(to TWST Book 7) Are You Telling Me That Lilias Perfect Dream Is One In Which Malleus, Silver And Sebek

(to TWST book 7) are you telling me that Lilia’s perfect dream is one in which Malleus, Silver and Sebek do not yet exist

Hi! Thank you for doing this event! This is such a cute prompt idea, I love it! Would it be alright if I use it in the future?

And could I request Ruggie at 11:38PM in the Savannaclaw laundry room?

WARNINGS: None! Very cute and wholesome :D COMMENTS: Hello! Thank you so much! I don’t mind at all hehe, these are fun to write :D I hope you enjoy this, sorry it took so long!!

It had been six hours and twenty-seven minutes since Ruggie Bucchi went AWOL. 

Typically, on a busy day like today, he’d send you a short text explaining that he’d be busy for a while and couldn’t chat. He always messaged you as soon as he could after that, so that you knew he was free again. 

Only this time, he hadn’t texted you back. 

For the first little while, you figured whatever he had been doing was just taking longer than he’d thought. But when four hours had come and gone with no sign from him, you started to get a bit nervous. At five hours, you were checking your phone every couple minutes. At six, you’d put on your jacket and rushed out of Ramshackle. 

The night was cold and eerie as you slowly made your way to the Savannaclaw dorm. You kept your eyes peeled for any sign of Ruggie as you got closer and closer, but there was no sign of him.

Upon arriving at Savannaclaw, you carefully made your way to Ruggie’s room, keeping as silent as possible. You figured that in a dorm full of beastmen, they probably knew you were there anyway, but you still didn’t want to disturb them if you could avoid it. 

You finally stood in front of Ruggie’s room, thinking hard. What if he’d just forgotten to text you, and was currently enjoying some much-needed rest? You hesitated.

Well, if he didn’t want to be disturbed, he should’ve remembered to text me.

You knocked on the door.

Silence.

“Ruggie? It’s me.” You kept your voice low and quiet as you knocked again.

Still nothing.

“I’m coming in.” You paused and waited for a protest. Nothing came, so you opened the door.

Ruggie Bucchi was not in his bed, nor in his room.

He was simply gone. 

You felt your heart start to race. Where in twisted wonderland was he?!

You pulled out your phone, scrolling past the slightly embarrassing amount of texts you’d sent to try and get his attention. He hadn’t sent anything to insinuate what exactly he’d be doing.

You thought back on your conversations earlier that day, trying to figure out where he could possibly be. Ruggie had been complaining about all the work that he had to do for Leona. More specifically, he’d been making fun of Leona for not knowing how to even wash his own clothes. 

Wait. Wash his own clothes…

You turned and hastily made your way to the Savannaclaw Laundry room, racking your brains for anywhere else he could be.

Turns out, thinking of other options was entirely unnecessary. 

Curled up on a pile of freshly dried laundry, Ruggie Bucchi lay fast asleep. His hair drooped messily over his eyes, arms still clutching a half-empty laundry basket. He looked eerily peaceful. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen him this relaxed before. You pulled out your phone and snapped a quick photo, before shoving your phone in your back pocket and crouching down beside him, looking through the washing.

You grabbed a clean, lukewarm blanket from the pile and gently draped it over him. He, still asleep, snuggled into it with a cosy smile on his face.

“I love you.” He mumbled. 

You froze, unsure if he was awake or asleep. If he was awake - or at least, half awake - then what he said could’ve been legit, right…? Or maybe it was just him dreaming of someone he loved, like his grandma or something. It didn’t necessarily mean you… did it? You were suddenly very aware of how fast your heart was beating.

You sighed and sat down next to him, adjusting yourself until you were also comfortable. It was late and you were starting to get tired. 

Might as well stay here for the night, you thought. I can give Ruggie an earful tomorrow…

You tossed another blanket over yourself and shifted until you were comfortable. As sleep slowly began to pull you into its warm embrace, you could’ve sworn you felt a calloused but gentle hand take yours.

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Mc/Yuu that when given genuine affection from their friends such as a small gift or just being told that they enjoy being around them, they just get really quiet and look at their friend with shock and disbelief, tearing up a little bit and just going "...oh..." in a real small voice.

Bonus points if they're not usually emotional like this.

