TWST Rambles #1

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Chapter 1 !!!

Be Careful Not to Mess With the Balance of Things

Max Russo x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1: Strange News

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"Everything is not what it seems"

The usual Saturday chaos buzzed through the Russo household. Syrupy pancakes, scattered newspapers, and the occasional magical mishap. Justin was awake hours before anyone else, buried in the daily newspaper- it was the responsible thing to do as the student body president and all that whatnot. Max was surprisingly up for once, only at the sound of pancakes though. That explained how he was stuffing his face without a care in the world, sitting cross legged on the couch as he guzzled down extra syrup. Alex was late as usual, her morning bedhead explanatory of the horrid sleep she'd experienced.

"Morning" Alex mumbled, snatching a pancake off Max's plate as she shuffled into the kitchen.

"Ugh, c'mon. Get your own." Max protested between chewing, sighing as Alex walked off.

"Should've eaten it faster." Alex shot back with a smirk, biting into the soft pancake with glee.

Everything was normal- until it wasn't.

With a loud whoosh Professor Crumbs appeared in the living room, his grand robes defining his authority and honor as they pooled on the wooden floorboard. He had a cup of tea in his hands as if he'd been mid-sip when he decided to teleport.

"Who wants more pancakes?" Said an awfully excited Theresa as she entered the living room. Seeing the professor and the possibility of magic being involved, her expression quickly soured. "You know what? I'm out." She said before placing the pancakes on the coffee table and waltzing out- if she wasn't part of it then it wouldn't affect her, at least that's what she hoped for.

"Professor Crumbs?" Jerry stood from the table, eyeing the man interrogatively as if to be sure this was the real deal. "To what do we owe the honor?"

Crumbs waved a dismissive hand, basking in the respect Jerry showed him. "Oh, just a minor magical emergency. Nothing too grave...yet."

Justin stood up, brushing the nonexistent dust off his sleeves. "Everyone else, sit down. I know what this is. The professor is here to take me on an escapade-"

"No Justin, I am not taking you on an escapade." Crumbs cut him off, an irritated cough following suit though his tone remained polite. "There has been an unexplainable incident...a mortal girl has been given a nymph's powers."

The room fell eerily silent, tension building within all those who were present. Other than for Max and Alex, both of whom were silent because of confusion.

"A mortal? How is that possible?" Jerry broke the silence, digging deeper into the matter.

"We aren't fully sure," The professor admitted, setting his empty teacup onto the coffee table. "The late nymph's soul- her essence - somehow bonded with the mortal, gifting the girl with magical powers. The girl is completely unaware of what power she now carries, since they haven't fully manifested within her. If left unchecked her powers could go berserk, posing a threat to her own life and even the secrecy of the Wizard World."

Alex leaned against the counter, cocking her brow. "So you want us to track her down? Sounds like more of a Justin kinda thing.." She muttered, looking at her older brother who was already taking notes on his planner.

This gained an exasperated sigh from Justin as he glared at his sister. "Alex, this is not a thing. It's a mission we've been trusted with."

"Well, not only you- all the wizards in New York. You see, this girl has recently moved here alongside her family, that's the only lead we have on her. I wouldn't have bothered you all, considering the amount of troublemakers within this family, but the girl has proven to be elusive. The wizards tasked with finding her have returned empty handed." Crumbs' words definitely bursted Justin's bubble on being the 'hero', but seemed to only fuel his determination further.

Max, meanwhile, perked up. "So, we're kidnapping a girl? Sweet, I'll get the duct tape."

"Max..!" Jerry practically barked at his youngest.

"What? That's what he said.." Max muttered in reply, sinking into the couch further.

Professor Crumbs pinched the bridge of his nose, already regretting his decision on visiting the Russo's. "Let me be perfectly clear. If you meet this girl, and no we have no idea how she looks or who she is, you are to politely bring her to the Wizard World. At any cost, but still politely."

"Right. Kidnap her, but politely." Alex quipped, earning a chuckle from Max and a groan from the rest.

Jerry smacked his hand down onto the coffee table. "Don't any of you understand the gravity of this matter!? If this girl loses control, it could be a disaster. Magic is dangerous in untrained hands, especially for someone who's body isn't meant for it.

"Not to mention," Said Crumbs, helping himself to pancakes- contrasting the tension in the room. "If she isn't brought to safety immediately, she could-"

"Die?" Alex interrupted, her smirk fading away when the Professor nodded. For a moment her cheerful demeanor fell, eyes holding genuine concern. Though, she masked it quickly with her usual bravado "That's great".

Crumbs stood up, wiping his mouth with a napkin that appeared out of nowhere. "Any leads connecting to this girl should be reported immediately. Remember, we are short on time." Said the professor before materializing into thin air.

"Believe me professor, I'll be sure to find this girl and bring her to you..!" Declared Justin as Crumbs vanished.

"Cool. Justin can play hero. I'm heading out." Alex mused, already nearing the door.

"No, you sit down right this instance, this is a family matter..!" Exclaimed Jerry, pointing to the couch as he stomped his foot on the ground.

"So...we're all politely kidnapping her?" Max blurted out, eyeing Jerry with confidence in his words.

Jerry sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. "I give up."

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The sharp scent of bubble wrap and cardboard lingered like an unwelcome guest as you slumped onto your pillowy mattress. Moving to New York had been exhausting- three days of unboxing, adjusting to new neighbors, and dealing with the hustle bustle of the noisy city. You only massaged your temples, trying to calm yourself down- shaking off the strange feeling that clung onto you since your arrival to Waverly Street.

