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merotwst · 1 year

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DRAGGED MY FEET RIGHT DOWN THE ISLE !

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⇝stuck in a failing and/or loveless marriage with them.

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{ - - - → tw. angst. cheating, alcohol, arguments, aggression, mention of children on kalim's part, gaslighting, mentions of divorce, unhappiness and basically anything u would associate with marriages that just aren't working out exdee. just sad vibes here so stick around if ure in the mood to cry </3 }

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riddle rosehearts ‹ heartslabyul ›

he sat behind his desk, rubbing his temples in exhaustion. but despite the lingering tiredness of the day, you would think riddle would be ready to head himself to bed and get some proper rest, right? wrong. he feels like a man being sent off to war.

he'd have much rather spent the night in his office with a blanket and a pillow on the couch. the neck pain would be an easier form of misery to endure than having to spend an hour in a room with tension he often compares to a sinking ship with no lifeboats.

it almost seemed like you lived in separate worlds. he worked, you did whatever it is a dutiful partner does. only you did it far, far away. to your parties you went and talked to your friends, to his meetings he went and shared some good brandy with his own company. you both come home and head to your own separate chambers.

when you're out together you put on a good display of affections for everyone to see. holding hands, kissing each other on the cheek, smiling as if it were all just you against the world. how suffocating.

but behind the facade is an empty world. an empty house. empty hearts. just the clinking of sliver ware on the quiet dinner table sitting eight feet away from each other on both ends. silence was the only way to keep yourselves afloat. distance was your own form of a makeshift lifeboat because your vows at the altar were your own ways of saying it was ‘every man for himself’.

you were two strangers forced to live under the same roof.

and if it were not for his mother trying to salvage your miserable marriage—the marriage of her own engineering—by getting you both to sleep in the same room together, he would have been perfectly content with that dull, dreary, miserable lifestyle. the lifestyle once again, enforced onto him by his beloved mother.

the redhead leaned forward from his leather chair. a breath through his nose, exhaling through his mouth. his hand reached for the whiskey on the table and took one last sip before standing up, mentally hoping you were out to a party with your insufferable company of people. because if not, it's going to be another long night of sad, silent agony in a king sized bed—a sinking ship with no lifeboats.

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leona kingscholar ‹ savanaclaw ›

“open this door right now, [name]! stop acting like a damn brat!”

as the prince yells out that last word he pounds on the door more aggressively than he initially did. it echoed across the halls. the sounds reverberate and bounce back to reach his ears reminding him of the torment of his existence. all his efforts, efforts he never wanted to exert, all come in for naught. this always happens to him. this was the bane of his existence. falena gets the light shone in his face and the cheers and acknowledgement of everyone around him, he gets to pound on a door trying to get his partner to come out of their bathroom because they are late to the party where it was essential they should attend.

‘it takes two to tango’, they say. how does one dance when the other party can't even sit down for one second and look you in the eye without making you feel like you're the biggest burden to have ever arrived in his life? how does one cope with the resentment that's so evidently there? the contempt held for you when you enter a room together and he immediately drops your hand the second everyone starts looking away? you aren't his partner. you are nothing but a prop to him. to get his family off his back. he couldn't even do as much as acknowledge you whenever you entered your chambers alone.

people surround you day after day but you've never felt more alone in your life.

and as leona banged and screamed and twisted the knob the way he twisted your heart up and squeezed it dry, you pulled your knees close to your chest. biting your quivering lower lip till the metallic taste of blood filled your senses.

the light from the open door illuminates the room. your comfortable corner in the bathroom invaded by the lion's dominating presence. and as he watched you, gripping the fabric of your attire like it was your only other anchor to sanity, you felt him soften. ever so slightly, his shoulders eased up. his eyebrows raised a little from their initial cross direction and his eyes showed a hint of melancholy—no... pity. his shadow loomed over your curled up form, cast from the light outside that only reached you and him.

he did not do anything else. he just slightly clutched the key he held in his hands that he used to open the door a little tighter. he watched you for a moment, as if he were observing a small animal being cornered by a predator. silence enveloped the room only broken by your occasional pathetic sniffle and sob. he then turned on his heels.

“change your clothes, they're all wrinkly now. we leave in ten minutes.”

he closed the door to the room and the darkness enveloped you once more.

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azul ashengrotto ‹ octavinelle ›

the vase shattered as it hit the wall barely missing your husband's head. all the jewelry on your dresser tossed and strewn all across the floor. the clothes, the shoes and all the other vain things he'd given you as a consolation for never being home, never being available, never being a husband.

the thing about azul was that he could be a good actor whenever he wanted to be. it's essential for a businessman to know when to play a poker face, when to seem interested or whatnot. he'd mentioned that in passing back then when he would actually talk to you before you were married but now you forget the details. now that you think about it, back then he must have been acting, too. to gain your affections. to make you fall in love with him. so he can achieve his own greedy little goals. you look over at him and can't help a bitter laugh escape your throat.

he gave you a sharp look, “what is it that you find so humorous in this situation, darling?” the businessman asked in a mocking voice, “finally gone mad, have we?”

you turn to him, a small, resentful grin on your face, “oh honey you know i'm always mad for you!” you scream the last part as you hurled one of your favorite shoes at him. your husband was quick to evade this causing it to fly directly to one of your bedroom lamps. the two items fell to the floor with a clatter and smash. the sound of breaking glass mirrored your breaking heart.

azul opened his mouth, a string of insults flowing from his tongue so freely and you mirrored this by shooting your own painful words at his direction. the mingling angry voices bounced across the four walls of the room.

this was not the life you envisioned with him. where was the sweet, suave man that held your hand so gently and softly as he brought you to dinner? where was the kind, generous soul and took a short portion of his day to see you and personally deliver his flowers to you? where was the funny, charismatic person that charmed your family so much they were practically begging you to marry him? where was the husband that vowed to love and to cherish you at the altar?

that man was replaced by the empty space on your bed, the flowers delivered to you by random people you didn't know, the shoes and clothes and other ridiculous things he probably doesn't even pick out himself. and you would sit alone at your home, in front of a full sized mirror that reflected your pathetic state by showing you the tears that streamed down your face night after night that azul spent on his stupid company. the company which you made possible for him by marrying him. what a fool you are.

objects flew, tears shed, hearts broken.

but the saddest of all is that each and every one these things only seem to come from your side of the room and not his.

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kalim al-asim ‹ scarabia ›

you sat in your bedroom, watching the seconds tick by. the clock's hands showed it was two in the morning. normally you would expect a married couple to be in bed together asleep at this hour, but not for you. these days, it seemed to be a somewhat better though. as of late, he was usually out because of the hectic pressures of being head of the family and jamil would attest to this fact.

he'd promised you he wouldn't see her anymore. you wanted to make it work. you begged him to try to make it work with you—even if only for the children. and he agreed. and somehow, this sparked some home in your bitter situation. and that made it bearable for you.

you sat, then stood, then paced, then sat again. restless energy built up in your body thinking of what to say to him when he comes through the door. things were looking up and you wanted to help him relax after another very stretched out day. it's the least you can do for him. after all, no matter what the situation, kalim was always kind to you. he always made you feel like you mattered and listened and made you feel valid. you are essentially the parent to his children and so he made sure he was treating you well to an extent.

but that... that just isn't enough. you're his partner. you needed to feel like his partner. someone he could turn to, someone he could talk to, someone he could run to whenever things got bad. but kalim always kept you at arm's length. he was your husband but he could never completely be a husband.

because he did not love you.

he loved—loves her.

it shows on his disheveled hair. it shows on the perfume that you smell on his clothes. it shows on the lipstick stains on his neck. it shows on the look of shock on his face when he sees you awake. waiting. disappointed.

your twiddling fingers drop to your sides the same way your heart dropped and shattered on the floor. the exhaustion evident on your features when you sit down heavily on the soft cushions of the sofa.

“[name]... i... i thought you were asleep...” kalim sputtered out. he sounded like a child who was just caught snooping around the kitchen late at night.

if only it were as simple as stealing cookies from the kitchen cupboard at two-thirty.

