I Think You'd Like This Story: "The Arcana: His Apprentice " By Kawaii_millie On

I think you'd like this story: "The Arcana: His Apprentice " by kawaii_millie on

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The Arcana: His Apprentice

The story of how an attentive magician and his apprentice fell in love. The story of how they grew up together only to...

Best asra x reader fantasy I've seen 😄😍😍

A Price for a Price

Floyd Leech X Fem!Reader X Jade Leech

Warnings: Threesome, Oral, Biting, Double Penetration, Mild Orgasm Denial, Teasing

Adds plot to porn. Adds plot to porn. Adds plot to porn. Adds plot to-

Anyways, kudos to anyone who spots the Disney references. Most were from The Little Mermaid, but I added some others in there by complete accident as my creative juices just flew while typing up this fic. There’s also one reference to a Don Bluth film, though I’m not sure anyone will catch it, let alone remember it.

All characters are 18+

Working at Mostro Lounge wasn’t all that bad.

Sure, it wasn’t exactly easy and dealing with certain costumers could be a headache, but the pay was decent and the hours were bearable. All in all, you would say it was a good 9/10 job. And hey, it was always funny to see the reactions from customers after you’d correct them about working under Azul contract-free.

“E-eh, you mean you didn’t sign a scroll and now have to sing to pay off your debt?!”

“Nope!”

And then you’d give the flabbergasted boy a wink before moving on to the next song or walking off to go on your employee mandated break. It was true; you were being paid to sing and perform at the Lounge willingly, although, that wasn’t always the case…

Initially, you were working there, under contract, in order to pay off your three dumbass friend’s depts when they made the stupid mistake of signing contracts with the cecaelia. Back then you had made a deal to work at the lounge for free until all their depts were paid off.

At the time, you were under the impression that he was going to have you be taking orders and cleaning tables, but little did you know he had other plans for this poor, unfortunate prefect.

“All I need is your voice.” He had said to you, almost offhandedly.

You didn’t understand at the time and thought he meant that he’d take your voice as compensation for working there. But he clarified that no no, he wouldn’t be taking your voice, rather, you’d be lending it.

That is, you’d be singing on a newly built stage smack dab in the middle of the lounge for the viewing pleasure of college boys from all over campus.

Your mouth fell open, gaping like a fish as he explained the details of your job and what was expected of you. Even Grim and the adeuce duo were taken aback with what they were witnessing.

“Since when did Mostro have lounge singing?!” You shrieked, fists clenched at the audacity of this underhanded slimeball.

“Since finding out that a certain little prefect had the voice of a siren.” He said matter-of-factly.

Your eyes widened at that.

He wasn’t wrong. You could sing. But never in front of others, and especially not in front of a whole ass audience! The most anybody would hear from is a quiet humming whenever you were doing homework or at the library studying. The only time you’d ever sing out loud was in the privacy of your own dorm when Grim and the ghosts weren’t around.

Had you slipped up and not noticed? Had he or one of the twins caught you when you thought nobody was around? Did Cater record you and post it to MagiCam without your knowledge?! You never did find out how Azul discovered your beautiful singing voice.

Your face twisted into one of disgust and ire as your teeth clenched and lips split back into a snarl. He remained unfazed as he gestured to the twins to escort out the other three students, so it was just him and his new employee. Your breathed in and out an angry huff.

“You sneaky son of a-“

“Save your voice for the stage, my dear.”

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In which Malleus takes (Y/n) to the Valley of Thorns for school break, intending to finally confess his feelings for her.

Traditional dragon courting rituals say that a dragon must take the heart of his treasury, a gem, and make a necklace out of it and give it to his beloved.

Request by anon.

"I hope you've been enjoying your stay here so far..."

Malleus walked beside you in the rather gloomy gardens of the castle, the red rose bushes being the only thing of colour within the area. The rest of the scenery was made up of dark and rather sad colours that made your soul want to weep in melancholy. Yet, Malleus seemed quite unaffected by the gloomy atmosphere, already used to this place and its mood.

