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FUCK YOU I CRIED AGAIN WITH AZUL AFTER I CRIED OVER MY OWN ANGST WRITING OC X BLADE 😭

# when you don't like them back !

TO. riddle, leona, azul, kalim.

c/w: vague mention of alcohol dependency

my thoughts will echo your name

until i see you again.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS.

riddle rosehearts is a man who does not possess a weak heart. he's someone who's learned the hard way through laborious tasks, a pious student who's vigorous enough to use up all the remaining ink in each and every pen he owns. but use do they all add up to when they're just a faulty, forfeitable protection against your transcendent beauty?

you tore down his walls, stepped into the craven parts of his heart, and became the spring to his winter. and all of that affection that stormed in his head multiplies tenfold when he catches a glimpse at your fleeing figure, illuminated by the flickering hallway lights that shone down on every strand of hair, every footprint left behind, and the sparkle that glimmered in your eyes that makes his heart stop and stare.

he thinks—and thinks, but he doesn't understand how he thinks the world of such trifle actions that sets his heart aflutter. he clutches his chest, achingly, to put a stop to his heartbeat that only resounded through the wounded walls of his body just, and only for you.

the adoration that pines for your touch on his skin, your fingertips padding along the sides of his jawline, all so close yet so far. the painfully horrific confines of his heart that encloses his utopian memories with you, ones where the golden hour that lays onto the horizon of the earth as it disseminates its glory at such right times its uncanny—like you're some other being apart from him.

but god, has he always stooped this low?

what happened to the different monographs regularly bounded beyond the protection of his hands, why are they strewn all over the ground and looked like it's been violently mauled by some beast? why is the lamp on the floor, that god damned clock broken—fragments of glass protruding out from the carpet and all?

he's losing it, and he knows. mother has never taught me any of this, so why—what am i doing now? just then, his eyes meet a stranded shard of glass. his reflection staring back at him, and he starts to sob.

it's useless, everything. no matter how smart he gets, your presence always crawls to haunt him back. he tries to recollect, but it's been long since he was ever vulnerable around anyone. and queen forbid—the sugar cubes he so much treasures doesn't taste as sweet anymore.

in spite of everything, he doesn't let his grades falter. he still consumes the same meals daily, and he continues to act as heartslabyul's destined housewarden, for the betterment of himself and his dorm. but the words 'of himself' sounds vacant, as if they don't mean anything if you aren't there for him, to cloak him in your warmth. and truthfully, he feels bad for his helpless outbursts that are powerful enough to bring even the devil to his knees.

he finally found someone he could have fun with, who he could break the rules for. who he was able to fulfill his lifelong wishes with without the nosy eyes of his mother. did they mean nothing to you, in fact?

nevermind, it's time to stop this useless dawdling and get up to start the day right. another day of being riddle rosehearts, another day of never being good enough.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR.

he's inebriated in the way you trace the scar around his eye at the crack of dawn, eyes of emerald that fall shut as you make the jagged margins of his life glisten with fervour. being in a relationship was certainly not on his 2023 bingo card.

he's expressed his solid condemnation into having a significant other—'having the hots for someone', as they say, and it's as clear-cut as it is. the thought of being in one sends a rush of bile bubbling up his throat, pushing him to double-over and let it all out. he can't imagine committing and spending a future with someone, no matter how high their royal status is. he finds the decisions dependent in the name of hierarchy nothing more than mind screwing.

and you proved him right. proved him so right that his heart swells with drunken affection which numbed at the tip of his tongue that usually rolled out grimy remarks. you heal him—like vinegar to rust. regardless of how big of a crowd he has, how many brilliant trinkets he was gifted, they'll all pale in comparison to the time he spends with you.

smudged lipstick marks and tousled bedheads has him feeling new, like his faith has been restored and crystallised into something precious—as his hands desperately grasp on to the remaining shreds of his life that he bled for.

but he never expected himself out of all people to descend into the pit of delusion, an immersive dimension that he thought he was immune to. but he's a human with—emotions, after all.

he woke up at the call of daylight, noticing the message on his phone that emerged from nothing into something as quick as he could tell. and it wasn't about his studies—or his family—or whether he had a good rest the previous night. and certainly not a 'good morning' either. your message seemed...too long to be just that.