“and i thought we were trying, kalim,” you replied flatly.

he didn't respond. you didn't want to stay. you couldn't. so you stood up and looked him straight in the eye—they looked guilty. and... they feel sorry for you. you hated it.

you turned around, not giving him time to finish whatever ‘explanation’ he had come up with again. you couldn't bear it. you refuse to cry for him—not anymore. you're exhausted and you couldn't bear to be inside that suffocating room with him any longer.

“i'll sleep with the children tonight.” you say before heading to the door leaving your husband and your broken heart along with him.

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vil schoenheit ‹ pomefiore ›

‘there's no business like show business!’

this is true for the most part. it has its ups and downs but vil personally never had much of a say in the matter of whether he would be in the public eye or not. all his life he'd been under the spotlight. the blinding flashes of the cameras, the bright lights of the stage, the softboxes and umbrellas that would make any normal person squint and and turn away don't even make him flinch. but that's not to say it wasn't exhausting.

of course that was the small price to pay for a profession such as vil's. he has made the many greater sacrifices to get where he is in life. and although people who don't live the lifestyle he had would feel the intimidation of the showbiz world, he was surprised you didn't seem like it bothered you much at all.

the people of twisted wonderland adored you when you both started dating. it all seemed like a perfect fairy tale whenever they saw you and vil liked that. of course they weren't really far off. at the beginning it did seem like a fairy tale. you were perfect and even to himself it felt too good to be true.

and sure enough, it was.

majority of your dating life with vil was private but later down the line, after you got married, you both became more public about it. posting more pictures, going out together, attending events.

headlines of ‘the perfect couple’ turn into ‘the luckiest man alive’(referring to vil), to ‘[name]! the real star of the show’.

wherever vil went, people would ask for you. even in movie interviews meant for him—starring him. they were looking for you. they wanted you. they, “only really came because we thought [name] would be here!” in events where he was supposed to be the main attraction.

it's always you, you, you.

and at first he didn't mind. he was proud to have you as his partner. he even did feel like he was the happiest man alive for a while. but the more people asked for you, the more he felt the disappointment and sadness morph into something more bitter. his years and years of endless hard work and silent suffering against neige all came crashing back down in a repeating dance of fighting for acknowledgement. to be recognized as himself. and he thought he was finally over all that. working twice as hard and feeling—being overlooked. but you... he knows you don't do it on purpose. it's not your fault you're so easy to love. vil knows you would never purposefully overshadow him but whenever he sees you in the red carpet waving and smiling at the crowds all cheering and chanting your name like you were some sort of otherworldly being, he couldn't compete.

the way they all run to you without even so much as acknowledging his presence beside you felt the same as getting thrown tomatoes at and booed to him. and he remembers he was even booed at some point for not bringing you along on a public trip!

he didn't know when the sadness fully morphed into bitter resentment but whenever you were alone he found himself criticizing your every move. his subtle, snide remarks of your (perfectly well) clothes turned into full on insults. sometimes he would even guilt you into not attending events you were exclusively invited to.

and he knows you would never betray him. so you take it all quietly. you knew leaving vil would only villanize him more in the public eye. no matter what, he was still your husband and you made a sacred promise on the altar.

you both smile for the cameras in public, the mirage of the most perfect couple to be advertised to the whole of twisted wonderland. but behind closed doors are the heated arguments, the endless screaming, the nights you spent alone in your once lovely home curled up in bed.

your husband might have loved you once, and this hurts him just as much to admit—but vil can never love you again in circumstances like this. but you're both given no choice but to bear it.

there really is no business like show business.

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idia shroud ‹ ignihyde ›

there is no doubt idia shroud is a clever man. he’s a genius in more ways than one. he knows how to stand out in his own. he knows how to turn a situation in his favor and this isn’t just because of his years and years of experience in strategy games or looking for ways to try and escape social situations he hates so much, but also because he’s just a master at running away from situations.

the only situation people thought he could never escape from was standing with you at the altar. the “most horrifying” day of his life.

to think a hermit shut-in nobody like him would find himself in a lifelong commitment with someone is just absurd. but here you are in your miserable state of trying to get him to get out of his room. constantly bugging him to spend time with you—he’s already married you! is that not enough?

idia shroud is a clever man. he’s a genius in more ways than one. he knows how to turn a situation in his favor. and he’s spent enough time with you to know exactly how to break you without getting his hands dirty.

he finds himself buying a different house, far from where you are. under the guise of working better with no distractions. lies of saying he would call but never did.

endless nights of you pacing your room, phone to your ear hearing the ringing over and over and over again.

it just kept ringing and ringing and you wanted it to stop. you needed it to stop. you needed an answer.

and when the other line of your connection was the sound of company—of a companion—who was willing to give you the attention you deserved from such a cruel life, idia finally shows himself.

idia shroud is a clever man. he’s a genius in more ways than one. he knows how to turn a situation in his favor. and he’s always known how to win a game. you've fallen into his trap. he has the receipts of your conversations with the other person you were seeing, the photographs, the evidence. and as he slid the piece of paper and pen towards you on the other side of the table, a cocky grin on his face feeling like he'd finally got exactly what he wanted, he caught a glimpse of your sadness.

your melancholy in the way you picked up the pen and read through the divorce papers of his orchestrating. idia felt a tsunami of guilt wash him away as the sight of all the pain he caused you was so vividly clear to him now. but instead of signing, you drew a line across the piece of paper that was his path to ‘freedom’. and what idia saw that replaced the sadness in you was anger. resentment. betrayal of the worst kind.

there is no doubt india shroud s a clever man. he’s a genius in more ways than one.

but he is also a fool to think you were going to take all these hits lying down.

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malleus draconia ‹ diasomnia ›

people had given you a heads up before you got married that malleus draconia was a serious man.

he married you, sure, but you didn't know what you expected out of this marriage. after all, a marriage arranged by two families didn't really promise much on the love department and your made peace with that.

but you didn't expect the lack of affection to be in this extent.

he wouldn't touch you, let alone even look you in the eye. malleus was constantly busy in his study or going out to attending other formal gatherings. The only times he would come around to spending a portion of his day with you was during dinner. and they were long, painfully quiet dinners.

he had a duty as the prince of briar valley, after all. but you understood that. but sometimes you lie around your empty bedroom thinking about how your life could have been so much more better. the agonizing silence, the awkward touches, the forced smiles. it all felt so terribly depressing.

surely your husband could at least pretend to be comfortable when he's spending the day around you. but somehow it's always just some form of... indifference. whenever you would show small forms of affection like touching his hand or giving him a kiss, he would just stand there, not returning. not reflecting the same amount of affections as you did with him.

and of course you tried your best to make it better. consulting those closest to him to you try to understand him whenever he talked about things he was interested in. you tried to show support on his projects and his interests. you even tried to get invested into the gargoyles and architecture he so dearly loved and finally you thought it worked.

the occasional invite to tea, the small acknowledgements, the small talks about the things he liked. you felt like all your hard work started to pay off.

but when you made your way through the long corridors of the castle with a box of something special in your hands picked especially for the prince one afternoon, your feet came to a halt in front of the mahogany double doors of his study.

two voices—muffled by the barrier between you and the people in the room but it was enough to hear the all important parts of the conversation.

“it all is such a pain, lilia,” he said, “they're constantly trying to catch ny attention. to show me affection. but it all just feels so... miserable.

“i have tried to take your advice. to be more open and responsive to their advances but it just doesn't work. i cannot love them the way they want me to.”

the conversation goes on but you could no longer listen. the ringing in your ears were far louder drowning out any other sound around you.

you made your way back to your chambers silently slipping away.

that night malleus asked about the present left in front of his study and you only sighed softly in response

“it's simply my misery, sir.”.

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cvlutos · 1 year

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♡ OCTOTRIO | ENDING DEALS | ANGST

How do we explain this in a way that won't hurt you. Well, we know that, that exact outcome is plausible, no matter what I say you will always feel some kind of way. Hurt. Mad. Angry. Sad. It doesn’t matter to me in the end, though I want to remain on good terms. In case I ever need you. Which is a low probability, but one can never be too careful.

We don't wanna make you feel bad.

Nor offend you.