You nodded, straightening the folds out of the dark green dress that his grandmother had gifted to you upon your arrival a week ago. Letting out an excited sigh, you chirped, "Yes! The castle is really pretty— although it is rather big, resulting in me getting lost all the time..." An amused smile appeared on Malleus' lips, and he let out a few chuckles at your sheepish words. "But oh well, Sebek has a special talent for finding me— he says he can sense humans in a five hundred metre radius."

"How interesting..." he muttered softly, trailing off. "I'm glad that you seem to be having fun. I'm also sorry that I haven't been available to you as much as I'd like to be."

You perked up to flash him a beaming smile. "Oh no! Don't worry! Silver and Sebek have been keeping me good company. Sebek can actually be really funny once you get to know him," you chirped, which served to humour Malleus quite a bit. He had been worried that handling Sebek would be too much for you, but it seemed like his worries had been for naught. You quirked an eyebrow at him, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Besides, Lilia told me that you were busy with something? He wouldn't tell me what, though."

Malleus' eyes widened in surprise. Your eyes tried to catch his, but for once, he wasn't really able to meet your gaze. Instead, his eyes lingered on the golden necklace that he clutched tightly in his one hand. "Well, I suppose it is time for me to tell you now," he whispered quietly as he unwrapped his fingers to reveal the jewellery to you, which now openly lay in his palm for you to take. "Look, I have a special present for you."

"Wow," you gasped, eyes twinkling curiously, "what a beautiful necklace!"

Malleus expected you to snatch the necklace right out of his hands, but you never made any movement to take it for yourself. Instead, you stared at it with twinkling eyes, unable to avert your gaze from the shimmering emerald embedded in the golden pendant; it looked like it had been made with high craftsmanship.

Malleus grew nervous when you simply stayed silent, watching the present he had intended to gift you. Eventually, he wasn't able to take it anymore and simply extended his hands further towards you. "Here, it is for you," he said, his breath bated and eyes full of anticipation.

A gasp escaped your throat when you, instead of taking the necklace out of his hands and therefore accepting it, reached out to run your fingertips against the cold metal of the accessory. The dragon fae was frowning, the panic inside of him growing when you wouldn't take the necklace for yourself. Eventually, you looked up at him, a doubtful smile on your lips. "Malleus, no— I couldn't possibly accept such a prized necklace." Wrapping your hands around his, you gently folded his fingers so that they covered the necklace again. "It looks like it must have cost a fortune!"

Desperation overtook Malleus' eyes when you simply turned around and continued on your merry stroll through the gardens again, completely oblivious about the fact that he was having an existential crisis. "My treasure, please—" he cried out, which made you halt in your steps again. His hands that were curled into fists were shaking in anger and sadness. "It's specifically for you..."

You shook your head and shot him a sheepish smile. "Keep it, Malleus." Something akin to embarrassment clouded your eyes as you took a hold of his other free hand to pull him along with you. He reluctantly let you drag him forward, but the way your fingers were intertwined with his didn't help with the feeling of rejection weighing down his heart. Giggling, you muttered, "I'd feel guilty if I lost it, which there is a high probability of happening."

This had to be a misunderstanding, right? So, his eyes desperately flickering over to your joyful face, he quickly asked, "So you won't accept my gift?"

"No, keep it." You shook your head to underline your words, thus smashing all the hope that had built up inside of his heart. Taking a deep breath of the cool yet heavy air, you increased your pace to get away from the heavy mood occupying this peculiar area. "So! Do you want to show me the garden?"

Malleus nodded solemnly, his grip on the necklace so tight that it almost broke. Yet, he kept that cool facade up and shot you a small yet broken smile. "Sure..."

