#azul ashengrotto oneshots

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Escapism.

Commissioned by the very lovely @twst-ophelia.

Pairing: Yandere!Dorm Leaders x Reader (TWST).

Word Count: 4.0k.

TW: Fem!Reader, Non/Con, Dub/Con, Prolonged Imprisonment, Physical/Psychological Abuse, Slight Marking, Disassociation, and Possessive Behavior.

The mirror would be ready to use, by now.

Really, that’d been your first mistake – forgetting what you’d learned during your first months in this strange new place, having enough faith in the friends you’d made and your own middling abilities to tell anyone and everyone you could find that you were finally going home. You’d been over-eager, blinded by joy, and within a week of Crowly admitting that he’d found a way to return you to your own world using the Magic Mirror, it’d been common knowledge across all of Twisted Wonderland that it’d only be a few more weeks before you were returned to your own world. Ace teased you for being so eager to drop out halfway through your third year and Grim stuck to your side with twice his usual clinginess, and despite the bittersweetness of knowing you’d likely never be able to come back, you were happy. You were alright with leaving them, so long as it meant you could go home.

And you did leave them, in a way. If you looked at it from a certain angle.

You just didn’t get to go home.

There was a wet, slick noise, then a pang of pure agony racing from your cunt to your core. Involuntarily, you jerked away from the painful sensation, but it was an effort made in vain. The heavy arm wrapped around your waist only coiled tighter, your back soon drawn flush against a broad chest. Leona’s tail swatted contentedly at the down-stuffed mattress as he let out a low, airy chuckle. “Not gonna get away that easily,” he muttered, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Remember what happened last time you tried to act-up? I don’t think the basement’s gotten any warmer.”

Basement. Calling it a basement would be like calling him a housecat. You’d been locked in that dark, frigid dungeon of a cellar for days before Azul – because he was the one you scratched, the one who got to decide how cruel your punishment was going to be – let you out, and even then, it’d taken another week of huddling by barely-smoldering fireplaces and wrapping yourself in any shred of fabric you could find to shake the chill that’d lodged itself underneath your skin. You stopped trying to lash out at them, after that. As much as their so-call ‘affection’ scared you, their anger scared you that much more.

You couldn’t be sure how they’d gotten their hands on a place like this – ancient and only a step above decrepit. Their means weren’t exactly limited, not with a prince and the heir to a fortune that might as well have made him royalty funding their little venture, but it was still hard to imagine the people you’d gone to school with keeping you locked inside of an abandoned castle, surrounded only by more woodland than you could ever hope to walk through. It might’ve been more enjoyable (or, bearable, at least) if your captors had taken a more absentee approach, if they’d given you time to adjust to being in the middle of a never-ending forest with only stone walls and dust-covered furniture for company, but no, at least one of them always seemed to be at no more than arm’s length, there to remind you exactly why you’d been relegated to the role of princess, trapped in her tower. You’d never been able to call any of them your friends, and yet, the betrayal still stung.

“Would you keep your mouth shut?” Vil mumbled, with a particularly sharp movement of his wrist. The heel of his palm ground into your clit, and against your better judgement, you withered into Leona – the sound of your pulse beating in your ears deafening, but still not enough to mask the deep, self-satisfied purr rising from his chest. “You’re frightening the poor thing. Look at her eyes – they’re practically glazed over.”

 “Is she scared, or just bored half-to-death by your shitty excuse for a handjob?” He bowed his head, nipping playfully at the corner of your jaw. Of all your captors, he was the most fond of marking what he considered to be his property – even more so if he had a captive audience. “If I was the one between her legs, she’d be feelin’ too good to think about anything else. She’d already be fucked good n’ dumb.”

“That’s not—” The air caught in your throat as Vil spread his fingers apart, but you fought to go one. “I don’t feel anything when you—”

Vil pulled out of you entirely, only for his hand to come down on your pussy with a harsh, slick crack. You couldn’t swallow back your pained cry, couldn’t stop yourself from shrinking further into Leona. “No lying, now, darling. You know how easy it is to hurt his feelings.” He paused, then glanced over his shoulders. Blearily, your attention drifted to the doorway of your bedroom – to Riddle, standing stiffly on the other side other side of the threshold. You stiffened, but Vil didn’t seem surprised. “Going to watch today, Rosehearts?”