Ever since your walk in the park- under that whimsical willow tree - things had begun to spiral into a direction unknown. A sinking feeling drilled a hole deep in your heart but you ignored it. At first, you chalked it up to stress, but then little things started happening.

The time your suitcase flew up on its own, when you'd been too tired to unzip it and unpack- spilling clothes everywhere. Or maybe it was that golden aura- the faint glow you caught in the mirror - you swore surrounded you, like fairy dust from a children's book. You were tired. Stressed. And maybe just a bit loopy, imagining things. 

That's what you told yourself, but the truth had to unveil itself. And the time was tonight, right now.

You were seated at your vanity, rubbing moisturizer into your skin when something sparkly zipped past your ear. This time you couldn't convince yourself that it was a dream. Two tiny figures, no taller than your hand, sat casually atop your jewelry box. One in a glittery pink dress with matching wings, fluttered in excitement. The other, clad in green, smiled shyly at you- hiding behind her friend.

"Finally..! She can see us!" Said the pink one, her voice chipper and high-pitched. "We've been trying to get your attention for days, but it isn't your fault either. It took some time for the magic to settle within you.."

You blinked several times, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Honestly, you looked no different from a deer in headlights. "What...what are you..!?" You exclaimed, scampering off your chair in panic- bumping into your furniture along the way.

The pink one rolled her eyes dramatically. "Pixies. Duh". Gesturing towards herself she smiled "I'm Rosa, and my shy little friend here is Ivy. Say 'hi' Ivy!"

Ivy timidly waved to you, coquettish eyes looking away and unable to maintain eye-contact. "Hi.."

This was not real, no way. You pinched yourself, wincing at the sharp sting that followed. Okay, so not a dream. Your heartbeat quickened as you pushed your back towards the wall. "Pixies...like fairies? What in the Sleeping Beauty is going on..?"

"Aw, she's in denial. Cute, but no. We're pixies, not fairies. Totally different things. We're more sparkle and less forest vibes.." Rosa blabbered, clearly offended that you compared her to fairies.

You only stared for a few moments before picking up a pillow to shield yourself from them. "So it's not a dream..." You muttered to yourself, glancing around the room in a frenzy. "Okay, then why are you guys in my room!?" You blabbered, pointing your fingers at the two pixies.

"It's not our fault...you're the one who...um...absorbed a nymph's soul." Mumbled Ivy, just above a whisper. Her wings trembled with anxiety as she stood up for her actions. "We're attracted to such pure forms of magic...that's why we lingered.."

"I did what now?" You asked, confused as to what was going on- now even nymphs existed?

"When you walked under that willow tree.." Ivy continued, fluttering closer to you with newfound confidence, though she was still cautious. "That gust of wind, wasn't wind. That's why these strange things have been happening to you.."

Rosa chimed in, her tone too cheerful for the occasion. "Congrats! You're basically a walking magical miracle now!"

"You're joking, right? You guys are out of your mind." You mumbled, looking at them as if they were crazy.

"Says the girl talking to pixies."

Touché.

"So what now? And why me?" You asked, trying to satiate the curiosity within you.

"We don't really have all the answers, we're just the messengers- not even actually. We were there when it happened and we're here now so we told you what we knew.." Mused Rosa, folding her arms as she dramatically pondered over something.

"Nymphs are unpredictable...we don't know why she chose you." Ivy timidly chimed in, her voice gentle as ever. "But, what we do know is that you need help. If you don't learn to control your magic, horrible things could happen..! It could overwhelm you, even-" Ivy was frantic with her explanation, as if something was going to hurt you- and you really wanted her to continue but Rosa interrupted her

"Don't say it." Rosa covered Ivy's mouth. "She doesn't need to know that now, and not by us..!"

"Know what?" You pressed, leaning in closer towards the duo.

Rosa only gave you a nervous smile before zipping towards the window. "Let's just say, things could get...messy."

Ivy, frenzied, looked between you and Rosa- who already flew off into the night. "I-I really need to go but just remember...everything is not what it seems.." She whispered into your ear before dashing off behind Rosa, leaving a large trail of pixie dust.

Needless to say, you didn't get any sleep the whole night. Now, not only were you probably seeing things but were definitely going to have dark circles for your first day of school tomorrow. Great. Just great.

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Author's Note: Honestly writing this for my inner-child and because Max Russo deserves more fics. This chapter was only there for context so be prepared for when our MC meets our ML (Literally giggling and kicking my feet). Also, trust me guys I WILL ADD MORE THERESA IN (and definitely adding in Harper too).

Hope you enjoyed!

TWST Rambles #2

7 reasons why me and you need Rook Hunt in our lives (someone get me this man rn)

Bro compliments the living macarons outta you. Not only will you know his compliment's aren't half assed, because of how elaborate they are, but he's also gonna compliment ur insecurities to the point where ur not insecure anymore.

Bro literally knows you inside and out (Let me be delulu and phrase "he is a stalker" in a pretty manner). You're craving your favorite food? He gotchu, he already bought it and cooked it. You're looking for a missing hairbrush? Don't worry, he just took it for a second to collect your hair, you can have it back now. Oh you're feeling down? He knows exactly what'll cheer you up a shirtless him poems and songs about how much he admires you in french.