•••

Days after that incident passed, all of them marked by heavy storms that seemed to have no end. Rain kept pouring down from the dark sky, and green thunder filled your ears every night that you tried your best to fall asleep. Silver and Sebek had assured you that everything was fine — that everything was normal, but you couldn't help yourself but be doubtful of their words. It didn't help that Malleus seemed to be avoiding you like you were the plague; you were just plain confused.

So, after having endured enough sleepless nights due to the thunder and lightning that even appeared during night time, you eventually decided to finally get to the bottom of this.

"Lilia?" you called out as you saw a small silhouette at the end of the darkly-lit corridor, right where the entrance to Malleus' bedroom was. It was night time already, and you had just managed to escape Silver and Sebek to go see Malleus. Today was the day you had decided to ask your friend for the truth, but you were more than relieved to have encountered Lilia before that. So, hurriedly venturing towards the bat fae, you furrowed your eyebrows. "What's wrong with Malleus?"

Lilia turned around to face you, a mischievous expression on his face. "Oh? So you noticed the thunder storms, too," he chimed, his words so innocent that you were left dumbfounded; he sounded like he knew something you didn't.

"Yeah..." you trailed off while sheepishly scratching the back of your neck, a little bit uncomfortable due to the intensity of Lilia's slightly judging glare. "I couldn't really sleep because of those."

Lilia let out a humoured chuckle and crossed his arms. "Are you aware of what you did when you declined his present?" he asked, getting straight to the point.

You furrowed your eyebrows, seeing no correlation between the thunderstorms and your stroll through the garden a few days ago — yet. Having a hard time remembering the event, you eventually managed to press out, "That fancy necklace he wanted to give me?"

"Exactly. That one." Lilia nodded, feeling a little bit of pity upon realising that your rejection hadn't been out of maliciousness but instead because of not knowing what your actions meant. Sighing, he put a hand on your shoulder and looked you deep in the eyes. "It was a confession, you know. That's the way dragons court one another. He literally gave you the heart of his treasury, and you rejected it."

Your eyes widened in horror. "What?!" you cried out while your hands immediately covered your mouth due to it already being past rest-time. The sobs that escaped your dry throat were all that came out of your mouth at first. "I— I didn't know—!"

Lilia hummed, cutting in, "That's why he's been sulking the past days. The poor boy has been heartbroken over your rejection."

"I should go apologise..." You lowered your gaze to the floor, a guilty and embarrassed scowl on your face. Realisation hit you like cold water, and you just wanted to hide under your bed to never come out again — but you were aware that you needed to talk out this misunderstanding with your heartbroken friend right now.

"Yes," Lilia chirped, all out of a sudden in high spirits again, "be off, young one."

You shot the wise fae a grateful smile. "Thank you, Lilia."

"No problem, child." He merely hummed in delight while he stepped aside to let you continue the last metres to Malleus' cave. His hand remained on your shoulder, always there to express his support for you. "Just be patient and look out for him."

Then, his hand vanished in the split of a second, leaving you confused as to where he had gone. You turned around but weren't able to find anyone behind you, not even Lilia, who had been there just a few seconds ago. Sighing, you scratched your head and decided not to break your head over his sudden disappearance since you had something more important to do.

Softly knocking against the door to Malleus' bedroom, you meekly called out, "Malleus? Can I come in?" You patiently waited for a response, but you never received one; yet, you just knew that he sat on the other side of the door, his heavy aura and the sudden cold gust of air sweeping through the cracks of the door making him known.

More inquiries and knocks eventually drew Malleus to quietly respond, "No..."

"I... I need to talk to you," you whispered, not knowing if Malleus heard or understood you if you kept your voice so low — but of course he could hear you; he just chose not to answer to your plea. So, taking things into your own hands, you twisted the doorknob to the side and gently pushed the door open to reveal a crack of brilliant moonlight streaming outside. "Uhm... I'll just be coming in now."