Obviously. As complicit as they all seemed with your imprisonment, there were a few – Riddle, Idia, Azul – that withheld from treating your prolonged abuse like a group project. You’d been surprised, at first, that Vil wasn’t a part of that collective, but his tendency towards exhibitionism made sense. He couldn’t love what he couldn’t flaunt, even if his audience was limited to a handful of former classmates.

“O-of course not,” Riddle stuttered out, predictably. His pale face was tinted a nearly violent shade of red. “I just wanted to make sure you two weren’t hurting her.”

You felt Leona’s grin against your throat. “Hear that, pretty girl?  He thinks we’d hurt you.” The space Vil left vacant was quickly filled – three of his calloused fingers soon filling your drenched pussy. You clenched your eyes shut, grit your teeth, but that did little to stop him from burrowing his claws into your side and tearing a little, cracked whimper through your sealed lips. “Don’t see him doing much to stop us, though.”

Vil only offered an unimpressed shake of his head, but Riddle straightened. “Are you implying that I couldn’t—”

“I’m saying that you won’t.” Leona cut him off swiftly, the edge in his tone sharped and playful. “Not if you want the next turn.”

For a moment, Riddle didn’t say anything, didn’t do anything.

Then, with a pointed glare, he turned on his heel and abandoned your bedroom altogether, likely dedicating himself to finding another part of this terrible castle to wait Leona out in.

As soon as his footsteps faded out of earshot, Leona’s teeth were buried in the curve of your throat – drawing blood in an instant.

~

Out of all your captors, it was Kalim who’d disappointed you the most.

You hadn’t expected this from the others, but in hindsight, you wouldn’t put it above them, either. Azul had never been able to draw a line between what he wanted and what he could have, Riddle had never been able to keep his base impulses at bay for very long, and Leona… well, Leona couldn’t be bothered to pretend he was interested in things like your ‘autonomy’ or ‘independence’. Kalim, though – he’d always been nice to you. Not overly kind, but nice, and in a place like NRC, that was something you’d been able to appreciate.

It almost didn’t make sense to see him in a place like this, to connect his presence here with the looming fact of your continual imprisonment. It didn’t make sense that the boy who’d once thrown a parade to celebrate you finally accepting an invitation to one of his banquets would be resting his hands on your shoulders, his eyes fixed on your reflection in a pearl-lined vanity as he pulled what felt like the hundredth gem-studded necklace into place at the base of your throat. You didn’t need jewelry. They rarely gave you anything to wear outside of loose-fitting, sheer dresses and the occasional piece of lingerie, but Kalim would’ve plucked the moon from the sky if it meant he could give it to you in a velvet-lined box. That was what he’d told you, at least, the first time you’d turned him down.

Actually, maybe you didn’t deserve to feign surprise. They’d all tried to do it the right way before their graduations, whether it was Vil beckoning you to sit on his lap during a dorm leader meeting or Riddle turning a dozen shades of pink as he asked if you’d care to attend an Unbirthday Party as his guest, sometime. You’d turned them all down, batting Leona’s hand away before it could settle on your shoulder, telling Azul you wouldn’t trust him as a business partner, let alone a boyfriend. Between school and a new apocalypse-scenario every other week, you never had the time (let alone the energy or desire) to date, as idiotic as it sounded to suggest that any of this could’ve started with a handful of schoolyard crushes. Maybe, if you’d given them a chance to see that it wouldn’t have worked out on their own terms, it wouldn’t have come to this. Maybe, you would’ve gotten to go home.

Or, maybe, you just would’ve been snatched up before that thread of hope could ever be dangled in front of you. Either way, a preferable alternative.

“The sapphires were a better fit,” Azul chimed in as Kalim pulled the next necklace into place – a loose riviere studded with rubies. It was the fifth of as many variants, only differentiated by the color of the jewel. Kalim claimed that he’d only meant to get you one, but ever the glutton, he hadn’t been able to choose. “Red is such a garish color. Our little princess deserves to feel as royal as we treat her, doesn���t she?”