He can be your bodyguard: Bro's a literal hunter so he's got a great physique and great aim, meaning, if someone's bothers you they prolly won't have a head by the end of the day. Not to mention how people won't bother you just by knowing Rook knows and adores you.

He's the master of making you feel loved and gorgeous. He's in pomefiore- he knows what's gonna help with self esteem, looks, and whatnot. Plus, you need a back-rub? He gotchu cause he prolly got trained for it. You want a spa-day? He's already in your room with all the supplies needed and a relaxing bath drawn for you to wind down in. Ignore the fact that he's gonna watch you bathe

Il parle français. Just that. Like why wouldn't you want a french speaking cutie-patootie stalker that adores everything you do? He is the dream prince charming but just a lil more quirky. He's just built different.

He's absolutely gorgeous. You need eye-candy? He is said eye-candy. Ignore the bob-cut, he just liked dora a bit too much

He's Rook Hunt. Period.

HEYYY YALL AGAIN IDK IF PPL READ THSE BUT OH WELL.

IM WORKING ON REQUESTS RNN (YOU CAN CHECK WHAT IM WORKING ON AT MY PINNED POST) ANDDDD IM TRYING TO BUBBLE IDEAS ABOUT SOEM NEW FICSS

FEEL FREE TO REQUEST SOMETHING (READ THE INFO ON MY PINNED POST B4 THAT PLZ) AND IF I DON'T DO UR REQUEST IT'S PROBABLY BECAUSE IM HAVING WRITERS BLOCK OR SOMETHING IM UNCOMFY WITH!!! IF IM HAVING WRITERS BLOCK, IT'LL TAKE MORE TIME THAN USUAL BUT I WILL MOST LIKELY FINISH THE REQUST!!

(IDK WHY THIS IS ALL IN CAPS EITHER)

Stop now I wanna write a crackfic with romance abt this RAHHHHHH

Do you think General Lilia Vanrouge would leave the head of your enemy at your door?? You know, as a courting gift??

He wants to court you but doesn’t know how. So he asked the two that are in a happy marriage (his first mistake) and Baul Zigvolt (his second mistake maybe).

Meleanor and Levan’s response: “The head of your enemy.” (One of them is messing with him and the other is serious.)

Baul Zigvolt: “Anything from the Great Right General will be valued!” (He’s being genuine)

And…he listens to them like a fool.

You wake up to see a box by your door one day. Lo and behold, a head!

[Like a cat, he has brought you a gift. Look! Hasn’t he done well? See how capable he is?? Lolol]

"I Love You"

When the words "I love you" spill from the prefect's lips, how do the Housewardens react?

Part 1

TW: Kissing in Malleus' part, forehead kisses, mentions of insecurities (Fluff)

Part 2 (Separate): Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

ᥫ᭡. Kalim Al-Asim ᥫ᭡.

Like the scorching sun in the Scalding Sands, Kalim's feelings for you burned deep within his heart. Why is it that he wants to spend time with you, but the moment he does, his heart seems to stop? Why is it that the word 'friend' bugs him when associated with you? Why is it that he wants to be selfish, to hog you for himself? His mind become's mush whenever you're near and his throat feels dry, he just feels so shy.

Kalim is everything but shy.

Expensive gifts, prized heirlooms, rare gemstones, and any luxury you could name- he'll give it all to you, so why do you reject? Anyone else would accept his gifts with open arms, encouraging him to give more. Wait, you aren't anyone, you're you. You don't take, you give. Despite the little you have in this new world, you who harbors no magic, gives him joy. You spend time with him, you care for him, and you don't take from him- he really wishes you would.

Take his riches and look back at him just one more time, he swears he'll hand you all the gold he can acquire. So please, please just look at him more.

You're caring, so much so that he could just melt in your arms. How lucky he feels when you look at him, but why? Jamil looks at him too, he doesn't feel as if mice are tickling him then. No, when you're around, all he can see is you. You who shines brighter than any gemstone his wealth could buy. You are not a prize to be won, he knows, but he wishes that the glitters of gold could woo you, make him your number one.

He feels so lost and it hurts, nights spent sobbing away.

Kalim, the name alone makes you smile. Someone who's kind despite all that he's faced, all the horrible people he's met- he still believes in the good of people. Some call it naivety, you call it 'a heart of gold'. Yes, he's sheltered, there's some things he's slow at, and he has flaws. Despite said flaws, he want to become better and you see him try every single day. You've seen how he makes everyone comfortable, always including anyone and everyone, how he's akin to a drop of sunshine. It's a rarity and you appreciate it greatly. Twisted Wonderland, it's new to you and things are difficult but when Kalim's there, things don't feel that difficult.

He doesn't look down upon you, he doesn't think you're weak despite having no magic, and he certainly never belittles you- others have and that hurt.

He's always up for some fun, but it always feels better when he can share the fun with you. Thus, flying carpet rides have become your nightly routine. There's a soft knock on your window every other night, a hand extended your way; calling you to live, be happy. You can't help but blush when the carpet takes off, his body huddles closer to yours and the moon seems tease you with how bright she is.

It's another night and he's come to pick you up to go see the Scarabia moon. You're sitting next to each other, the desert seemingly glowing underneath. The stars twinkle and you swear the breeze is cool on purpose, just so the both of you have no choice but to lean into each other. Hands intertwine, both of you looking the other way, cheeks red like cherries.

"I..I love you."