It's just—You're not the most interesting. Your humor, lacks and just the things you enjoy. It isn't for us. Even with that mask of yours, hiding away at of that instability, hiding away how you truly want to act, cause well—no one would find you enjoyable if you were really you. Maybe for a sort while, but then it because the same old, same old. You aren’t unique.

You're boring.

A shame really.

Don't take offense. You know these things. You know that you’re quite unlikeable. With faux kindness and sweet words. People think you’re too kind, to earnest. Others think your mean, a liar, and who is to truly say. Yet I cant possibly use you for anything. My friends—colleagues—they have purpose. Meaning.

And you have nonee~

Please do not be offended, it's merely the truth.

Yes. The truth. It's the truth. And unlike you, I value being truthful to who I am. I truly don't see the purpose of continuing our friendship. I have nothing to gain. It’s quite unfortunate, but that is the way of life, the way of business.

And you know how important business is!

We can't let anyone get in the way of business.

The twins are right. You get in the way. You take up valuable space. Space I need and you're taking up. I've tried to be patient and understand. I played my role of charismatic friend, I played the role of the good-hearted merchant. Yet.

We're boredddd, shrimpyyyyy~~~~~

This game has grown quite stale.

Stale. Yes, the perfect word. You've grown old. And no one wants old toys. I'm sure you understand.

#t.manor.drabbles #azul ashengrotto angst #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #Azul ashengrotto x reader #azul angst #jade leech #floyd leech #jade leech angst #floyd leech angst #twst angst #twst #twisted Wonderland #twisted wonderland angst

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sinofthesloth · 9 months

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𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕖

“This is was just a game to me, and you were just the gasoline.”

Cw: Angst. (I’m bad at gauging how heavy it is so just read with that in mind.)

Synopsis: You thought they liked you back. How stupid can you truly be?

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 𝙁𝙩. 𝘼𝙯𝙪𝙡, 𝙍𝙤𝙤𝙠, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄𝙙𝙞𝙖 ♥

.*•.¸♡ ä̤z̤̈ṳ̈l̤̈ ä̤s̤̈ḧ̤ë̤n̤̈g̤̈r̤̈ö̤ẗ̤ẗ̤ö̤ ♡¸.•*.

“Are you really that blind?”

Azul had a future plan and refused to let anything get in the way of that. You just weren’t something he saw himself needing

You had confessed to him in the privacy of the VIP room. Floyd and Jade were thankfully keeping their nose out of Azul’s business for once. The confession had you picking at your shirt as you stared into his grey eyes.

The first hint that he didn’t share the feelings should have been the fact he wasn’t paying attention to what you were saying. He’d ask you to repeat yourself multiple times as he searched for something in his desk.

The next should have been sighs he kept pushing out of his throat. You told yourself they were from his inability to find what he was looking for.

The third and final nail in the coffin was when he finally looked into your eyes. They held boredom. He was bored while you were confessing your feelings.

Maybe he was just having a bad day?

“Are you really that blind? I am busy and you keep talking. And what makes you think I’d like someone like you? You bring nothing to the table. And you clearly can’t read a room. Why would I want anything to do with you?”

Maybe Ace and Deuce shouldn’t have been the two you asked for romantic advice.

.*•.¸♡ r̤̈ö̤ö̤k̤̈ ḧ̤ṳ̈n̤̈ẗ̤ ♡¸.•*.

“Mon ami means my friend, and you, mon démon bruyant are nothing more.”

Rook found beauty in everything, but that doesn’t mean he loved them.

He called you french names of endearment. You knew that. He called everyone a name of endearment. You just didn’t know what word meant.

French is called the language of love because how intricate and delicate it can sound. Every word sounds like a lullaby if spoken soft enough.

He’d call you “démon bruyant”, a name you had no way of knowing the meaning of. Well, you do now. Loud fiend. Not friend. Fiend.

He saw you as nothing more than a loud extra. Someone who didn’t fall into the background only because they were louder than everyone around them.

You had planned to ask Vil if he had any idea of a good way to confess, but Rook beat you to it.

He stopped you before you made your way to the Pomefiore housewarden. His hand laid on your chest to physically stop you. The same hand traveled up to your chin before you locked eyes. He seemed to be glaring down at you as your face heated.

“Mon ami means my friend, and you, mon démon bruyant are nothing more. So I suggest you remember your place fiend. Don’t think about wasting Roi de Poison time.”

He pulled his hand away and fixed your hair before smiling and walking away.

French is such a heart breaking language.

.*•.¸♡ ï̤d̤̈ï̤ä̤ s̤̈ḧ̤r̤̈ö̤ṳ̈d̤̈ ♡¸.•*.

“Dating them would be like grinding the first levels of a game when trying to get ready for its final boss. Pointless and a waste of time.”

Falling for the schools biggest gaming nerd wasn’t as hard, His brother talked none stop about him and how amazing he was once you looked past his anti-social behaviors.

You learned about his favorite shows and games. Ortho even talked Idia into meeting you in person. You thought were must have been a connection.

He invited you to his dorm room and the two of you would watch shows and complain about their endings, or you’d watch him game. You once asked if you could try a level, and he helped make an entire account for you to use.

Both you and Ortho explained that you don’t have any way of playing it outside of coming to his dorm to play and he bought you a complete computer set up as well as a laptop. Just so the two of you could enjoy a game that you just learned about.

So yeah, you fell, and you fell far. Hitting the floor pretty hard.

You overheard Ortho talking to Idia about how you had asked him if Idia liked you, or if there was a good way of asking Idia out. He blew up due to the information. Ranting about how he would never fall in love with someone like you. How he was only your friend because Ortho was the one to invite you over. He refused to let his little brother lose a friend because of him.

“Ortho, you don’t understand. Dating them would be like grinding the first levels of a game when trying to get ready for its final boss. Pointless and a waste of time.”

You continued to visit to boys. Acting any different would make Ortho worry, and you don’t think you can handle anymore of Idia faux concern.

#angst #twst #twst wonderland #Rook hunt #azul ashengrotto #idia shroud #x reader #idia x reader #Rook x reader #Azul x reader #azul twisted wonderland #rook twisted wonderland #idia twisted wonderland #idia angst #rook angst #azul angst

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incorrecttom · 1 year

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They would always wipe your tears after an argument. It was because they would feel guilty - as to they made you shed tears of sadness or anger rather than joy.

It hurts them when you cry and they hate it when they are the reason. They don't want you to cry- They want you to be happy.

But how could that be when they are the reason you are crying? How could they not feel guilty?

And they pamper you with gifts, no not because they simply don't want to apologize. But more so to show they do care, they do not know how to express it.

Their guilt always gets the better of them - thinking that this might be their last time to stay with you. So, they always give you, so you have enough.

Because, who would want to stay with someone who upsets their lover?

And you always comfort them, that it was both of your fault, that it's fine. That things will be fine. But their head always spins on what ifs. What if you leave them like almost everyone?

#ok this turned out to be angst-#what is this #I hate it-#obey me angst #diavolo angst #obey me x gender neutral reader #twisted wonderland angst #twisted wonderland x gender neutral reader #riddle rosehearts angst #azul angst #malleus angst #lucifer angst #bnha angst #bakugou angst #probably satan is ooc-#but id #*idk #satan angst

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artsybelle1015 · 1 year

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Azul x Chubby!Confident!Reader

His friend tilted his head, smiling though in amusement. He had expressed to Jade about these thoughts, which was a mistake now he realized. This irritated Azul, it would be a foolish idea to bring you in…

Warnings(!!!): body insecurities, talk about bullying, self esteem issues, other than that it’s all good! SPOILERS FOR BOOK 3!!!

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He hated you deeply.

It wasn’t fair, how come you were liked? He was your weight in his childhood, yet was ridiculed all his life for that.

How could you not hate your chest, stomach, arms, and legs? It made no sense to him.

You were a pulled apart puzzle, needing to be pieced together, or at least that’s how he felt about you in his mind. Most of his thoughts whenever he saw you in the halls or at Mostro Lounge was how were you able to be so happy, how were you not bullied, what made you so special that he lacked.