If Kalim noticed the barb, he didn’t seem to mind. “I think you look beautiful in red,” he said, leaning down to push a kiss into your temple. His smile was as bright as it’d ever been, and you hated him that much more for it. “Then again, you look beautiful in everything. Why don’t you keep them all?”

You opened your mouth, ready to tell him where he could shove his jewelry, but you were cut off by the shutter of a camera, the hint of a flash in your peripheral. You glanced towards Azul, who only shrugged in response., sinking further into his armchair “For Idia. He’s going to be tied up with a research project for another week or so, and for whatever reason, it’s fallen on my shoulders to make sure that he doesn’t completely succumb to his self-pity and throw the gates of Tartarus open.” He thought, for a moment. “For a second time, I mean.”

You couldn’t be sure why you said it. It was an instinct, a knee-jerk reaction to grab the first blade you saw and twist it. Idia was, by far, the most distant of your captors, and when he did show his face, he barely spoke and never touched you. Even in a castle of rapists and kidnappers, he’d found a way to make himself an outsider.

“Azul?” You made a point of keeping your eyes on your reflection as you went on. “Could you tell Idia I want to see him again? When he has time, I mean.”

There was a beat of silence, then another.

Finally, Kalim forced out an only partially strained laugh, squeezing your shoulders with just a little too much force. “Is something wrong? If you want to ask for something, you don’t have to wait for Idia.”

You didn’t bother trying to respond to him. “Please, Azul?”

From the corner of your eye, you watched him glance between you and Kalim. Eventually, he let out an airy sigh and nodded. “Of course, sweetheart. Although, I do have to wonder what you’re getting up to.”

Your only answer came in the form of a tight smile, a slight shrug. Kalim didn’t waste time taking up the next necklace: a choker of braided strands of pure, glittering gold. This time, he fastened it tightly enough to bruise.

~

You almost felt bad for Idia, when you let yourself think about what you were doing.

Almost.

The bare skin of his chest was warm under your palm, the flames of his hair tinted a deep pink - a color you might’ve found charming, in any other situation. He was beneath you, currently, his face half-buried in a pillow while you rolled your hips idly against his, your pace slow and careless. He wasn’t as authoritative as Leona, as demanding as Riddle, and you liked that about him. But, his submissiveness meant you had to do most of the work, which you liked less.

At least he tried to pretend that he didn’t like it. Bias caused conflict, and his occasional encounters with the others wilted before shriveling into complete nonexistence shortly after you declared him your unlikely favorite. Even now, he kept his eyes clenched shut, his bottom lip caught between his pointed teeth as your pussy clenched around him. You’d gone numb to pleasure in the first weeks of your captivity, but any amount of physical contact seemed to overwhelm him. It might’ve been refreshing, if you hadn’t been so, so exhausted.

Gradually, your movements slowed, your body stilling on top of his. A second passed before he opened one of his eyes, his kiss-swollen lips quirking downward in mixed disappointment and frustration. “W-Why did you stop?”

With an exaggerated sigh, you collapsed onto him, slotting your chest against his and propping your chin on his collarbone. “I never made it to graduate,” you said, absentmindedly, relying on the haze of lust to hide just how flat your voice was. “Never got to say goodbye to anyone, either, but that was never going to happen. The other are too mean to me for that.”

His expression took on a somber lull. It might’ve been more believable if you hadn’t been able to feel his cock twitching inside of you. “I… I’m sorry. I wanted to wait, but Azul said— and Leona—”

“I know, I know.” You kissed his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. “It’s not your fault. I just—”

You cut yourself off with another sigh, just as unbelievable as the first. Thankfully, Idia was eager to take the bait. “Whatever it is, I can do it for you. I’d do anything for you.” His shaking hands found their way to your waist. “I love you.”

“I want to see Ramshackle again,” you said, without hesitation. Immediately, you felt him stiffen against you, and let your tone drag into something desperate, something pleading. “Just this once. I won’t even go inside, and Night Raven’s on break, right now. No one’s going to be on campus.” You paused, pecked the corner of his lips. “Please, Idia. Nobody else has to know.”

He still looked skeptical, but he was going to break your heart, he wasn’t going to do it while his cock was still pulsing inside of you. After only a moment of hesitation, he let out a shallow breath and nodded hastily. “One trip. And the other never find out.”