"just asking...will you be able to get me with ruggie somewhere by the end of this week? i want to tell him something."

his reaction isn't timely, in fact—he leaves it on read for a while to brood over his morning happenings before his expression morphs into something morose. and because of you...?

and as quick as dandelion seeds whirling away, the lion-and-hyena tandem he held so dear to his heart loses its face on the earth. and he can't say that losing multiple people at once was a first.

cheka frets, and falena has to cover his eyes just in time for him as he gives leona a once-over before admonishing the younger with heated disapproval. "what has gotten into you?"

"yeah, yeah. run away." he flicks a hand his direction, and uncorks another labelled bottle once again. if he can't have you—or anything at all, then he'll feed and feed on your tears until they become his own.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO.

one exchanged smile with him, and you paint his world in a myriad of colours he had yet to see down the darkened expanse of the sea.

you lay his incremental need for approval to rest behind the crevices of his mind, your flawless touches of sparkles that has him feeling like a person who could take on the entire world with their bare hands. and he's devoted—if money means something, you mean millions. if the sky looked too bright for a midnight sight, he'd gladly pluck you out of the billions that dared to shine brighter than you.

he frankly held no opposition to how cheap you may have lived—he'll favour you a job at the lounge as a lounge singer, listening with passionate awe in his eyes as you coat the grounds in layers and layers of euphoria while holding your microphone with a heartfelt grip that captures the hearts of people nearby.

he sees the way you pace back and forth before your weekly gigs on the stage, wringing your hands like how you do in class as you get called up to unveil your conglomerate of ideas, readying yourself for the work and business life. azul has to contain himself before his chuckles dominated the backstage, silly as you may seem. he slowly saunters over to rub his hands up and down your forearm.

"thank you," you beam at him, and tighten your grip on the microphone, like he'd just stabbed a yearslong of confidence straight into your deepest weaknesses.

you're grateful, and you can't wait to finally sing your heart out to the person that saved you through countless sleepless nights where the moon looked like it was about to drop at any moment. he's your salvation—a source of light when you were at your lowest.

you climb up the stage, and sit on the designated stool azul had acquired just for you. every night, day, weeks—he looks forward to the mellow sound of your voice to come mend his trembling spirit, as if he's a pathetic child once again that carved the initials of his enemies onto the sea sand. though, he doesn't miss the faded glint in your eyes being directed towards the crowd, possibly at someone, like passing letters in secrecy.

he arrives at his table along the twins, and waits for you to start.

you giggle, and adjust the microphone until it's in close contact with your lips. "this is for you, jamil."

azul's lost throughout the entire performance. he can feel his glasses starting to slip off, and why does your voice sound a bit off? he hears it, love, forever, the words jumbled up in a single song that brings an ear-splitting sound of ringing up and about in his ears until it shuts out everything else, missing jade's furrowed eyebrows and worried persuasions to take him to the bathroom.

soon after, you hear the indistinct sound of chair legs scrapping across the ground and hurried footsteps reverberating off the walls. he wonders how long it's been since he's made a fool of himself in front of everyone?

he turns the deadbolt to the nearest restroom, slams the door shut, and lunges his body forward towards a sink. it's not long until he hears the door bursting open, before his vision of the sink bleeds into inky, pitch black darkness.

KALIM AL-ASIM.

"hey, hey, you up?" he'd shake your shoulder until you were wide awake, resplendent eyes of vermilion that shone behind silvery streams of moonlight, rivalling each other as if it were ruby and sapphire.

you weren't sold on the idea of a late night escapade at first—given the fact that there was school the very next morning. if your time anxiety wasn't a mountain of a task to get over, you'd interlock your hands with him in an instant with tender-hearted laughter encompassing the area, like two fated runaways who were bound together by the everlasting strings of love. kalim holds these moments close to his heart, as if it's his own treasure trove that nobody could ever get close to opening.

kalim wasn't even aware of the feelings he caught for you until jamil actually took him through a quick rundown of things—for example, how he notices the slight twitch of kalim's hand that ached for the warmth of yours. how he always views you through rose-tinted lens which filled a certain part of his heart that he didn't know that he wanted to fill. he knew there was something deep down that he was missing, through childhood and his teenage years of living with a silver spoon in his mouth.

and you sprinkled him in stardust. he's grateful for all the days where he gets to feel the sun's rays from heaven that hovered over his body that reminds him of your smile that he's so keen to protect. it just tells him that if he gets to live to see the next day, that means he'd get to see you. you make his entire being soar like no other.

despite the provocative whispers that run like water down the hallways due to his upbringing, you still manage to spend time with that airhead that you wish you could love back.

a few people knew he was a lost cause, so who were you to interfere?

you keep telling—convincing yourself that it was his fault that he got attached too quickly. but you can't help but feel a sense of foreboding at the back of your mind as you scrawl down your confession for another being in hot red.