“Ugh, you’re still thinking of Shrimpy?” Floyd whined, laying himself across the couch in Azul’s VIP room, giving a dramatic body language to accentuate his boredom. “Why don’t you just ask, you were probs just unlucky.”

Azul glared up at his supposed friend and subordinate. He was trying to get paperwork done, but a part of him was distracted heavily, and Floyd clearly caught onto it.

In his mind, he kept wondering about you, whether he wanted to or not. You were just an impulsive thought to him.

With a sigh, Azul finally spoke, “Floyd, I would appreciate if you headed out the door.”

Floyd laid on his stomach, kicking his legs and smiling. “Are you in love with shrimpy?”

A jolt happened with Azul, eyes wide and face red. That was not expected, he was not prepared for such a thing. No, he did not love you, what a putrid thought. He was simply curious about your mentality…

“Oyyy~ am I correct~?” Floyd cackled.

“You are in fact incorrect,” Azul scoffed, face still on fire, “and I think this is your cue to leave.”

The normally stubborn and moody Floyd stood up and headed to the door with a smile, simply leaving. Azul knew he was about to cause mayhem.

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He was absolutely correct, Floyd informed Jade of the misunderstanding. Now Jade was giving Azul a look, a creepy smile forming and slowing a slight glimpse of his sharpened teeth.

This made Azul continually redden throughout the day and get sloppy with his business man persona.

It’s ridiculous, Azul thought. I don’t not like the Prefect.

Although he swore to himself and the twins that was the case, but his actions spoke in a different way.

Ever since Floyd asked that really dumb and specific question, Azul couldn’t help but notice you even more. The way you walked, how you smiled, how you looked sleepy, how you were with your first year friends and Grim. It was all becoming enchanting. You were so interesting.

It became less about your body and more about you. He just loved every part of you from top to bottom.

There was no hatred in your heart, it was him projecting his insecurities onto you in his mind.

“Just tell them that,” Jade cooed.

Azul pushing up his glasses, having a pink tinted face. “I will not.”

“Yo, boss, shrimpy’s here~” Floyd called out, opening the door without consent.

And there appeared you, standing there confused and having your arm in a death grip by Floyd. Azul jumped and became more red seeing you.

Jade chuckled, “My, Azul, we were just talking about the Prefect now, weren’t we?”

Angry eyes flicked to Jade, he had pieced together they were setting him up now. He decided to take charge and speak up, keeping his eyes off you of course, but his voice stuttered despite that, “W-well Prefect… you are f..free to leave if you… you so like.” The businessman persona was completely gone.

“But Floyd told me you needed talk to me,” you inquired, a little puzzled look from his behavior. Floyd finally letting you go so you could walk over to him.

Floyd snickered and motion for Jade to head out with him.

And so they did, leaving only you and Azul, who had a pure red face.

“What’s up?” you decided to ask, weary of the shady business man, but decided to take a seat across the couch from him.

Taking a deep breath, Azul finally looked at you. He looked so vulnerable and like his teenage age, he was in love. Love was something he kept distance, mainly preserving for his family. There was no preparation for the outcome he could fall in love with another like him too.

He had expected if he were to have a lover they would also be as hard-working and able to adapt to other people, but you didn’t try to change yourself for others. In fact, no one minded you, you were loved. He was both jealous and happy about that. You deserved it after all. This was more attractive to him than he originally thought.

“Why don’t we make a deal?” he muttered.

You scoffed, “Is that why I’m here?”

“No… no, I promise I won’t… try to hurt you… I just…” he was stammering on, trying to think of the words to say, “I’m not sure how to use my feelings…”

The originally annoyed Prefect gave a soft look, you were amazed hearing Azul out of all people say that. It was sweet.

“Well… I’m interested in you, and I know we haven’t talked as much,” he exclaimed, finally cooling down and feeling a bit more prideful. “Would you like to spend time with me sometime soon? Just the two of us? No business deals or contracts… if you desire.” He gulped, antsy about your answer that his leg began to bounce.

You chuckled, thinking on it a bit, then looking to him with a blush across your face. “Sure! Thank you.”

He made a stupid smile at that and pushed up his glasses. “How about we exchange phone numbers.”

The two of you exchanged numbers, and you headed off, Azul’s heart was racing so fast. How could you be so perfect? Although he was quite upset with Jade and Floyd, they had helped him.

Who knew he could fall in love with someone who reminded him of his deepest insecurities?

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Author’s Note: I hope this is okay I didn’t really want to make a super long post because I’m a bit tired going back to school and it not being a weekend. My friend requested for me to do this so shout out to them!

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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Hi! Thanks for sharing your writings with us and congrats on 1k followers! More to come!! 🥳🥂

If I could, just wondering if I could request an Azul + "Please"?

You don't have to, but still thank you! You are amazing!! ✨

thank you so much!!!! :D im glad you've been enjoying them <333

this is one that i wanted to make fluffy but the character analysis potential was too great :(((

YOU'RE AAMAZING TOO!!!!! WHQHWHAH !!!!!!!!!

AZUL ASHENGROTTO + PLEASE (1k event details)

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“Please. Please let me in.”

His eyes are cold and calculating, the beautiful grey irises betraying nothing. You want to beg, to plea for him to open up, to let you crawl inside his heart and tell you everything he’s thinking. You’ve seen it before, little cracks in his composure (like the day you confessed your adoration—oh, what a beautiful day that was.)

You adore it when he breaks.

“Let me in, Azul. I want to love you wholly.”

He looks up from his contracts, from everything he believes determines his self-worth.

He offers you a glittery smile, one you’re used to seeing and one that hasn’t changed even when you gave him all of you.

He whispers professions of gentle love in your ears that sound more like empty flattery than genuine, loving murmurs.

“Where is Azul, the boy that just wanted to be accepted? Where is Azul, the boy that wanted to be himself?”

There’s an ache in your heart as you silently plead, day in and day out, for Azul to show you who he really is.

It appears he does not trust you that much yet.

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iheartmalewives · 1 year

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The Cry Baby and The Stoic ᵕᴗ

Summary: Azul Ashengrotto was always known as the "Cry Baby" back when he was younger. Even if he tried and tried to change his personality, his emotions can't be controlled no matter what. So just what if, he met someone who was emotionless? Just how would he feel?

AZUL X GEN!READER ANGST

Spoilers ! ! !

Azul Ashengrotto had always butt into peoples' business, he calls it "an easy way to gain money"—which was an oddly long nickname of his unnecessary scamming.

Although Azul had a professional and calm yet scary aura, inside of all that, lies a "good for nothing" cry baby who had been bullied in the past.

Azul tried his best to change and to act more "professional" as his so-called-job needed his emotions to be put aside. After all, he should have no regrets of scamming people because this is what he asked for, this was his power.

Yet, even if he tried and tried, it will always come out. Sometimes when he's alone in his office, stacking papers and rolling up contracts, tears always fall from his very eyes; which results to a quiet break down so that no one could hear his vulnerable side.

So when he met you, he was shock. How could someone be so stoic, so cold? You always seemed to have a "Poker Face" on because he could never ever see pass through those dull eyes of yours.

You caught his interest, almost instantly. He was jealous of your ability to hide your emotions, he was so so envious. He wanted to be like that too, he didn't wanna be viewed as "vulnerable" ever again.

When he got the chance to talk to you, you were quiet as always, almost looking annoyed at his presence as Azul was always so charismatic. Yet, you let him off as he ranted and ranted about how you should do this and that.

Though one particular question caught you off guard, "How are you so stoic? I must say, I'm quite jealous of your emotionless behavior."

"It's not a gift, Azul." You replied to him nonchalantly, eyes gazing unto his. He shuffled uncomfortably as he looked at your dull hazy eyes. "If anything, I'm jealous of you."

What?

Why would you be jealous of him?

He's a cry baby and you know that. He even threw a tantrum when Leona burnt all of his contracts?

You wouldn't wanna be an embarrassment just like him, right?

"Non sense, prefect." He clenched his fist, lightly banging on the table before getting up. "I'm someone who cries... Way too easily." Azul's eyes avert to another direction before averting it back towards you.