Not leaving him any time to protest, you slipped inside and carefully shut the door close again. Yet, you were met with a pillow being flung your way, aiming right for your head. A scream escaped your lips as you ducked, just right in time to avoid being injured by a pillow Malleus had thrown with his inhuman strength.

"What did I tell you, Child of Man?!" he thundered, sitting on his bed with a straight back, a scary scowl on his face that was meant to cover up the hurt and sadness that your appearance brought him.

Slowly rising to your feet again, you cried out, "Malleus, I'm so sorry—"

Yet, Malleus seemed to be caught in so much rage that he didn't intend to listen to your apology. Much to your bad, the lightning and thunder increased tenfold, and the room suddenly grew eerily cold. Covering yourself with your arms, you let out a few trembling breaths. Malleus didn't move, but his eyes followed your ragged movement. "I offered you my heart and you threw it away!" he hissed, his voice growing distorted.

You shook your head desperately as you tried to make your way over to the side of his bed, but the way he tried to freeze you with his glare made your job much harder than it should have been. Extending your hand towards him, you began, "I didn't realise you were confessing to me—"

In the snap of a moment, Malleus' mood changed from angered to sad. His eyes suddenly broke away from yours, and he slouched forward with his face buried in his palms. "I shouldn't have done this..." he muttered between sobs. "I shouldn't have let Lilua convince me—"

"Malleus!" you yelled out once you finally fought through the wall he had built around himself, successfully grabbing his hand and not intending to let it go any time soon again. A desperate frown on your face, you tried to suppress the tears from escaping your eyes. "I love you, too! Alright?!"

Malleus froze and removed his other hand from his face, wiping away at his eyes in disbelief. "But—" he choked out, surprised when you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a warm embrace. He was too taken aback to reciprocate your affection, his mind struggling with even understanding your sudden confession. "You rejected my offering—"

"Because I didn't realise what it meant!" you whispered into his ear while gently running your hand up and down his back in an attempt to soothe his wild feelings. "If I had known it was a confession, then I would have accepted without hesitating."

Malleus seemed speechless when you tightened your arms around him, as afraid that he would leave you as he was. His arms still hung by his sides uselessly while a silly smile broke out on his face. "I must be dreaming," he whispered, his eyes peering down at your body pressed against his.

The weather outside was clearing up, too: The rain stopped hammering down onto the lands mercilessly, and even thunder and lightning ceased to be. The thick layer of dark clouds that had covered the sky wandered away to leave a perfect view of the starry night sky.

You let out a few chuckles as you pulled away to cup Malleus' cheeks with your hands, smiling at him brightly. "I don't think this could be a dream," you retorted with an amused chortle escaping your lips.

Malleus nuzzled his nose into your hands, distantly muttering, "Maybe it's a really vivid dream, then."

You quirked an eyebrow while breaking out into laughter that left him confused. "Malleus, you idiot!" you exclaimed as your stomach rumbled with laughter, especially when he shot you a questioning gaze. After having calmed down again, you leant forward and pressed your lips against his to capture them in a brief kiss, one that was so quick that his mind wasn't able to even recognise at first. You pulled away again, grinning at him widely. "This is not a dream!"

The dumbfounded expression on his face was quickly replaced by a satisfied one, although he was quite the greedy one with how he pulled you right in for another one. You quickly came to reciprocate his affections, giggling right into the kisses you shared. Malleus was the first one to pull away again, muttering, "Alright, I'm convinced now." You flashed him an amused smile, about to distance yourself from him again; yet, he quickly pulled you into his arms to keep you ensnared in his arms there. "So you'll really be my mate?"

Nodding and laughing, you nuzzled right into his embrace. "I gladly accept, Malleus."

I love how you draw Kalim so adorably Elmo-like! The boy’s in a perpetual state of (´⊙ω⊙`) and honestly I’m here for it

So I actually got a couple people saying Kalim looked like Elmo so uh

I couldn't help myself

Also as an added bonus

Potatoes Are Awesome 🥔✨

Feat. Epel Felmier

Epel doesn’t like the way Vil treats his partner. Luckily for him, Yuu is about to end this man’s whole career.