It would be fun if it was the overblot gang since they just got some gifts themselves, or maybe ADeuce duo...idk man, I just want some wholesome friendship, I feel like there aren't enough fics like that in this fandom-

WARNINGS: Can be read as platonic or romantic, some of these might be longer/shorter than others, all of them care about you but (almost) all of them are bad with Emotions. also there are slight references to book 6 in Idia’s section if you squint

COMMENTS: AWH this is such a cute idea! And yes, there should definitely be more wholesome, platonic fics! Also, sorry these are short D:

Wait, crap, you’re tearing up? He just got you a present- are you okay?? He’s low key worried about you, unsure if this is just you being extremely excited about his (amazing) gift or if there’s something else going on. Either way, he’s quick to figure it out and reassure you as best he can. He’s torn between feeling bad about making you cry and being happy you liked his present so much. Either way, he pulls you into a hug and rubs patterns into your back until you feel better.

You’re crying?! Ohhhh crap oh crap oh crap- he doesn’t know what to do! Was his present that bad-? Once you reassure him and tell him you love it, he relaxes a little bit but is still clearly distressed. He isn’t very good at figuring out why you’re reacting this way, but his genuine care for you shines through and helps you feel a little more comfortable in his own way.

Wh-what?? Did he do something wrong-? He did a bunch of research, so he had assumed that this gift would be something you’d appreciate, not tear up over! Riddle is. Confused. And scared. He’s new to this whole “having friends” thing, and he thinks very highly of you, so the thought of messing up is pretty scary. He’s at quite a loss of what to do. When you reassure him and tell him you’re okay, he’s very relieved. He makes a note of how much you appreciated the gift and is determined to do more for you. If he has to get used to having friends, he wants you to get used to receiving the affection you deserve, too.

Awh, come on. You’re seriously tearing up over this? He ruffles your hair affectionately, giving you space to process your emotions while staying nearby. He doesn’t quite get what all the fuss is about - all he knows is he got you something and then you “exploded into tears” (you did not, he’s exaggerating). He sits with you until you feel better and tries to think of ways he could give you stuff without you “freaking out” like this. Maybe some money left in your pockets would be a good idea…

As soon as you tear up, he wants to go hide in his octo-pot. He knew it, it was a stupid idea. He should’ve gone with the other present idea, maybe then you’d be less disappointed. If you even still want to be friends with him after this. The moment you explain that you’re really happy, however, his mood does a complete 180, attempting to both comfort you and gloat a little at the same time. He would pat you a little awkwardly on the shoulder, wanting to express he appreciated your vulnerability. He’s definitely making notes on things he could spoil you with.

He freezes. Dang, he thought it was something you’d like. If not, that’s okay, he did keep the receipt. You can take it back to the store and get a refund if you’d- oh? You liked it? He’s another one that would try to comfort you and feel smug at the same time. The thought of making anyone but particularly you so happy is a little jarring to him, and your way of expressing emotions is definitely unexpected, but he’s glad he got you this. Maybe he’ll get you something better next time.

For once, Vil is speechless. For a moment he just kinda stands there in surprise, before sweeping you into his arms for a hug - completely ignoring how his clothes might crinkle. He didn’t think you would react that way, and - although he’s pretty sure you’re happy - he wants to comfort you anyway. Once you confirm you’re actually happy, he thinks your reaction is sweet and endearing and pure. He’s definitely buying you more things if this is your reaction to it,

The moment you say “oh” and start to tear up he’s internally going say sike rn. Bro was not prepared for Emotions. He can hardly handle his own feelings, why’d fate dump him with someone else’s?! Especially since they belong to someone he cares about. He’s not real good with other people, let alone taking care of them. He wishes Ortho was here - he could google Top 10 Ways To Comfort A Friend Who Randomly Starts Crying. Idia kinda just ends up patting your entire head awkwardly and saying “there there” through his tablet. He knows it’s pathetic, okay?

He’s utterly confused. He followed the Human Customs of buying a gift for someone you care about, why are you displaying a negative reaction? Was the gift not satisfactory? Lilia said this would be enough, although perhaps he should’ve gone with his original plan and bought you significantly more. Were you perhaps disappointed? Once you reassure him, he almost laughs. He thinks your reaction was very cute, he will be buying you significantly more things. Prepare yourself.