You fumble out on mistake, your breath hitching the moment you realize. His head whips towards you, garnet eyes appraising your blushing visage. A soft smile appears on his lips, his sun-kissed skin peachy with a blush of his own.

"I love you too."

He says eagerly, hands wrapping around you as he pulls you in. The moon looks bigger, the stars winking at you, and the scent of sandalwood engulfs you. A soft kiss is planted on your forehead, one that lingers. Like a pair of sea otters, you both hold the other's hand.

ᥫ᭡. Vil Schoenheit ᥫ᭡.

Center of attention, even the room's filled to the brim with pretty faces. Eyes the color of violets and a smile that's so striking, it could cut right through you. Just how a bright star commands everyone's admiration, Vil himself does exactly that. With beauty that's akin to a velvety rose, thorns sharp and drawing blood of the one who dares touch. He's not sure why he's so fond of you, really, it baffles him. Your constant babbling should bother him- your posture isn't perfect, you don't regularly use the products he recommends to you, and your diet could use improving.

He only recently realized the perfection of imperfection. That's what you are, like an abstract piece of art that can draw even the most elegant man's heart. Truly, you can take his breath and keep it, which is a difficult feat to accomplish. Yet, you seem to have done just that.

He doesn't like how drawn he is to you, the you who could improve so much. Nevertheless, he can't deny how his heart flutters when you ramble on and on, the words you spew seem like pearls to him. Undeniably, you've got his heart, and it bothers him.

Vil seems unreachable to you, as if he's a god and you're a follower. You can see him, but you can't touch. Everything about him is captivating- the way he moves, how he walks, how he talks, everything. You feel like a toad in front of him sometimes. Still, the reason your heart continues to flutter is not his beauty but how soft he can be. His words may be harsh, telling you to fix your posture or add a certain product to your skincare, but he means well. It used to irk you, how he pointed out your flaws, but he never touched an insecurity- it was never something you couldn't fix. Many times, he only tells you how to improve and that's in his nature. It started with you muttering curses under your breath, now all you do is give him a dopey smile as he flicks your forehead.

It's hard to love Vil, and you're sure that it's even harder to be loved by him. He's untouchable and you're not sure if he'll even spare you a glance. But, the nights you spend at his dorm, him tending to your skin as you blabber about your day. Or the few rarities when he opens up, speaking of his insecurities. It shows how human he is; how he too, can feel.

It's another night at his dorm, your skin's worsened as of late and Vil's ordered you to give him a visit. You sit at his vanity, the light's so bright that it could blind you, but what truly blinds you is Vil himself in all his glory. His dampened hair, the ends the color of wisteria, and the scent of patchouli just makes you want to melt right then and there. He strides over with a new product in his hand, carefully beginning to massage your face with it.

"I love you."

The words come out instantly, his hands stopping in motion as his violet eyes widen. A sheepish blush coats your face as you realize what you said. Your breath hitches, the fear of rejection drilling into your mind, and your heart drumming against your chest.

"That's quite bold of you, sweet potato.."

He lets out a small chuckle, eyes holding content. He leans closer before flicking you on the forehead gently.

"I love you too."

ᥫ᭡. Idia Shroud ᥫ᭡.

The buzz of video games, the stench on junk food, and an interest for oddities. Idia Shroud was a wallflower, yet you'd managed to befriend him, something he's truly grateful for- your presence. He liked you. You understood him, you never belittled him for what he enjoyed, in fact, you encouraged him to continue. No matter how good or bad you were at a game, you'd play alongside him. It didn't matter whether you enjoyed his rambles, you'd listen no matter what, before babbling on and on about something of your own interest. Nights like this, filled with games, reading manga, watching anime, and spending time with you- he never wanted these to end.

You were brave, so unlike him. You had no magic, still you managed to show courage, to fight against overblots. How he wished he was you, no, how he wished he was yours. The realization hit him like a truck in an isekai, quickly and out of nowhere. When he figured he liked you, he didn't let you anywhere near him for a week- opting to hide in his room and not leave. It took some convincing from Ortho and also the fact that you may dislike him if he ignored you, before he opened his doors for you once again. Nevertheless, he was skittish, averting his gaze from your face, and sitting on the other end of the couch when you visited. That worried you, you were sure you'd messed up big time and he became uneasy around you because of it. Thankfully everything became normal after two weeks, he was sure he wouldn't be able to recover.

The truth was, you liked him too. It was weird and something unforeseen, you both started out as friends- you'd visit his dorm, play games all night, munch on junk together, and then laugh at all the cringe characters in the current anime you both were binging on. Right now, you were experiencing that cheesy crush from a shoujo manga, and the feeling was messing with your brain.

The gloomy boy you pined for was everything but dreamy, somehow, that's what made him so charming to you. Hair an electric blue that flared up like flames, pale skin akin to porcelain, and eyes yellow like daffodils. His physicality was mesmerizing but there was so much more to his character too. He was passionate about what he enjoyed, jabbering on for hours about his interest, something that you didn't mind one bit. He was competitive, striking a triumphant grin whenever he'd win a game against you. He's prideful too, his creations making him an utter genius. At the same time, he held such emotion, a man who would never judge for he himself experienced the badmouthing of others.

There's just something about Idia, something that makes your cheeks flare up. You're not sure if he notices how his presence can make you skittish, how you become timid when he's near, and how divine he seems to you. He never notice how he makes you feel, how ironic that you become just like him when he's near.