Instantly, you brightened, beaming as you pulled him into a deep, lasting kiss – a proper kiss, this time, something you’d never willingly imitated with any of your captors. He would know that. He wasn’t the most domineering, but if the hidden cameras dotted across your bedroom were anything to go by, he had his own kind of competitive streak.

A hitched moan reverberated against your mouth. With your arms still wrapped around his neck, your chest still pressed into his, he started to move on his own – his fingers digging into your hips as he thrust into you from below. His pace was unsteady, his rhythm nonexistent, but your clit scraped against the flattened plane of his pubic bone and however meager it might’ve been, there was just enough stimulation to melt into. Vaguely, you were aware of a distant whimpering, of Idia’s face buried in the crook of your neck, but you let it fade into the background – into the constant fog of static that’d been cast over your conscious mind since you woke up in this terrible place.

When you felt his teeth scrape over the curve of your throat, it was all you could do to close your eyes and think of home.

~

“It’s a pretty basic teleportation scheme,” he’d explained, as he led you through the castle’s entryway after pulling you out of your bed in the middle of the night. The winter air cut through your thin dress without mercy, but you’d fought not to shiver, not to give him a reason to second-guess if he should be doing this. Right now, he was convinced he loved you more than he feared letting you get away, and you couldn’t do anything to break that delusion. “Ortho handled most of the hardware, but he was following my designs. The NRC waypoint was supposed to be a limited-time mechanic, but I never cut it out of the system. It should still work – for a couple trips, at least.”

You’d let him ramble about how many hours it’d taken to put together, nodded enthusiastically as he described all the effort he’d poured into ruining your life. He kept his hand locked around yours as he led you onto a shining, steel platform, only letting go to punch the coordinates into his tablet. There was a flash of light, a slight buzzing in your ears, and then, you were standing in front of the gates to Night Raven College, already open and waiting for your arrival.

You didn’t wait for Idia to move, to say anything. Rather, you let the gem shard (pilfered from one of Kalim’s more recent attempts to win back your attention; the jewel in its entirety had been larger than your balled fist) that you’d stowed away in your sleeve fall into your hand and stabbed the jagged end into his back. You didn’t wait to see if the wound took before breaking into a sprint towards the Hall of Mirrors.

You’d be able to see, later on, that it was far from the best idea you’d ever had. There was a good chance Crowley abandoned any work he might’ve started as soon as you went missing, if he really had found a way to send you hope at all. The injury you’d dealt to Idia was far from fatal, and you’d be in for more than just a few days in the cellar if they caught you, but the desire to get out of here, to go home drowned out your better judgement – leaving your tired mind empty and your body dependent on pure, unadulterated desperation as you ran towards the familiar, pitch-black dome on the outskirts of campus. Your skirt snagged on roots and twigs, your bare feet numb and aching in-turns, but you didn’t dare to slow down, to look behind you. By the time you reached the Hall of Mirrors, your throat was dry, your heart beating in your ears. Thankfully, the door had been left unlocked, and you shouldered your way inside.

The Magic Mirror stood, dark and stoic, in the center of the room. You allowed yourself a single breath of relief, a moment to let the past few months— no, the past three years of your life melt away before moving toward it.

You made it all of two, three steps before something sprung from the darkness and wrapped around your ankle – cutting into your flesh and, with a sudden jerk, dragging you to the floor. You stifled a scream, reflexively moving to tear at your new restraints, but froze when you saw exactly what you were caught in.

A thick braid of vines wrapped around your leg – except they weren’t vines, not really.

They were briars.

Rows upon rows of hooked thorns were embedded into the skin of your calf, drawing blood wherever they made contact. The pain was instant, searing, but you didn’t care – tearing at your bondage even as the thorns bit into your hands, as the rope of briars drew that much tighter. Tears blurred your vision, and so distracted by your own misery and panic, you almost didn’t notice the sound of clipped heels against marble floors, the dark shadow that soon blocked out what little light you had. You didn’t have to look at him. You already knew who it was.

In the end, though, you weren’t given much of a choice.

You really should’ve been more used to that, by now.