"And?" You replied again with a monotone voice. "I think it's a gift that people experience such emotions. Yes, it might be bad and you can't control it but..." You fiddled with your fingers for a bit, "I think letting out your emotions free once in a while... is an accomplishment. A blessing. And that you should be proud of yourself for even letting those emotions out" You smiled.

It was the first he ever saw you smile at him like that, "Being stoic or emotionless isn't cool. I'd love to let my feelings out once in a while, so I'm envious of you, Azul. And I don't think you're a cry baby, i think you're brave."

It was as if your words struck Azul harder than lightning itself, he never heard those words, not once not twice. He was thankful he came across someone like you, even if you barely let out any human emotions, you always knew what to say.

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idkanametoputhere · 1 year

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friends forever

type: angst

pronouns: they/them

character: azul ashengrotto (before overblot)

tw: bullying, manipulation, using friends, uhh character being a little delulu metaphorically , character ≠ prefect

masterlist<3

friendships

some think of them us the unbreakable bond. other believe that they are not important

friendships come and go. some only last for a brief period of time, being just a phase in someone's long existence. others last forever, until death

some put family above friendships, "blood's thicker than water" or something like that. others put their friends above everything else. they value their friends more than they value their own lives

and others, well others put their personal gain above everything, friendships included

there are many people who fall to these categories. jade and floyd leech fall on the first one, Azul asgengrotto falls on the third one and their best friend, the siren who has been around them since they were in elementary, they fall in the second one

unfortunately, the third and the second category don't work well together, the young siren knew that's all too well

you see, they were willing to sacrifice everything if it ensured them that their friends would be doing well. take that one time in middle school, ninth grade actually, as a prime example

it was an average, cold day in the coral sea. the young one woke up, got ready for school, swam to it with their three friends -swimming purposefully slow so them and azul were swimming with the same speed- , got to school, studied

what they weren't used to, was seeing some kids picking on azul on their way home. they knew he was getting bullied, hell they had let him cry on their shoulder more times than they could count, but actually seeing it? it made them feel sick to their stomach and angry in their mind

"hey you assholes!" they yelled to them. "what are you doing? stop that!" they yelled once more as they got closer to the three guys and their friend. "awww look. the crybaby's friend is here to save him" said one of the bullies with a teasing tone. "ohhhh I'm so scared" said another, sarcasm clear in her voice as she laughed, showing her row of razor sharp teeth

"i said stop it" they said as they reached the four, almost reaching azul before the same girl grabbed stood in their path. "are you really that insecure about yourselves that you feel the need to take it out on others?" they said, looking at the bullies as they talked. azul looked at them in shock. were they stupid? they were swimming into the mouth of the shark, or well, three sharks

"what did you say bitch?" said the third bully, the one with the long hair. "nothing at all. just that I'd be ashamed if I was any of y'all. I mean what are you?" they said swimming closer to the bullies. "just some I secure good for nothing low-lives who have the emotional maturity of a young child that can only express it's anger through throwing tantrums" they said, venom spilling from their tounge as they spoke. "you bitch"

that day the siren didn't win any fights. they did however acquire a lovely set of scars in their right arm. they were convinced that they would've gotten more if the tweets never arrived to join the fight against the bullies

later that week they were called in the principal's office, now accused of starting the fight and bullying students. the bullies had managed to make it seem as if the two who were beaten were actually doing the beating. they took all the blame to themselves, claiming they forced azul to follow their actions, as not to tarnish his name

they ended up expelled

but it was for the sake of true friendship, so no issues, right?

then highschool began, night raven college

the moment they stepped foot in octavinelle as first years, azul made all three of his friends sign a contract stating that they were not allowed to talk about their past with him with anyone, under any condition. of course the siren signed, trusting their friend and respecting his wishes

and when he opened monstri lounge they were so happy for him, even being the first person to apply for a shift

that was when it hit azul. how kind-hearted they were. how naive they were. how exploitable they were

and so, by the time their second year in highschool began, he had them wrapped around his finger. to him, he was just dumping all the extra work and the work that no one wanted to do to them. to them, they were helping a friend

soon all their free time was wasted working at the monstro lounge. they quit their club to work more, they stopped hanging out with their newer friends so they could help a "friend"

their grades were obviously affected by that. once a great student, then an average student, then barely passing. their teachers and classmates alike were worried. worried about the merperson who seemed to show up to school later and later each day, with dark circles under their eyes, only to be the first to leave class but the last to leave the lounge, forcing a smile in front of every last costumer

and when they figured out their signature spell, it was the sweet cherry on top of their cake of a broken friendship.

a powerful spell, fitting of the young siren. a manipulation spell which can make whoever is affected be under the caster's control, as long as music is playing. very good for buisness, don't you agree?

azul certainly thought so. and so he started approaching the siren again. they were old friends, oh how terribly he felt for ignoring them, hoe much he promised them he'd make up for it, how good he felt since things were back to normal

for them, it was a wave of relief. their old friend, Azul, the kid they grew up with, the kid they defended, the guy they admired, the guy they adored. he finally wanted to get back the friendship they had

they started walking to class together, chatting during their shift, accompanying them until they reached their dorm, it was perfect

they had spent nights and nights crying as they were hoping for this moment. crying until he'd realise that what he did was a mistake

except he didn't

he didn't want to be their friend. he didn't want to spend time with them. he didn't want to sit them and with his other two companions and have fun

he just wanted their spell. just their magic. just to use them for their own benefit

they realised that way too late. or maybe they knew something was up, but they clung on the feeling that the voice in the back of their head telling them that he's pretending was just lying

it wasn't

and there they sat in azul's office, pen in hand and golden contract in front of them, waiting for their signature. their old friend looked like a stranger, just their employer, just someone they went to the same school with

"you didn't really want to befriend me, huh?"

they said, a bitter laugh escaping their lips as they looked him in the eyes. his composure was as cool as ever, telling them honey-dipped words, promises of friendship, adoration and care. lies spoken as if they were reality

"I will sign the contract. I will give you the one thing I haven't given you yet. I've already spent my time, adoration and well-being to you. I've already given you the entirety of my soul, and I will give you the last part of myself. I did promise I'd give everything for you"

they said, putting their signature on the golden contract. bright light filled the room for a few seconds, as they could feel the magic leaving their body

"just please, leave me alone after this. I beg you"

a sorrowful smile decorated their face as they stood up and headed towards the door, excusing themselves from both his office and his life

a/n: I love this, now bye, I have to go cry over chemistry and exams and rizz up character ai bots.

but no seriously, uhh I might go on a break for a bit cause exam season is near, so idk if I'll write at that time so yeah

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traumxrei-archive · 2 years

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Can I get 6 with Azul, please?

【 time we almost lost 】

prompt #6: Oh, Great Seven, he thought they were going to die! Please don’t ever scare him like that again... (ft. azul ashengrotto)

gn! reader, warning ! depictions of blood and injury + mentions of being sick/nauseous, 600 followers event ficlet

author's note: I LOVE HOW THIS WAS REQUESTED 3 TIMES FOR AZUL— you guys just want me to make azul cry huh...well. i delivered. this is like hurt/comfort but it's like 70% hurt and 30% comfort, so uh. good luck. (also i've been sitting on this fic since may 15th,,,,it was almost completed but i lost steam so here we are, a month and a bit later sjfkds i still hope you can enjoy this !)

Azul was going to be sick. He paced around the hallway, trying to straighten out the collar of this shirt that wasn't his. The nurse had given it to him after he showed up looking like... Well, it didn't matter. All that mattered was distracting himself from the undulating feeling in the pit of his stomach, chanting don't get sick, don't get sick, don't get sick— because he had to be here.

He had to stay. He couldn't just...leave. He looked down at his hands; bare and scrubbed clean and he couldn't help but shudder. Just minutes before those hands were coated in blood.

It came back at him in bits and pieces. It was P.E. class, and Azul was sure he saw the Prefect walk past while he was struggling on his broom. Their class was probably doing offensive spell training if the way Crewel was setting up defensive barriers wasn't telling enough.

He had looked away for a few seconds. Yet in those few seconds he wasn't watching, it happened. He smelled the blood before anything. He always had a sharper nose than most, and when he heard Grim's cry for help, he knew something was wrong.