They/them pronouns for reader. MC is referred to as Yuu.

Likes and reblogs are heavily appreciated

Epel already feels dread when he sees Vil approaching the table. One lunch. He just wants to have one good, uninterrupted lunch with Yuu. Vil never has anything nice to say about them just because they don’t worry about their physical appearance like the blond bastard does. It isn’t fair. Epel thinks his Yuu is beautiful just the way they are… He braces for impact when Vil is standing before them, arms folded.

“Epel, you were due back at the dorm thirty minutes ago for touch-ups! You were just in gym class were you not? Look at the state you’re in, students of Pomefiore must not dirty their appearance!”

That was true… Epel’s hair did get a little messier during flight practice. Plus he wiped most of his make-up off when he was sweating.

“What do you mean? He looks handsome as always!” Yuu said. Epel blushed softly.

Vil scoffed, a mean smirk on his face. “Of course a little potato like you can’t understand proper beauty.”

“Oh… thank you!”

Another scoff, this one followed by a small laugh. “I wasn’t exactly complimenting you, dear.”

“Well, why shouldn’t I take it as a compliment? Potatoes are awesome! They’re easy to cook with and they’re essential to like half the tastiest foods ever made! French fries, chips, mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, hash browns, oooh and gotcha pork roast!”

“Wh… what is a gotcha pork roast—?”

“Not to mention the fiber!” Yuu cut Vil off. “Potatoes are great for weight loss because they fill you up easily. And of course they can prevent heart disease and they’re full of antioxidants and vitamins! Yeah, potatoes are like the best thing ever. But you know my absolute favorite thing about them?”

Epel was curious to where this was going. Especially considering the fact Yuu had been loading the mashed potatoes from their plate onto their spoon. Vil, still caught off guard by the conversation and getting impatient, shook his head and sighed, folding his arms.

“What would that be, spudling?”

An evil grin creeped on Yuu’s face.

“No matter what form potatoes are in… they’re great for getting rid of your ENEMIES!”

And just like that, Yuu held up their spoon, pulled it back like a catapult and sent a huge blob of mashed potatoes right into Vil’s face. Epel had to force both his hands over his mouth when his housewarden screeched out loud, frantically shaking his head. Naturally this caught the attention of almost the entire cafeteria so, before things could escalate, Epel grabbed Yuu’s hand and pulled them to run out of the cafeteria.

“You HEATHEN! There’s potatoes in my hair!! Where did they go?! I’m going to kill them!” Vil could be heard screaming.

Epel and Yuu didn’t stop running until they were in the safety of the woods outside the school. It was there they both collapse under a tree in laughter, still holding hands.

“I can’t believe you did that!” Epel exclaimed through laughs. “He was madder than a wet hen! I swear he would’a killed the both of us had we stayed longer!”

“Oh come on, I’ve been dying to do that since day one!”

“Wait, is that why you’ve been eating potatoes all week?”

“He’s just lucky it was mashed potatoes today. I totally would’ve thrown a straight up raw potato at his head.”

“Oh, bless your heart!” Epel laughed again, leaning over to deliver a quick kiss to Yuu’s forehead. He lingered for a second, smiling at his partner’s happy face before shyly kissing their lips. Yuu kissed back, giggling at the blush on Epel’s face when he pulled away.

“You sure are somethin’, doll.”

“I like your accent, Eppy.” They smiled.

“I know… I wish Vil was the same. That guy is such a pompous bastard.”

Yuu moved so they were laying their head in Epel’s lap. “Eh, fuck him. If he bullies you again, I’m gonna bury him in potatoes! And then we’ll make some fries!”

Epel laughed again, rubbing a hand through Yuu’s hair and smiling fondly at them. They had a few leaves in their hair. They were beautiful.

“That sounds awesome, sugar.”