Just like the usual, you're cooped up in his dorm alongside him. You've been binging an anime for the past few hours and the way he's so focused on the characters while you're so focused on him, it bothers you. He feels so close yet so far and the fact that you're having such thoughts about the whole situation, makes you feel stupid.

"I love you.."

You immediately pause at your own words, Idia pauses the show too. There's a long silence in the room and before you know it, Idia's moved far away from you. His hair's become an electric pink and his eyes are wide.

"W-w-w-what..!?"

He exclaims the words as if he's animated, the feeling of fluster surging throughout him. Were you playing a joke on him? This wasn't right, it couldn't be. His gaze averts the other way every time you look at him and he won't admit it, but he really hopes you're not joking.

"I love you, Idia."

You say again, softer this time and you yourself look the other way, peachy blush coating your face. You're cursing yourself for speaking up, palms sweaty and clammy. You feel dizzy and your breathing is erratic , the feeling's mutual. The room's silent again, no one says anything and the only sound either of you can hear is the buzz of the computer.

"I...I...I dove, no, love you too.."

He mutters out, fumbling his words while he does. You both look at each other, shy gaze. Your lips form a small smile, making Idia's hair flare an even brighter pink. His face is rosy and he'd rather not look at you but you're just so pretty that he can't help but look.

You're not sure how it things fell in place but he accepted your confession, and now you've somehow managed to cuddle up to him. He's stiff but that's fine, the mere fact that he's holding your hand tightly is enough to reassure you. That, and how smug he looks.

ᥫ᭡. Malleus Draconia ᥫ᭡.

Child of man, you truly are peculiar. Malleus Draconia, the name alone makes millions, if not billions, tremble to the bone. He holds such unrivaled power that the thought alone is fearsome- he is fearsome.

A monster, that's what many would call him, but you don't. No one dares approach him as carelessly as you do, a bumbling smile on your lips as you walk next to him without a care in the world. Do you truly not know what he's capable of? 'Tsunotaro', that's what you've named him- quite bold of you, not that he minds. Please continue to enlighten him about human practices, he's interested in every thing you have to say.

Loneliness is a disease that he's suffered from since his childhood. It's second nature to be alone with his own presence, silence a bandage that covers but doesn't heal his wounds. Yet, the way you come to him, invite him to all your little events, how you choose him. How can he be lonely when he has you?

You, who is so bright like a star coated in gold- is he even allowed to go near you? It feels as if you'll break in his hands, yet you seem so brave, putting yourself in danger with a smile. You've got his heart in your hands and it hurts that you don't realize.

'Friend' was a word he grew to love, knowing the special bond you shared. Nevertheless, it's the same word that has caused Diasomnia to have horrible whether for the past week- you're a friend to many but a lover to none. Be his, child of man, he's the only one worthy enough to call you his.

Since the day of his realization, Malleus follows you as a second shadow would. Now, no one with ill intentions would dare approach what he's already considered his. Truly, how precious you are. Giving him small shiny pebbles you find, trying to tuck daisies into his hair but being unable to reach his head, and the times you try to tease him as a joke, making the silliest of faces. Please tell him that he's the only one who has the honor of seeing you in such various forms. Dragons are hoarders, you know? And he wants nothing but to hoard you all for himself.

Spending time with your Tsunotaro is always fulfilling. His knowledge on gargoyles, the depth in which he speaks of them and how little he knows of human interactions. It all makes your heart flutter, eliciting a smile on your lips. It's not difficult to have feelings for someone such as him, it comes naturally. He seems so intimidating, dangerous even and it's not that he's not- he is, but there's so much more to him. He's curious, always listening to what you have to say. He's sweet, always handing you gifts whether small or unimaginably grand. And the manner in which he speaks, the elegance he holds, he's just as charming as any prince in a book- if not more.

When you began actually having feelings for him, all his words seemed to make your mind all fuzzy. Could he really not tell how his vocabulary affected you? 'My dear', 'my love', and all other forms of endearments had become a usual, so much so, that it felt right.

You went on walks with him, spotting gargoyles and chatting about them. Sometimes you drag him to picnics with and he happily follows, letting you braid his ebony hair. Still, not everything you shared seemed friend-like, and if it was, you didn't want it to be. The way his emerald eyes gazed over you, how his touch lingered so gently, and how his lips brushed agains your ear when he said he'll keep you safe. It couldn't mean nothing, you didn't want it to.

A walk in a meadow at nighttime, how strange, but also the daily for you. You walk alongside Malleus, skittish and timid- this isn't how you usually act. The moon's peeking out from under the clouds and casting a silver sheen on all that it lands on. Fireflies scurry around slowly, the cool night air making you feel at ease- but it's not enough.

Your face is flushed and you won't meet his gaze, he's not sure what he did wrong. His frame towers behind you as you seem to walk quicker, increasing your pace. Hurt, that's what he feels; did you start seeing him as a monster too?

You can't leave, please- he'll beg if he has to, give you all of what he has and can create. Promise you'll stay, and don't ever leave.

Then you pause, turning around as you take deliberate steps towards him. You look up, your smaller frame covered by his daunting shadow.

"I love you, Tsunotaro."

You say with a certain melancholy in your voice, as if you know he'll reject you and your love. How could he ever think of rejecting? He'd rather pierce his own heart and bleed to death than ever think of rejecting any of your words.