"don't come crying to me when things don't go the way you planned. i've warned you." jamil is there to watch him as kalim scrambles to take out his bouquet of roses that he hid so "skillfully" without you knowing from his locker just in time for valentines day, along with a hand-written letter that he adorned so carefully in hearts.

he had a feeling that you were about to arrive to your next class somewhere about now. but someone else was your priority while you were his. what were the odds?

"don't worry, they'll like it!" and he jogs up to you once he sees you ambling down the—crowded halls. jamil tries to hold him back, but alas.

there's something weird going on with your face. you whisper to yourself to not cringe at the confession that he prepared and presented so widely out in the open, the loving lilt in his voice that continues to strike your heart with hard, unceasing blows. this can't be happening, you should have never spent so much time with him.

you hurriedly push him out of the way and bolt to the nearest class you could find, and he stood there, appalled out of his mind. everything happened in a mere second that the people surrounding the two of you had to process what just happened.

and the whispers overflow like a forgotten tap once again. some laughing and whispering that 'pure-hearted people such as him should've never gotten his hopes up'. or 'what time does he have to focus on love when he'll continue to bomb the next set of upcoming exams?'

and kalim has nothing to say. weird, aren't rodeo clowns supposed to be on old thing by now?

#— 🖤︰Moots #— 🖤︰Shrimp’s Rambles #PLS NOT ME WRITING MY OC DIED IN BLADE’S ARM AND CRIED REREADING THE STORY #THEN YOU FUCKING APPEAR WHEN I JUST OPEN TUMBLR TODAY #I CRIED AGAIN CUS MY PRECIOUS BB AZUL 😭#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst riddle x reader #twst leona x reader #twst azul x reader #twst kalim x reader #twisted wonderland

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shrimp-anon · 9 months

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Blade Headcanon~

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GN!Reader | Blade x Reader

Cw — Just fluff with Blade~ and slight Suggestive 👀 Bot proofread

A.Note — Just one content of Blade…. I need more blade fics and hcs….. Yes im down so bad for Blade.. CUS DAYUM HE LOOK SO 😩🫶

He's an extremely observant person; he reads you like an open book. He knows a lot about you: your hobbies, favorite foods, likes and dislikes, and what you do in your free time.

Before you even get into a relationship, he’s quite protective of you; literally, if some stranger approaches you and talks, he will watch you from a distance. If he sees a sign of your discomfort, he’ll walk towards you, his hand in your waist pulling you towards him, and glare at the stranger.

If you still feel discomfort after that, Blade going to drag you to the expensive restaurant, and it’s his treat, whether you like it or not. Or take a walk with you to the garden he found; surely it’ll calm you after that event. (Don’t ask about how he knows the place— wink wink)

When you both got into a relationship, he didn’t really like showing PDA, but he would put his hand on your waist, shoulder, back, and hold your hand. He will let you hug in public as long as it is not in front of the other Stellaron Hunters. Especially Kafka… Blade doesn’t want to be bothered and teased by Kafka.

Blade might seem like he's not really bothered when your friends talk to you, but really... If your friend starts flirting and touches your shoulder, he would be jealous, just like he wouldn’t hesitate to kiss you hard in front of your friend while shooting daggers at them.

After you guys went back to your house or hotel, he pinned you on the wall after you locked the door. He will kiss you breathless. His kisses of jealousy are rough and harsh, but not enough to hurt you completely.

This man will pick you up and go to your bed, literally throwing you on the bed as he towers over you. Start undoing the button on your neck and collarbone; literally, start kissing around your shoulder and neck before he gives you many hickeys. Especially one below the jaw, it’ll be hard to hide because Blade wants to show everyone that you’re his.

He’s going to be all smug when he sees his artwork on your neck and shoulder, whereas you, on the other hand, were flustered red. (literally me)

His cuddles are so comforting; they literally make you feel secure and protected, and lawd if he’s shirtless and pulls your head close towards his collarbone, Bye, I’m already in my grave.

Kafka would often make flirty remarks towards you and hold your hands; she’s amused by how Blade glares at her when he pulls you closer to him by his hand on your waist.

#icymi

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