But he couldn't fathom what he saw next. Them, lying on the ground and what looked like the remnants of a spell dissipating into the air. Azul hit the ground running— blood already starting to pool around them. His mind was screaming at him to do something.

He barely passed an incantation out his lips— one to lessen their pain— before his hands were at their neck, pressing down and— Sevens, the blood. It soaked into his pants as he prayed that they weren't bleeding out underneath him.

"Az- Azul-" Their voice was thin, a wisp of what it usually was and Azul bit back a sob at the sight of their drooping eyes.

"It's alright," He managed to push out, his voice wobbly as Crewel finally made it over. "You'll be alright, Prefect. You're in good hands." Crewel had instructed him something whilst Vargas hooked his arms under them.

There was a spell cast but he couldn't pay attention. His vision was blurred, still stuck on the sticky feeling of their warmth clinging to his fingers and staining his shirt. Someone had asked him if he was okay, and he had flinched. All he remembered after that was running straight for the infirmary.

And that was where he was now, un-bloodied from a trip to the bathroom and still feeling sick to his stomach. He had thrown up once already, but the taste of bile wouldn't go away. He clutched at himself, arms desperately refusing the hollowness in his chest. He just...he needed to know that they were okay.

Someone must've been listening to his prayers, because seconds later Crewel walked out, tiredness evident in his gait, "Ashengrotto. They're alright, thanks to your quick thinking."

"What-" He cleared his throat after hearing the rasp of his voice. "What exactly happened earlier...?"

"A bad puppy stepped out of the defense barriers I set up and cast a spell. The rebound from the barriers directed the spell at the Prefect's vicinity, clipping their shoulder," Crewel ran a hand through disheveled hair. "I'm going to have to punish them harshly."

"Can I...?" Azul couldn't get the rest of the words out, feeling the tremors that shook through his body. He had to see them. To make sure to himself that they were really okay

"Yes, you may," Crewel placed a slight hand on his arm. "They will be alright, Ashengrotto. Do not worry." Azul nodded before slipping into the infirmary.

It was quiet; the curtains fluttering from the open windows. They were the only person admitted to the infirmary so it didn't take him long to find them.

He stood at the foot of their bed, staring quietly at their dozing figure. There were wrappings around their shoulder, white bandages disappearing under the infirmary smock they donned. As he drew closer, he placed a hand near their nose. There was a ticklish brush to his fingers as they exhaled. They were alive. He was overcome with a feeling of relief so strong that he didn't notice them waking up.

They stirred, and Azul held his breath. They blinked, eyes flickering in recognition when they found him. He couldn't help but glance at the wrappings once again, checking that they weren't being tainted by an unsightly red, and-

"Azul," His eyes met theirs once more. "You're here."

"I certainly am," He remarked, though not as sharply as he would've hoped. "I hope you know that what happened was extremely dangerous and that if the spell did hit you just a bit higher you would've... Well, the point is that you should've stayed inside of the defensive barriers, an–"

A touch on his hand startled him, but he didn't jump back when their fingers wrapped around his wrist, "Why are you crying?"

"I- What?" He immediately raised a hand, feeling perplexing wetness steadily dripping down his cheeks. "I am not- not crying, I-"

There was a tug, and he staggered onto the bed, "I'm sorry you had to go through that." Azul pressed his lips together as hard as he could, choking back a sob and moving to clutch at their sleeves.

"You...scared me," His voice wobbled around the words. "I thought I had...I had lost you, you stupid stubborn, selfish–"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Their words were hushed as they pulled him into an embrace. He didn't have any strength to push them away as he sagged against their body

The corners of his lips pulled down even further, "Y-you're clearly not. Have you not learned anything from the overblots? M-magic is dangerous, more than you could imagine–" And he couldn't stop himself from continuing to prattle, even as his throat started hurting, voice turning hoarse. He could hear them consoling him, but he couldn't accept that, he needed them to understand.

By the time he had stopped, he wasn't even aware of how much time had passed. All he could feel was their hand running up and down his back, the press of their cheek against his head, and the silence that sat undisturbed between them.

"I don't appreciate being coddled," Azul said, and it sounded unconvincing even to him. How could they take him seriously when his voice was worn, his face no doubt reddened from all his crying? Truly he was still that unsightly crybaby from his past days, he thought bitterly.

"Would you like me to stop?"

"...No," He bit back the retaliation on the tip of his tongue, pushing at their shoulder lightly.

"I'll be more careful next time," They said firmly, meeting his eyes and suddenly Azul felt like he could breathe again. He could feel their warmth against his skin, the steady thump-thump-thump of their heart.

"Unless you want me to bubble wrap you till you can't walk," Azul warned, as threateningly as he could. "It would do you good to stay safe." He took off his glasses, the lenses smudged from all his...crying. And when he put them back on he was greeted with a smile on their face.

It shocked him more than he would've liked to admit, and he cleared his throat again, "You can let go now. I'm sure you need your rest to recover."

"No wa~y," They drew out the last word, their hold on his waist tightening. "I want you to stay here. Are you going to refuse a patient's request, Azul Ashengrotto?"

"N-no, but this is highly inappropriate—"

"C'mon, it's just a nap. I'm sure Crewel won't let you go back to class either," They fell backward onto the pillow. "How about this, I owe you a favor after this nap?"

"You already owe me for saving your life," Azul griped, but nonetheless he carefully lied down. "I'm having you work overtime at the lounge for one, no, two weeks, on top of doing me a personal favor."

"Yes, boss," They murmured, the phrase tapering into a small yawn, which, in Azul's professional opinion, was needlessly endearing. "Let's sleep first."

And for once Azul didn't try to retort with anything. Instead, he let them fuss over their sleeping positions, and who's arm went where before they were dozing lightly in their chosen position. Which was cuddled up right beside him, but that was fine, he didn't need personal space, right?

Azul pressed a hand to the bridge of his nose before putting his glasses on the table. There was no other choice but to slowly fall asleep; lulled into rest by the sound of their breathing and the warmth of their touch. They would be alright. They would both be alright by the time they woke up.

(And later, a well-rested Azul would be facing down the very person who shot that spell....of course, he had just the contract to make them pay for what they did. Not that the Prefect had to know about Azul’s personal, mm, revenge.)

thanks for reading, i hope the comfort at the end was enough to tide over that azul angst ! if you'd like to see more, check out my masterlists

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aetheve · 11 months

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warnings: ( drowning, near-death, implied trauma, mermaid! reader not fully proofread )

what about pirate! azul who found you on the shore, admiring the sights of sand and clouds, taking in the cool breeze of the wind against your skin that the firm ocean currents couldn't replicate. the wind took your song farther than the water could and returned it as it echoed back to you from the steep walls of rock that set the boundaries of the beach.

like you admired land, he admired you. he didn't notice the long tail that replaced your legs to make swimming easier or the paleness of your skin from years deep in the sea; no, he was too taken by your beauty to acknowledge that.

your being alone reminded him of life on the water, from the way your wet hair swayed like a ship's sails in the sun after a night of heavy rain to the way the pearls of your necklace shined under the sunlight like new jewels being exposed to the fire of his lantern after years hidden in old chests with more jewels of the like.

your song was like the whisper of waves against the bow of his boat when it reached his ears. it held all the answers about the ocean that maps and books could not provide him, all at his disposal if he only got close enough. it left him with a determination as he tried to get closer to hear more, to learn more.. but he didn't, as he knew such knowledge came with a price.

your eyes sang a different tune than the melody that left your lips, a warning he so quickly forgot at the sight of temptation. they were dark and gloomy, much like the depths of the sea that not even the sun could access. they were filled with the loneliness and solitude of a mermaid starved of the knowledge about humans she longed for, a longing he could never understand but knew all too well. the same darkness that pulled him under during a recent enemy attack, nearly drowning and suffocating him in its beauty, the same solitude he felt as he could no longer feel the sun's grasp or hear the surface's whispers as it pulled him deeper in her mind.

all the answers he wanted were at the tips of his fingers as he swallowed unhealthy amounts of saltwater.

such knowledge came with a price and he nearly paid it, finally the gravity of his near-death experience weighed heavy on him. it was so heavy that it held him in place, keeping a distance from you and the danger you lived within.

but fear wasn't the only thing that lingered.

an adrenaline not even the most dangerous of jobs could evoke returned to him; a fire he thought he lost in deep, blue ocean behind you was rekindled.

he backed away until your song was only a memory in the back of his mind, it wouldn't be for long though. he'd return to the sea and finally get the answers he wanted. this time he was a man with determination, a pirate will an 'x' on his uncharted map. he didn't know where he was going, but he was sure you'd be there waiting for him.

he didn't know how he knew this, but something told him you would be. you were apart of the ocean, after all.