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Congratulations on 200! 🎉🎉🎉

Could I please request Trey and 9AM?

Thank you for your work!

WARNINGS: Trey might be slightly OOC I’m not sure-

COMMENTS: Absolutely! And thank you anon! :D also, sorry if this is a bit short. It’s very fluffy though!

“And… we’re done,” Trey said, taking the last batch of treats out of the oven.

You sank wearily onto a bench stool, folding your arms on the counter. You leaned comfortably on your arms, eyes fluttering closed.

You were exhausted. You’d offered to help Trey with cooking for the unbirthday party today. He warned you that it’d be hard - that you’d have to be at Heartslabyul by 4 am to get started - but you didn’t fully realise how tiring it would be. You were tempted to drift off right there at the bench.

You heard a chuckle and opened your eyes to find Trey smiling sympathetically at you. The quirk of his eyebrows and the kind, worried smile made your stomach do flips, and you hastily closed your eyes.

“Not used to the early mornings, huh?” Trey joked, sitting beside you.

“Not 3 am early.” You grumbled, and he laughed.

“Sorry about that. Usually I wake up a little later, but with the distance from Ramshackle to Heartslabyul… if I’d let you sleep in extra, we’d still be going by now. Which would mean the food would be too late.”

“That’s fair, I guess.” You adjusted your position to rub your eyes, stifling a yawn.

You felt something land on top of your head. You blinked, tilting your head. Trey chuckled, and you realised it was his hand. He ruffled your hair gently, and you had to bite the inside of your mouth to stop the stupid grin attempting to spread itself across your face. With how close you were, you hoped he couldn’t hear your heartbeat.

“You did good today, though. You should get some rest - there’s still a couple of hours before the Unbirthday party.”

You shook your head. “Nah, by the time I got home I’d have like 20 minutes to sleep, then come straight back.” You yawned fully this time, and Trey smiled sympathetically. “Besides,” you added, “there’s a little more to do, yeah? Like, setup ‘n stuff.”

“It’s alright, we can handle it. You can crash in my room - that way you won’t be at risk of falling asleep in your tart. I appreciate the offer, but right now it’s more important to me that you rest.”

Your eyelids were becoming heavier with each passing moment. You hummed tiredly, barely able to form a coherent response.

You heard Trey chuckle. “Alright sleepyhead, don’t fall asleep just yet. We gotta get you there first.”

You felt a strong arm slip around your waist. Trey lifted you off the chair, supporting you as best he could. Slowly, the two of you made your way to Trey’s room.

He gently set you down on his bed. You kicked your shoes off and sank into it, already half asleep. Trey smiled.

“I’ll wake you up when it’s time. Sleep well, Prefect.”

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Hhhh I only have 46 keys and 20 pity do I pull for Rollo or do I save for playful land Ace

(please help I need advice)

oh my GOSH This is so cute 🥺🥺🥺 Love Luka sm!!!

🌊𓈒𓏸Confessing to Luka Strongarm𓏸𓈒🌊

SUMMARY: After spending lots of time with Luka, you finally decide it's time he knows how you feel.

NOTES: gn!reader, Reader is Trailblazer, takes place sometime after the events of Mo Cuishle

WARNINGS: May be ooc, I'm learning writing and Hoyo needs to give us more Luka content like please I wanna learn everything about him.

COMMENTS: Finally got this out! I maybe had a little inspo as to what to do for my first fic from a friend, but I enjoyed writing this! The intro was a little long, but I think I just really enjoy writing a bit of background for the situation, this isn't the first time! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this! I hope it's good for my first fic, fingers crossed! Any feedback is appreciated!

In the time you've been on Jarilo-VI, you've gotten to know all the residents pretty well, as you prepare to go to the next stop on your journey. However, staying here has made you get closer to some of them than you had expected... Sure you had made plenty of friends, even invited them to visit the Astral Express! But there was one who you'd felt like you'd gotten even closer to. Luka Strongarm.

From the moment you met him, you were drawn to him. He was strong, smart, and you had to admit his looks were going for him too. Your time spent with him was invaluable, and he made you feel invaluable too.