A gloved hand caught you by the chin, forcing you to tilt your head back and meet Malleus’ expectant, prying stare. He took a moment to evaluate your ragged dress, the bruising and love-bites painted down your neck before a small smile came to rest over his lips; the barest hint of pointed teeth catching in the moonlight. “And to think, I thought it was only nostalgia drawing me back to this lonely place.” He spared a glance toward the mirror. “And I suppose you plan to use that ancient thing to return to your own world?”

“Malleus,” you gasped his name, hoping that would be enough to communicate the depths of your despair. “I don’t have a lot of time, I— They’re coming for me, and—” You cut yourself off, swallowing harshly. “I want to go home.”

His only response came in the form of a low hum, dull and dismissive. All it took was a snap of his fingers, a certain glint in his narrowed eyes, and the mirror shattered into more pieces than you could ever hope to put back together.

This time, you couldn’t swallow back the ragged sob that tore past your lips, the pathetic noise echoing off the stone walls. You tried to crawl towards the fractured pieces, but Malleus kneeled to your height, letting out a patronizing coo as he wrapped an arm around your midriff, pulling you against his chest and suffocating any possible hope you might’ve had for escape. Distantly, you were aware of a rush of footsteps, of a collar (as heavy as it was useless) snapping shut around your neck, but Malleus didn’t falter. With your limp body in his arms, he pushed himself to his feet, turning to face your captors where they’d clustered in the entryway.

It was Leona who spoke first, predictably. He never could let anyone else be the center of attention. “What do you want, Draconia?”

Malleus, on the other hand, was in no rush, letting his gaze fall back to you. “I was surprised, when I heard of her disappearance. I know how fragile mortal lives could be, but I thought, surely, a human who’d befriended so many powerful mages ought to be a little more enduring.”

After he finished, silence hung heavy in the air. Vil summoned his spell book, and Kalim’s fists clenched at his sides, his jealousy threatening to outweigh his pacifistic nature. None of it would’ve made a difference. If Malleus wanted to, he could reduce them all to ash with little more than a wayward thought. If Malleus wanted to, he wouldn’t need five other conspirators to have you at his mercy.

And yet, he only let out a breath of a laugh, holding you that much closer to his chest. “Then again, if I’d known those powerful mages would struggle to keep watch of such a precious item, I might’ve been less generous.”

“Get to the point.”

This time, he chose to obey. “It seems,” he started, bowing his head and letting his lips brush against your cheek. “As if you’re having trouble keeping this little one in line.”

His grin was wider and more satisfied than you’d ever seen it, before. Looking at him, you could only wonder how you have bothered trying to survive in a world that so clearly wasn’t meant for you.

“Would you consider making use of another pair of hands?”

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[dilatorywriting]

Valentine's Day Special: Let Them Fight

GN!Reader x Malleus Draconia vs. Azul Ashengrotto vs. Vil Schoenheit Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: Who knew that in a world of magic, and mayhem, and outright villainy, that it'd be something as stupid as Valentine's Day that would push these idiots over the edge. Or, Malleus, Azul, and Vil go to war over some chocolates

A/N: This MC/Plot takes place in the Heroes vs Villains universe -- specifically Post-Staff's route, rather than any of our other lovely idiot husbands.

There was always some sort of strange overlap of customs from your world to this one. Halloween seemed to have survived more or less intact (even if it was a bit more, uh, extreme than the subtle evening of giving out treats and dressing as ghosts that you remembered). Winter Holidays were still very much a Thing, even if all other connotations had been stripped from them. Moreover, it was like someone had taken your familiar Earthen calendar and just sort of… mirrored it. Distorted it a bit. Just a lil’ bit more chaos than would have been socially acceptable back home.

So when you made a sly little joke about stocking up on discount chocolates after the Valentine’s Day rush and no one laughed—not even a little chortle, or an irritable eyeroll—you initially thought it was maybe to do with the irrationality of Sam’s Shop ever having a sale to begin with. You had not assumed that, you know, there was no Valentine’s Day at all.

“It’s an important holiday, then? Where you’re from?” Azul mused, busy scribbling endless, chicken scratch, notes in the margins of some form that was probably very important.

“I mean, not really,” you frowned, tossing your Mostro-Branded apron onto its hook. “Maybe. Yes? I don’t really know, actually.”