His viridescent eyes widen, the glow of them seeming intense. His hands holds you in place gently, he seems to be staring at you, looking you as if you're the most fragile piece of glass. The words don't spill out of his lips and you look more desolate by the second- he seemingly can't speak, he's not sure if this is but a dream.

"I love you too, child of man. So much that you wouldn't believe it."

His hands wrap you in a desperate embrace, almost as desperate as the words he'd just managed to choke out. It was as if you would wither away if he let go, as if he was making sure you were not a dream.

Your own eyes widen, lips parting shock at his words. The night seems magical and his embrace is sincere. He pries away from you only to look at you more, all your expressions- please continue to show such faces to only him. Only he should see you like this, with your face flushed red and eyes widened as you stare at him as though he's the only man in the world. His hands seem shaky, unlike who he usually is.

No, he seems so vulnerable and you seem to be his vulnerability.

Everything seems alright when you're there, he doesn't feel loneliness; far from it, actually. He doesn't feel like a monster when you love him, when your own arms loosely wrap around his neck as you pull him in for a soft kiss- no, monster's don't get such luxuries.

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MY BABY IDIA THAT YOU??? IT IS

Sanrio x Twisted wonderland 🎉

Maybe

Rook Hunt x Fem! Reader

TW: Implied sexual themes, implied gore, blood, injuries, stalker-ish behavior from Rook Hunt, obsessive themes, worshipping of reader. Reader is implied to be gender neutral but some parts refer to them in a more "feminine" manner.

Synopsis: Rook was not a sadist, but his actions said otherwise. Was he really to blame when your fear-stricken face was just so endearing? No, Rook was not- he could not be a sadist. At least that's what he told himself. But, was he really so horrible or was there something more to it?

Note: Read at your own risk

Rook was a lot of things but he was not a sadist, he never found pleasure in another's pain- he was not so cruel. Bullshit. Because when it came to you, even the most ghastly wound became a fine piece of art. When you came into the question, Rook took being a hunter quite seriously. After all, would he really be one, if he didn't somewhat enjoy how you writhed in pain?

It was wrong. Rook knew it was wrong yet the pleasure he felt seeing your poor, frail form, all dependent on him- it was enough for him to forget all his morals.

Maybe it was that look of despair in your eyes, or it might have been how you desperately clutched onto his shirt. The way your eyes were wet with tears, heavy breaths leaving your lips as you felt the rip in your flesh.

How could he deny helping this broken beauty? After all, Rook Hunt would never deny a damsel in distress of her knight in shining armor.

The way protests left your mind, how your arms clutched around his neck as he picked you up. He saw it all.

It was beautiful- the lack of defiance, the docility, the obedience. The usual you would make a snarky comment, tell him to "fuck off", and of course he loved that version of you too. Yet, this frail, broken you was so deliciously compliant that he couldn't help but relish in it.

Don't get it wrong, it wasn't exactly your pain that he loved- but your dependence on him. The way you had no choice but to give up and let him take care of you. Wasn't it perfect? He got to care for you and you didn't even have to worry your pretty little head. You could be at peace while he guarded your precious body, so reminiscent of a temple.

It was his dream to serve you, to take care of you, to be in your presence without the mask you put up for others. It was his dream to see the real you, and right now, he got the chance to see a glimpse of it. He had the opportunity to see how you handled pain. Upon witnessing it, he couldn't deny that he wanted to see more.

He was sickening.

The way he had access to your room, the way you trusted him in this moment- it sent the blood rushing to his face.

It felt so right to carry you, to hold you, to embrace you- so endearing you were as you wet his shirt with your warm tears.

You said nothing, only weeped. You were scared, so frightened of the monster in front of you. Yet, you had no choice but to let him in, after all, your injuries were severe and he said he knew how to treat them. And he did treat them, letting his hands wander alongside.

His eyes were locked with the purple of your bruises, so reminiscent of fresh violets. How your crimson blood stained his clothes, the scent of iron engulfing him in a frenzy.

He loved it.

It wasn't as though he was only enjoying the view, no, he would never be so cruel. Still, he relished in the sight for as long as he could before wrapping your wounds in bandages. The feeling of being able to patch you up, bring you back to shape- as one would to a marionette- made him feel as though he was your god. It was this exact devotion he craved, though it may have been a trick his mind played on him for the looks you sent him were everything but welcoming.

He observed you, how you reacted to the burn of medicine seeping into your skin, the way you winced as he caressed your bruises. It brought such a perverse smile on his flushed face.

He was addicted to it.

No, Rook wasn't a sadist but at times the hunter within him just couldn't help but relish in the sickening sight of his beloved fawn. You were beautiful in all forms, yet one of his favorites was when you left yourself in his care, so dependent on him.

He loved you no matter how broken you could be.

He knew he was disgusting, revolting even but the way you called out his name, gruelling in pain was enough to feed his delusions that you didn't mind. How he wished he had snapped a couple photos of you, or maybe even drawn portrait as you lay in bed, so meekly.

He was twisted.

No, Rook was not a sadist, he did not enjoy another's pain but if that pain belonged to you, then even even something so vile could be beautiful. That pain, suffering- it belonged to you so of course he loved it so. It might have been perverse of him, vile, or even cruel but no matter what it was, once it belonged to you it would be the most beautiful of all.

How could he not find it beautiful?

Your body was coiled up, whimpering in such a delightful manner. Your eyes were half-lidded as you wept and your crimson blood seeped through the pristine bandages he'd covered you in. No matter how he perceived you, in that moment, your pain was the most heavenly vision of all.