{Leona Kingscholar x gn/MC}

“Don’t bark, my king”

Tags: dom, brat, bite, really soft violence, teasing…

After some evil siblings let Grim and you to rust in the cold, Jack offers you the opportunity to spend the night in Savanaclaw, a warm bed awaits for you hopefully?

Leona: “definetly no”.

MC: “how can you be so heartless? We helped you before”.

Leona: “I wouldn’t call that help and that cat can sleep with Ruggie for all I care but I won’t allow humans here”.

You didn’t understand from where this imminent discrimination came from, after all, he has never shown it to you. What’s his deal?, you wonder. As the number one stubborn person in the planet you would not give up yet. You shut the door and heard his groan in disapproval.

Leona: “what have I just said, child?”. He approached menacingly in a slow peace that gave you the chills. You knew you were walking on thin ice. You took one of the sleeping bags Ruggie showed you before and put it in front of him, somehow it also was a barrier.

MC: “see, there’s floor enough for me to sleep on. Just let me stay”. At this point you could only beg. The moon bathed his back giving him a dark atmosphere. The moonlight was bordering his hair making it look thinner, his shoulders bulkier, his arms stuffer and his eyes brighter. Then, he oppened his mouth revealing his white fangs in a mischievous grin.

In a split of second the sleeping bag you were holding fell to the ground totally ruined by three long claw marks, which let out all the feathers it contained.

Leona: “pity, you can’t sleep on the floor anymore”.

That somehow turn up your brat switch. You jumped straight to his bed falling in the middle. His expression was priceless.

MC: “if I can’t sleep on the floor then I’ll have to use the bed”. You said sarcastically kissing one of the feathers that flew next to you.

You were ready to get a kick off the room, but something was off. You couldn’t see Leona’s face due to the sudden darkness, but he was death quiet.

MC: “Leona? Are you all right? It was a joke, I’ll get off now”.

He stepped to the end of the bed and crawl his way on all four till he faced you.

MC: “Leona?”

When the moonlight appeared again you could see his face clearly. His eyes were glowing, his mouth mid open showing his fangs as he grasped air desperately. The most curious thing was that his cheeks were red. Definetly, not the expression you thought he would give you. Even though he was heavily looking at you it didn’t feel like he was a menace.

Leona: “you had to be so stupid right?”. He grabbed the sheets next to your head in his fist. “Do you know what this mean?” He said as he pressed his lower parts against yours. You jolt slightly when you felt how hard he was.

MC: “you are in heat?” The answer was obvious but you couldn’t escape your oblivious nature.

He grinned and low his head till he was desperately breathing next to your ear.

Leona: “no, I just want to ravage you so bad you would never leave this room if I don’t order so”. He whispered in a croaky voice.

MC: “don’t bark, my king”.

Leona’s heart skipped a beat after hearing you call him by his most desired title, king. You knew this weak point of his and couldn’t resist to use it repeatedly while kissing his cheek.

Leona: “stupid child… Stop it or I’m gonna lose my patience”.

MC: “didn’t know you have that”.

Tired of your comebacks he turned you face down on the bed and left you facing the shattered sheets he grabbed before. At the same time, he took you by the neck and pressed you down the bed. Hate to break it to you, but you couldn’t move. His weight was pressing your lower back while his hand made sure you couldnt lift your head.

You felt one finger move from your nape to the end of your back, making his way inside your shirt and returning to the starting point, leaving your back in plain view. He enjoyed watching you twitch by the cold breeze softly caressing your back. But your twitches stopped abruptly when you noticed his hair laying down as his wet lips left a gentle kiss in the middle of your back.

Nonetheless, in an instant his fangs were tearing your skin, while his lips and tongue sucked the surrounding area. When he finished his work he groaned as he contemplated the results.

Leona: “enough of being nice, you entered the lion’s den”.

—to continue?

[thanks to my friend Moon who gave me this scenario idea]