the grammar err-" You scoff, This- He wrote a confession and he can't even get a single idea of what you're pointing out!

You wrap your arms around Rook's neck and hug him. Your head on his shoulder. "I'm trying to say I like you too, You imbecile." You mutter.

Rook was surprised for a second, but he shakes off the surprise and pulls you closer, your scent is nice. He could stay like this all day. "I- Don't know what to say. I thought you were just ignoring the letter which meant a no." He whispers.

"Well maybe you should leave it on top of the book, not inside. I opened the book and it had the letter."

"Hehehe.. Sorry."

"You better be. I felt so guilty for not knowing about it sooner." You close your eyes, enjoying the moment you two were sharing.

These months of you two dating were something else, though at some times you both make Vil feel single, It also makes him happy that his childhood friend gets to know how these things feel like.

He wouldn't mind being a thirdwheel. Atleast he'll know if Rook has the intentions to break your heart.

The only struggles you and Rook have is the different dorms. You both are in different dorms. Whenever it's a by dorms thing. You two are so far away from each other.

Until it was the end of the school year.

All of the first years were vibing before they all leave. You and Rook say each other's goodbyes, and say different wishes as a group. "Well we had alot of fun." Lilia chuckles. "Indeed we did, Maybe next time it'll be more fun." Vil nods. "I hope I'm gonna be homeschooled soon.." Idia mumbles to himself.

"Getting homeschooled is quite difficult, Shroud." Malleus butts in. "EEK! I wanna go home!.." He covers himself with the hood.

"Very fun. Wasn't it, Cater?" Trey looks at Cater, Who has his phone. "Yep! Oh! Hey! Let's all take a picture!" Cater raises his phone up in the air, all of the first years gathered in the photo, including Leona. Who doesn't even want to, but is probably forced. "Say first years!"

"FIRST YEAAARS!!!" You all yell, the picture snapping such a remembrance picture. "Heree, I'll send it to you all~" Cater laughs.

Now the fun has to end as you all circled up, making wishes in your minds and greeted each other goodbyes, going in the mirror.

You look at Rook before he and Leona enters. "I'll see you next year?" Rook tilts his head to the side. "Next year!" You wave.

Now that they're gone.. It's time for you, Vil and Cater to enter the mirror to go to Shaftlands.

It was already time for your second years with Vil. You wonder where Rook is, but you didn't seem to recognize or see Rook in the Crowd.

The same, as usual. You're still in Pomefiore. While waiting for the next person to get called up and get sorted in, you see someone familiar. What happened to his hair? "Pomefiore!" The dark mirror yells.

...!

"Rook?" You tilt your head to the side. Recognizing his face. "Bonjour, Amour." Rook takes your hand in his as he kisses the back of your hand. "No welcomes that I'm here?" He teases. You're surprised.. He's.. In your dorm? You look at Vil, Who is also surprised.

"Well, Didn't expect you to..-" Vil clears his throat, stopping his sentence. You look back at Rook, huh. Well isn't this such a dream world you're in. You smile brightly. "Welcome to Pomefiore, Mr. Hunt." You wink at him.

"Why, Thank you, Pretty."

Author's End Note: What is disney gonna do next?!!?

A. finally make nbc background characters an actual character!!

B. make RSA cards of Neige and Chenya!

C. Make us cry by not making both of the above come true!

Drum roll please! The correct answer iss...... C!!!! (ihy please do it already im on my knees)

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