Nevertheless, it did torment him to see you all bruised and broken- that was why he whispered sweet nothings in your ears, words that were incoherent in the moment. That was why he cradled you in his arms as you struggled to leave- he chose to ignore that. That was why he treated you as one would a lover, his hands crossing boundaries as you fainted.

How sinful you must have felt.

No, Rook was not a sadist- but upon witnessing your agony, he felt nothing but pure bliss. No, Rook did not love this version you because of the pain you felt- he loved it because of how dependent you were on him. No, Rook wasn't cruel, he wasn't twisted either- you were just too heavenly.

Maybe Rook was a sadist.

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LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEEEEE

Don't separate Ace from Deuce and Yuu/Grim, he don't take it well

Love is a Waste of Time

Kalim Al-Asim x GN!Reader

Happy Birthday to my love, Kalim! Hopefully it's enjoyable!

Synopsis: Kalim's strange new habits confuse him. Why is he so inclined on everything that is you? Is he sick!? Or maybe it's a curse? After a night of crestfallen sobbing, Jamil finds poor Kalim in such a state- in need of guidance. After said guidance, Kalim know's what he suffers from is not a disease but love- love for you. How will Kalim confess- will you even accept? After all, "love is a waste of time."

TW: None, just fluff! + bonding with Jamil (!?)

Crimson eyes bore at you once more, hoping you don't catch the culprit as he peers at what you're doing. He doesn't understand why he's so inclined on looking at you- simply staring. Useless, that's what it is. He's not getting any work done nor is he even speaking to you. What's the point? He doesn't know, yet, he still gapes at you. He doesn't know why he's content with just looking at you.

When he finally gets the chance to speak to you, he simply listens. Eyes wide at what you're saying- such interest in whatever dumb topic you've brought up. You're sure no one else would so vividly attentive to what you have to say- endearing, that's what he is.

He ignores his work to listen in to your conversations- who are you talking to and what you like talking about. His attention constantly wavers when you're there; he can't help it. He doesn't understand why. He follows you around, clumsy steps after yours. He hopes you'll allow him to tag along, he means no harm. He doesn't even know why he's so inclined on following you.

A soft blush coats his face- frustration. What's happening to to him? Is he sick? Did he catch the flu? Does he have a disease?

The disease he suffers from, has your name.

Soft tears pool in his eyes- what if he's been cursed? He looks around his room, silken sheets draped across him as he sobs in silence. It's something so stupid too; how is he supposed to ask doctors to cure him when he's so shy to speak up? He doesn't know why he's shy, his milky hair tousled as his hands rake through it in confusion.

A knock on his door wakes him up from his pondering thoughts. Jamil opens the door carrying a glass of water, the same observant look in his eyes. Kalim quickly wipes his eyes, a soft smile on his lips.

"Jamil, it's you.." He says a sigh of relief following after his words. He thanks Jamil for the water as he urges him to take a seat right next to him.

"Kalim, something's up- don't try to lie." Jamil says as he takes a seat on the edge of Kalim's bed. It was unusual seeing the sunshine boy be so glum. As much as Jamil liked the idea of Kalim toning himself down, he didn't find the current Kalim appeasing.

"Jamil, I have request- if you don't mind." Kalim says, ruby eyes peering up at Jamil with a helpless gleam.

"Go on Kalim- if it's about ordering elephants for next week's party then it's a "no". We can't order those elephant's again, they caused quite a ruckus last-"

Jamil was cut off by a panicked Kalim. "No, no! Don't worry it's not that.." Kalim said, a certain innocence in his voice. Jamil was confused by his current demure disposition.

"I- it's about someone. You know the prefect, right?" He asked, a bashful expression coating his face. Jamil simply nodded, a hand running through his braided hair.

"I think i have a disease or a curse related to them. They're in my head, constantly. When I sleep, they're in my dreams and when I wake up they are the first thing I see. I want to speak to them but for some reason the words don't come out of my mouth- it frustrates me. My face feels warm when they're near me and my stomach- my stomach seems to have monkeys dancing in them! Have I been cursed!? Or have they been cursed? Can we save them?" He blurted out, his thoughts escalating to various heights. Truly an overthinker.

Jamil sighed after Kalim's monologue- this was bound to happen one day but Jamil never expected Kalim's love to be reminiscent of a puppy's.

"Kalim, before you say it- no, you nor the prefect will die. You haven't been cursed either and neither have they." Jamil sighed after speaking, his hands traveling to caress his forehead.

"Then!? What else could it be?" Kalim asked, concern and confusion etched on his face. "No, don't say it- it's a disease, isn't it?" Kalim spoke up in panic, his hands covering his ears to block out what Jamil had to say.

"Kalim you're in love." Jamil said, an air of blasé surrounding him as he removed Kalim's hands from his ears. Kalim was wide-eyed at Jamil's answer, a dumbfounded expression plastered on his face as if he was still comprehending what he had been told.

"Kalim, did you hear me? You're in love." Restated Jamil while looking at him Kalim with certainty.

"I'm in love...?" He asked himself before pausing- his movement reduced to zero. He blinked a few time before a large Cheshire grin plastered across his face.

"Ha! Why didn't I think of that? It was so simple- I'm in love!" He exclaimed, a hum of content following suit. Kalim clung onto Jamil in delight desperately thanking Jamil for his words of wisdom. Jamil simply pat Kalim's back before leaving the boy to his thoughts.