#little mermaid inspo #did yall miss me? <3 #would you guys like a bot with this plot? 🤨#i just dont want to train it :( ugh its ok #twst headcanons #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst scenarios #twst oneshot #twst azul #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul angst #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto x yuu #azul ashengrotto x mc #twisted wonderland imagines #disney twisted wonderland

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touyaspeach · 2 years

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Azul Ashengrotto x GN! Reader

Summary : After things go a bit too far between you and Azul, he has a bit of a breakdown. After some unexpected kindness on your part, he realizes his true feelings. WC : 1.5k Warnings : enemies to lovers, hurt / comfort, angst, azul struggles with self worth, not beta'd, written in a frenzy at 4 am on no sleep.

If Azul made a list of his pet peeves, it'd be surprisingly short. Despite appearances, he's rather lenient with a lot of things. At the top of that list, however, in large, bold letters, would be humiliation.

He hates being made a fool, hates the way people laugh and judge him, hates the way it makes him feel disgusted with himself. Hates it, especially, when it comes from you. Or because of you, in this case.

Your back and forth had gotten heated lately, and not in a sexy way. Less like teasing, and more like arguing, and he wondered if you'd truly started to hate him. There was a lot to hate, in your defense. He could understand it, if that's how you felt.

But did you have to push him that far? He wondered, looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, black splotches of ink staining his clothes and hair and skin. He's not even really sure how it happened; one moment you were going in on him for something, and the next he was covered in sticky black ink.

It was humiliating. And it happened in front of patrons no less. Could he ever show his face at Mostro Lounge again?

Not like this.

He turned on the faucet as hot as it would go, and ripped his glasses from his face. He couldn't see well though the ink anyway. Quickly he removed his tie and blazer, taking a moment to mourn for the ruined clothing.

He could understand why you'd hate him, he was a mess. Barely holding himself together, it felt like. And you had a way of crawling under his skin and making a home there. Uncomfortable and too close. So why did you keep coming back? Just to torment him?

The hot water did well enough rinsing the ink out of his once-white button down, but the fibers were drenched, and he knew it was ruined. But Azul's frustrations continued to build, and he dispensed a dollop of hand soap into his palm. It cut through the lingering stains on his skin, so maybe it'd be able to save his shirt. Perhaps with some scrubbing and bleach-

You really thought he was an idiot, didn't you? Getting flustered and unable to spit out the snide remarks you'd expected. Letting your antics and teasing and snark get to him so badly, you enjoyed being the only person on campus who could make him crumble like this.

It was working…kind of. As he frantically scrubbed the stains, now grey, his eyes stung. Humiliated. Nobody would take him seriously now. Hot tears threatened to fall and he closed his eyes in a vain attempt to stop them. His shoulders shuddered, and the water burned his hands. His shirt was ruined along with his reputation. He hated himself more than ever, and then the door opened.

He swore he locked it, and his head jerked up to see who the intruder was.

As soon as he saw your face the tears streamed down his cheeks and he frantically wiped them away with the back of his hand. His hand, which had turned pink from the hot water, smeared ink over his face. He didn't notice.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" He sputtered, reaching for his glasses to maintain some semblance of dignity. They were still covered in ink, and he frantically attempted to clean them with the hem of his blazer, which was also still covered in ink. Effectively making everything worse and smudging it even more.

You took a few tentative steps closer, knowing he was volatile.

"Did you- did you come just to laugh at me?" He fumbled with his glasses, attempting to run them under the water, to scrub away the blackness that trained every part of him. "Did you come here to mock the big, stupid octopus? Was humiliating me in front of the entire lounge not enough for you?"

His scrubbing grew more frantic as his vision clouded with frustration, and anger, and sorrow. Because that's all anyone did, right? Laugh at him. Call him stupid. Slow. Despite his efforts to prove otherwise.

You placed a gentle hand over his wrist, pulling his hands and glasses out of the steaming stream of water.

"Let me help," you said softly, taking the glasses and a dry towel. "I'm sorry." You followed up.

"What?"

"I'm sorry, I took things too far. I wish I could take it back, but I can't."

He scoffed, returning his attention to scrubbing at his shirt. It was ruined. He knew that, but pretending like he was doing something was better than standing there, gawking at you. Better than acknowledging your help, and your apology.

Truthfully, Azul didn't blame you. Not really. He blamed himself more, for letting things get so out of hand, for getting so worked up.

Things were just different with you, and he couldn't explain it.

Or, rather, he didn't seek to. Because doing so would be to admit that you irrevocably have a greater effect on him than anyone else. Doing so, would be admitting that you were special. Important.

He risked a glance at you, and you were just finishing up with his now-pristine glasses. Azul's brow furrowed in confusion, but you shrugged and showed him the alcohol wipe you'd used.

"Why are you here?" He asked, wiping his hands dry and then donning his glasses once more.

"To apologize?" You took notice of the ink still staining his cheek, and wet a paper towel, and lathered in some soap.

"To check on you, also. You were pretty upset."

You reached for him and he jerked back, eyes widening.

"You've got some on your face, relax. I'm not here to cause any more damage. I just want to help."

He eyed you skeptically for a moment, and then relented. Allowing you to tenderly take his chin in one hand and wipe away the ink with the other.

You'd truly come after him. After everything. To apologize. To help him. You didn't make a retort on his sorry state, or lament over his appearance. You apologized.

Were your eyes always so clear?

Your touch was gentle, too. That was dangerous in its own way. He didn't know how to handle it just yet, so he filed it for later processing. But it was worth noting.

You came for him.

You care.

Azul sighed, and then let himself relax just a bit.

"My uniform is ruined."

"You can borrow mine."

"I need a new one, Savanaclaw colors don't suit me."

You snorted a laugh, "alright, that's fair."

"Why are you here?"

"Didn't I already answer that? Hold still, don't talk. You've got some beside your mouth."

He froze, and for some reason his cheeks felt hotter. When had he stopped crying? When did you get so close? Why was he so tempted to tilt his head just that little bit to the side and place a kiss to your palm?

"This isn't working well," you commented, a frown marring your pretty face, "if you come back to mine, I've got alcohol in a first aid kit. It should take the stains off your skin at least."

"I wouldn't want to make your day any worse," he said, pulling back and turning to look in the mirror.

It's then that you realize that he is, in fact, shirtless. Pale skin and lean muscle on full display. And you couldn't deny the fact that Azul was pretty.

"You're not, trust me. I think your day takes the cake for bad days. Besides," you cooked your head to the side, eyeing him, "I really do want to help."

He considered his sopping wet shirt and ink-coveted blazer. Considered the person next to him who was now getting on his nerves for an entirely different reason.

Why was he so annoyed when you were being nice for once?

He watched as you shrugged off your coat, the big comfy one you wore with your uniform, and hand it to him.

He took it, tentatively, wrapping it around himself and suddenly he was enveloped. Warmth, the smell of you, the feeling of your kindness against his skin.

Oh. So that's it.

Oh.

Azul's cheeks burned hotter as he watched you carefully collect his soiled clothing and wrap the parcel with paper towels.

"Mine or yours, it doesn't matter but I'm coming regardless."

His eyes met yours again. You really were so lovely. It made his heart rate quicken.

"Azul? Hey? You okay?" You called, startling him.

"Ah. Yes. Okay. Sure. Yours is… is fine."

As the two of you walked, his mind was both in shambles, and the clearest it'd been since meeting you.

He finally figured it out, after all this time, why you affected him so much.

Now the issue was figuring out how to tell you.

#azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #twst #azul x reader #azul angst

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luxaryllis · 1 year

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Imagine Azul begging you not to leave.

Begging you to stay.

Begging you to have a life with him.

But you can’t

For you need to go home

Nooooo 😭😭

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"Please, prefect! We may have started off on the wrong foot, and you may not have liked me for the most part, but please! I can change that! I-I can change! Just please!! Don't leave me!"

You stay silent, painfully and pitifully staring at Azul, who's started crying and groveling on the floor at this point.

He shakily holds onto your hand, your leg, anything he can grasp, in desperation. His eyes are bloodshot, tears falling on his face and the floor.

"I'm begging you! I can't be left alone!! Not again! If you leave, I" -the boy stops to take a shaky breath- "I'll be all alone! No one's cared for me like you have! Not even the twins..."

Poor Ashengrotto has gone used to your kindness, your warmth, your love, your care, that once it's gone, he knows he'll never be the same again.

"I can stop all the contract stuff! I'll gladly shut down Mostro Lounge of you want!! I can grant you anything you've ever wished for and dreamed of!! All I ask of you is that you don't leave me...!"

You purse your lips, sighing at the begging octomer in pity. "Azul..."

Azul perks up at you, looking up in desperation and hope. You were going to stay with him, right?

Right?

"All I've ever wished for and dreamed of... was to go home. I have to do this."

No.

You didn't just say that right? Azul must have been hearing things!

Azul's heart stops. And he wishes it was meant in a literal sense; he can't possibly live without you with him. His grip weakens and eventually drops a second later, and with a pitying glance you turn around and leave him.

He cries and sobs his heart out so pathetically, he understands why you pity him.

Azul grips and tugs at his hair in frustration and agony as he realizes that you've always pitied him this whole time.

Everything you did was either out of obligation or pity, wasn't it? No wonder you left him at the end, anyway. Who'd want to stay with such a dumb octopus like him, after all?

Now, he's all left alone with no one to comfort him. He vaguely notices Jade knocking on his room and entering after no response.

Jade stares at his boss, his eyes holding amusement and that damned pity Azul hates so much.

"My, my. Well, you're quite a mess, Azul."

Azul stares at Jade despondently, while the latter looks at the magic crystal in Azul's staff. Finding no significant amount of blot, Jade leaves the room, excusing himself.

Now, Azul is left all alone. No comfort, no care, no warmth.

Nothing.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst angst #azul ashengrotto #azul angst

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✉ Will of Azul Ashengrotto | Octotrio

>> requested: yes, by @v-anrouge >> a/n: im losing my touch

>> masterlist: here!! >> synopsis: Azul overdoses >> reader prns: n/a >> warning(s): overdosing; bullying; death; crying; possible ooc(?)

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Azul had started taking his anxiety medication more frequently. Much more frequently. The lorazepam bottle was half empty at the beginning of the week. It was Thursday now. Another eighth of the bottle was downed.

Azul's vision began to blur as he slumped closer and closer to his desk. His quill pen began to slip out from his fingers. As he hazily reached for the feather again, his head hit the desk and he drifted unto unconciousness.

He was eight again. Eight and foolishly unaware of the world around him. Swimming outside, he had quickly found a group of merfolk.

"Uhm... ex-excuse me...?" he timidly asked.

He should have realized that he shouldn't have done that.

"Ew!"

"Who is that?"

"_____, I think you mean what is that?!"

"H-huh?!" child Azul was shocked. Had they never met an octopus merfolk before? "I'm a merfolk! J-just like you!"

"No you aren't!!!"

"Get away from me!"

Thirteen and sitting in his octopot. He had never forgotten the words of those kids. Never. Not even if they were silly, childish, or wrong. Those words would be ingrained in his mind until he died.

Knock knock

The lid of his octopot was lifted, bringing light into the cauldron and burning Azul's eyes.

"Eehh~? What's in here, Jade?" a teal face leaned over the opening, and stared down at Azul.

"Hm? I don't know, Floyd." an identical voice sounded. "What is in there?"

A finger came down and poked Azul on the tentacle, making him bolt upright. "H-hey! I don't know if you know this or not but you can't.."

Azul trailed off when he saw two identical eel merfolk looking at him intently. "Ah, uh... you- you can't just do... that."

"Hm," the first shrugged, before swimming back over to the pot. "Whatcha got in here?"

He picked up golden papers and sifted through each of them, semi-reading what was on each page.

"Don't touch those!" Azul swam over and snatched his contracts out of the eel's hands.

"They are quite fascinating..." the one called Jade said.

"You too!" Azul yelled, frustrated. "Don't touch my contracts!"

"Azul?" Jade knocked on the door of the head office of the Mostro Lounge, a cup of warm tea with him.

No response.

"Azul?" the merfolk again asked through the door.

Opening the door, he found his boss slouched over wet ink. Sighing, he placed the teacup down on the coffee table and poked Azul on the shoulder.

"Oh my, it seems the ever-guarded Azul Ashengrotto has fallen asleep." Jade smiled eerily. "Wake up now, Azul. You wouldn't want my brother to see you like this. Who knows what he would do."

Normally, Azul would wake up at even the mention of Floyd. But this time he didn't. Jade noticed the shallowness of his breath before looking over at the supposed contract.

Will of Azul Ashengrotto.

Jade paled significantly. The almost-empty bottle of pills somehow just made themselves noticeable to the teal-haired boy. Hastily, he picked them up, reading the contents. He never knew that Azul took anxiety medication.

The teenager checked Azul's pulse. It was almost unreadable. Picking Azul up bridal-style, he almost ran to the nurses office.

The magic mirror was too slow. The students in his way were too slow. Azul's heartbeat was too slow. Everything was too slow for Jade.

Azul flatlined as he was put onto the bed. Jade didn't need the heart monitor to know. He knew. He just... knew.

Tears that he didn't know he had poured out of his eyes. Jade shook so much that he had to sit on an infirmary chair right next to Azul. Tentatively, he took Azul's hand. It was so cold. So much colder than usual, anyway. How was he supposed to tell Floyd? How was he supposed to tell Octavinelle? How was he supposed to tell them he failed at keeping their housewarden alive?

Floyd didn't take the news well. Jade never expected him to. His twin took it hard. So hard. He wrecked the entire office. He threw glasses, plates, silverware, anything he could find really. Hell, Floyd even attacked his brother. Jade excuses him for that. It was wrong to not get there sooner. If he had just made the tea a little sooner... if he had just knocked a little earlier... if he had noticed before, this wouldn't have happened.

Floyd held up a gold paper with one hand, "What is this?"

"..." Jade stood silent.

"What is this, hah?" Floyd demanded of his brother, shoving it in his face.

"Ashengrotto's... will." Jade took hold of the paper. He had just noticed the wobbly signature at the bottom corner.

"Get on with it," Floyd's voice broke, coming out roughly.

"Okay, Floyd."

Jade sucked in a breath before starting to read.

Will of Azul Ashengrotto

I, Azul Ashengrotto, a resident of Coral Sea, declare that this is my will. I revoke all wills and codicils that I have previously made. I am currently not married, nor in any romantic relationship. I leave my position as owner of Mostro Lounge to Jade Leech, as well as all contracts I have made. I leave half of my thaumarks to Floyd Leech, as well as my seashell staff. I leave the other half of my thaumarks to my mother, ______ Ashengrotto, as well as my octopot and glasses. I direct my executor to take all actions legally permissible to have the probate of my will done as simply and as free of court supervision as possible under the laws of the state having jurisdiction over this will, including filing a petition in the appropriate court for the independent administration of my estate. If any beneficiary under this will contests this will or any of its provisions, any share or interest in my estate given to the contesting beneficiary under this will is revoked and shall be disposed of as if that contesting beneficiary had not survived me. I, Azul Ashengrotto, the testator, sign my name to this instrument, this Saturday of February 20th. I declare that I sign and execute this instrument as my last will, that I sign it willingly, and that I execute it as my free and voluntary act. I declare that I am of the age of majority or otherwise legally empowered to make a will, and under no constraint or undue influence.

Signature: Azul Ashengrotto

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