On this particular day, you were watching him in the ring, watching him spar for fun against some robots. He hadn't been in any tournaments or anything since you met him, so his victory number was still at 28. A number you drilled into your memory, or maybe it just stuck out to you because it was him.

You were lost in thought, watching him smile as he beat up the bots. Before you knew it, he was done with the fight, and had come out of the ring. He headed your direction as soon as he saw you, a smile on his face as always.

"Hey there, trailblazer!" You could hardly hear him over the sound of the crowd cheering. Perhaps it was because it was even more impressive to beat up a bunch of bots, than it is to beat up a person that they were so worked up over his victory.

You gestured outside, indicating that you wanted to talk to him, without the cheering crowd. He promptly nodded in response, and turned to the crowd, saying a goodbye to them as you started to leave. You barely paid attention to what he said as you looked at him before he turned back to you and nodded for the exit.

As you both stepped outside, you asked a seemingly innocuous question. "Could you follow me?" You outstretched your hand to him, just waiting for fans to try to follow you.

"Yeah, let's try to lose them." He agreed, taking your hand almost by instinct.

Your heart pounded as you held his hand, leading him not too far from the fight club, in the direction of Rivet Town. The place had little meaning, but the abandoned town was quiet, private, and you didn't want anyone overhearing what you had to say.

"This place certainly is a lot quieter than the fight club. I gotta hand it to you, you picked a good place for us to chat!" He said, oblivious to the pounding of your heart. You had been mentally preparing all day to face him, to finally speak what's been on your mind for a while, and now was the time to let it out.

"L- Luka," You stammered, trying to build confidence.

"Yeah? What's up?" He looked at you, a smile on his face. That damned smile that gave you butterflies every time you saw it.

You cleared your throat before continuing: "There's... something I've been meaning to tell you."

He waited patiently, starting to notice how you would fidget, and avoid his gaze, hoping it wasn't anything bad. And yet, despite his fiery spirit, he was so patient, just another thing you liked about him.

You let out a nervous chuckle. "Well, the thing is... I-" you took a deep breath. "I like you, Luka. I... like like you." Aeons this was embarrassing to say. You just wanted to run away and never show your face to him again. And yet- you stayed, and you looked up at him slowly as you contemplated telling Pom-pom that you could never go to Jarilo-VI again.

He looked at you, a shocked expression on his face. This definitely wasn't what he expected, and yet you could swear there was still a smile. That damn smile.

You heard him chuckle. You thought you had screwed things up royally, but before you could overthink too much, he spoke. "You... like me?" He rubbed the back of his neck. "I didn't expect you to feel the same way about me." He smiled at you and you couldn't help but look at him in return.

As your eyes met, he held out his hands to you as you subconsciously took them, the difference in temperature momentarily shocking you. "So... does that mean..." You started

"I like you too." He finished. "I just thought that, as a Nameless, you wouldn't reciprocate my feelings. But I'm glad you do." He smiled at you, so softly and gently. You couldn't help but smile back.

The thought of your Nameless duties pulling you away from him entered your mind for a second, but you quickly dispelled them. You can cross that bridge when you get to it. "So... does this mean we're... together now?"

Luka thought for a second. "Well, I mean if we both agree, I guess it does." He looked down for a second, gripping your hands before quickly softening his grip. "Well... if we've both said our piece... do you want to, I don't know, celebrate? I could take you out on a proper date?"

"That sounds great." You chuckled as you went by his side, grabbing his arm. Yes, his arm. It was his organic arm, and you could feel his hand warm in yours. "Well then, 28 time champion," you lightly teased, "where are we off to? I'll follow your lead."

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised you remember that number so well at this point." He chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll take us to the best place the Underworld has to offer!" And with that, he gently led you out of the abandoned area, your hands intertwined.

So that's it! I had a lot of fun writing this! I may end up making 2 other things bc of this. I wanna do a follow up bc reader is trailblazer and trailblazing needs to happen, so that's prolly gonna lead to some angst... I also want to write a version where the reader isn't the trailblazer since I feel like that's a completely different type of relationships...

If you enjoyed this, feel free to learn more about me and what I do here! You can also see if my requests are open there if you want something yourself!

I talk too much... anyway, I hope to see you around! Pce!