That night Kalim was content- truly, he was lucky to love someone like you. It was an honor.

Then, he begun the same routine once more- to peer at you as sneakily possible, to listen to you ramble on and on as he took notes of your likes, and to follow where you went in hopes of having your attention solely on him. Such a tiring routine.

Sometimes he wondered how you felt- was it truly okay for him to follow you around? He hoped he wasn't being clingy- a nuisance.

It was strange for you to have him follow you- you didn't mind. The little gifts he'd send were over-the-top but they made you smile, although you returned most of them due to how pricey they were. The way he'd listen so wholeheartedly to whatever you had to say- it made your heart thump a little faster. Oh, and how he always had or made time for you; it made you feel privileged

Little by little a strange set of nerves took over your heart- what was this feeling? You sat there smiling for no reason- your thoughts filled with but Kalim. A bizarre flood of fuzzy nothings filled your mind- your heart sprinting away in fluster at the mere thought of him. A blush crept up your face whenever he was around- why were you so nervous?

You felt like flying yet also falling; the need to scream as loud as you could by merely spotting him was truly a bother. You'd surely gone mad.

A rush of emotions crept up your spine when he was around, running away the only answer. Your eyes could never meet his gaze; he only wondered what he'd done wrong. Nights were spent hugging your pillow in frustration as you bit your nails pondering over how to avoid him and talk to him at the same time. Your unusual behavior meant no harm, you were simply a bit crazy in-love yet also too flustered to act upon it. You weren't ready to face your feelings.

Nevertheless, Kalim took it wrongly, his carmine eyes dimming down in sorrow. Tears pooled in his eyes as he held a rose you didn't accept. A smile soon inched onto his face- fake.

"I'm sorry prefect- sorry for bothering you." He said, hiding the rose behind his back as he prepared to walk off. His eyes refused to make contact with yours while his heart hammered in his chest- he was a fool.

"Wait!" You said, a desperate wail as you rushed over to catch his sleeve. You were flustered, confused too. You didn't reject him- no, the words just couldn't come out of your throat.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't silent because I didn't accept- I just couldn't believe this was happening." You confessed, your hand holding his sleeve in place- you couldn't let go.

"I don't know what you've done. I can't get you out of my head but I don't hate it. When you're around me I can't speak- I want to, but the words don't come out. It's as if my heart's being restrained and my head is filled with nothing- my mind goes blank. I wanna look at you and I want to hold you. I know this is all really stupid coming from me but I don't know what to do. I wasn't trying to reject you- no, not at all. I thought I was daydreaming. Kalim, I don't know what you've done to me." You gushed, a shaky breath following suit.

Your eyes couldn't meet his and your mind was in a frenzy. Your body felt as if it was on fire and you felt so embarrassed- you still didn't know what he did to you. Though, you had a hunch.

A smile graced Kalim's lips- such a pretty smile it was. He patted your back, making you look up at him.

"It's love." He simply said.

"What?" You were not expecting such a bold or to-the-point answer. You blinked a few times, a smile creeping up your lips- it was such a "Kalim" answer. Truly, he was precious.

"Jamil told me- I thought it was a disease or a curse; but no, it's love. I also had the same, erm, symptoms?" He said with a grin, confusion etching his features when he tried explaining what you were going through.

"Love, really?" You said- a rhetorical question. A hum of delight left your lips as you took in a serene breath.

"Well, love is a waste of time." You stated, earning a hurt expression from Kalim. A panicked set of hands clung onto you, bringing you back from your serene state.

"No, it's not a waste of time." He said, his brows furrowing as if he was offended. "It may feel like it's useless to love because you're stuck doing absolutely nothing. But, isn't there a beauty in that? Isn't it so lovely to be so enamored that you're stunned every time you lay your eyes on a person. Isn't that something worthy to spend your time on?" He asked, teary-eyed. His hands clutched your arms desperately as a quivering sigh escaped his lips. He wanted to show you that loving someone was worth-it, it wasn't as trifling as you thought it was. His description, although not very convincing, was able to convince you.

A small giggle escaped your lips before it turned into a full-on laugh. Kalim looked confused- why were you laughing? What was so funny? Did you think he was joking? If so, he really wasn't- loving you, it made him happy, elated even.

"Kalim, I said love was a waste of time but I never said that I wouldn't waste my time on love." You spoke gently drawing a grin from Kalim. Your eyes studied him, a warm feeling nestling in your heart. Just looking at him soothed your heart.

"I think, at least once in my life, I'd like to waste my time." You spoke, the sun peeking in from the window as if to embrace you both.

He looked at you, frenzied- he hoped you were referring to him.

"Who else is better to waste my time with than with you?" You cooed, a soft whisper tickling his ear. It was as if you were letting him onto a secret, his eyes lighting up in delight. He peered at you sheepishly, a bumbling smile on his lips.

Truly, love was a waste of time- here you both were, wasting your time in each other's presence. Still, it was a good waste of time.

A waste of time that was worth wasting your time for.

"Love is a waste of time, but I love this waste of time."

Note: Inspo from the song "Love is a Waste of Time" from the movie PK.

Note 2: I hope I was able to show Jamil and Kalim's "bonding". I firmly believe that there are and have been moments in which Jamil has cared for Kalim wholeheartedly, albeit the fact that he can be very "detached" or cold (I'm so bad at explaining this-).

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