He hummed and moved to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Well, whatever it is, I’m always looking for new events to host at the Lounge. What exactly is it?”

“It’s a sort of special day for couples. Romance. Lovey-dovey nonsense,” you shrugged, and watched Azul’s finger slip off the slick metal frame of his glasses and nearly take his eye out. You waved off his obvious disgust with a dramatic sigh (I mean, why else would he be so stiff and red?). “Yeah, yeah. I know. It’s ridiculous.”

“I—I never said that!” he spluttered, and then paused to cough into his fist and clear his throat. “It just—I just wasn’t expecting something like that to…”

“Exist?”

He grinned, wry. His cheeks were still a bit too pink. “Precisely.”

“You would have loved my world,” you said. “Very capitalistic. Lots of cash-grab holidays like that.”

Azul laughed.

“I’m sure I would be fond of any place you came from.” He paused, and his expression puckered up a bit miserably—like he really hadn’t intended to express such a sentiment aloud. But he managed to smooth the sharp line of his frown back into that usual, smarmy, smirk of his easily enough. “But either way! Tell me more!” he grinned, reaching forward to grab a stack of blank paper and a fresh pen. “I’d love to hear all about it.”

.

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The next day you were supposed to help the Drama Club start building some stage scenery for their newest play. It was proper grunt work, which was perhaps the only sort of work you were actually qualified for. And Vil always made sure that there were plenty of disgustingly healthy but still quite tasty snacks available for the help to munch on. The food spread alone would have been worth the trip, but on top of that, Vil had made you promise. Practically a blood oath, binding you and your meager free time to the shitty supply closet in the corner of the Auditorium. And as sour as he could be sometimes, you really could never say no to him when he always looked so heart meltingly fond whenever you did agree to while away the hours at his side. That lovely face and even lovelier smile of his were fucking lethal. A war crime, surely, to use it against someone as plain and susceptible to bribery as you were.

But today you were now an idiot on a mission—an idiot determined to spread the joy of a trashy holiday that really probably shouldn’t exist in the first place, let alone in a world where people worshipped storybook villains as veritable deities. And you’d already bought all the molds, and the trays, and you really didn’t have a lot of spare pocket money to begin with, so letting this investment go to waste would not only be a shame, but a terrible business investment.

“What do you mean you’re not coming,” Vil sneered, glaring down his perfectly straight nose at you.

“I really am sorry,” you said, mostly genuine. “But I have something I need to do this afternoon.”

“You’ve made other plans?” he frowned, something a little too unsettled to fit with his usual regality twisting across his expression.

“I have to get ready for Valentine’s Day,” you explained, and his brow tugged down further. Though that earlier twinge of panic seemed to have vanished at least. You pointedly shook your grocery bag full of goodies. “I’m going to make chocolates for everyone.”

“Chocolates?” Vil echoed, confused.

You nodded. “It’s a tradition back home. You give stuff like candy and flowers to the people you care about. Normally it’s a holiday for couples, or whatever. But. Well…”

The ‘I Am Fully Aware That I’m Single as a Pringle, Please Just Let Me Have This One Thing’ was left unsaid, but it hung in the air around your head like a very persistent storm cloud nonetheless. Vil, magnanimously, seemed perfectly happy to ignore the Woe Is Me implications spewing from your mouth. Instead, he leaned forward until he was dipping precariously close into your personal space. His amethyst eyes had lit with blatant interest at your ramblings, and he hummed low in his throat.

“Is that so?” he mused, gaze lidded and warm. “That sounds… intriguing.”

You nodded past the heady scent of his cologne fogging your head. What was it with attractive people, huh? It was so unfair. You don’t get to look and smell good. Pick a lane. Save some dignity for the rest of us.

“So, I promise I’ll help another day. I just have a feeling making chocolates is going to wind up being a lot harder than I think it will.”

Because that’s how it always went in your stupid slice-of-life shows. The poor, harried, protagonist thinking they’re doing a good deed—painstakingly constructing their own, special, homemade goodies for all their important people. Making them with love. And then having it all blow up in their face like a goddamn, cocoa flavored, nuke. Nope. Not you, motherfucker. Your chocolates were going to be divine. You were going to take every, tropey, precaution in the book. And that of course included allotting yourself ample time to make mistakes your masterpiece.

“Of course,” Vil grinned. “How could I possibly begrudge you for wanting to spend your time on something so heartfelt?”

“Thank you,” you blurted, relived. Because at least he got it. Azul had been so ridiculously insistent that you should prepare all your Valentine’s Day wishes as a team. Which was not the point. He’d spent hours last night trying to wheedle his way into your plans—with endless platitudes about ‘business partners always being there for each other,’ and ‘how would he know if he was celebrating to your standards if he wasn’t given a model to work off of first?’ Utter bullshit. He’d probably just wanted free labor.

“Tomorrow, then?” Vil beamed and you nodded.

“Tomorrow,” you confirmed.

“Well, then,” he hummed. “I better get to work as well. I suppose the scenery can wait.”

You nodded in farewell and began the trek back to Ramshackle and its marginally functional kitchens. You hadn’t realized Vil was taking on any new projects, but if it was enough to have him putting off the Club’s activities as well then it must have been pretty important. Maybe he’d get you tickets to it whenever he finished—whatever it was. If there were tickets? How did any of the things he did actually work? Hell if you knew.

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Making chocolates was, in fact, a laughably easy endeavor. And you found yourself cursing every goddamn Shoujo Bullshit Manga under the sun for leading you to think otherwise. The hardest part of the entire thing was fighting off Grim and his wandering paws.

You made up some basic truffles which were, again, stupidly simple. Just some messily chopped chocolate, cream, and a little splash of vanilla to make it Special. Once those were shaped into messy blobs, you dipped them into some more melted chocolate and bam. That was it. That was literally it. You felt like a genius—sitting there mushing up balls of cocoa like high-end playdough.

By 6PM, you had all your little darlings tucked into the refrigerator to harden, all the gauzy, red, boxes lined up on your counter and ready to be filled, and Grim had been placated with an offering of all your dirty mixing bowls. The tiny, demonic, beast was passed out at the dingy kitchen table—one of said bowls wedged onto his head like an astronaut’s helmet. Hopefully it was just a food coma and not, like, an actual coma-coma. Real cats couldn’t eat chocolate, but Grim never really seemed real at all. So hopefully he’d be fine.

You wiped down your cooking space once, twice. Paced up and down the narrow hallway until you were wearing away the already threadbare rugs, and spent way too long just standing in front of the fridge—staring in on your chocolates like a psychotic kidnapper scoping out their next victims.

Eventually you realized that you maybe needed to do something with your evening that wasn’t just creeping on your confections, and set out into the frosty, night, air for a stroll.

Which is, of course, where you ran into your familiar, horned, friend—staring up into the starry sky in a wistful manner that darkened his pale complexion into something nearly ominous. He always looked a bit like that, like something unearthly and detached from the rest of the world.

“Tsunotarou!” you chirped happily, and that adrift-at-sea expression of his melted right off his face.

“Child of Man,” he greeted, inclining his head politely. “I wasn’t expecting to see you this evening.” His brow furrowed, almost confused. “Is it not too cold for you?”

Your breath was, in fact, fogging in front of your face. And you couldn’t really feel your toes anymore. But the electric anticipation of tomorrow was keeping you warm enough. Even if only in spirit.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you waved him off. And then, because you couldn’t help yourself, you leaned forward on your tippytoes and blurted out, “Happy Almost Valentine’s Day!”

“Valentine’s Day?” Malleus repeated back at you, looking like you’d just handed him an unsolvable differential equation.

“It’s a holiday from back home,” you explained for the umpteenth time that day. “And normally I’m not too fussed about it, but this year I’m really excited to give everyone their chocolates!” You grinned. “And you too, of course. I have to make sure I give them to all my important people.”

The furrow between his brows vanished, but the blatant, gaping, confusion remained. He looked like you’d nearly startled him into an early grave.

“I am one of your most important people?” he asked, slow as a tortoise making its way up an incline.

You nodded cheerfully, still bellied by your earlier culinary successes and excellent mood. “Of course you are! We’re friends, aren’t we? And besides. Valentine’s Day is for showing people how much you care about them.”

“What an interesting concept,” he mused, bringing a finger up to tap at his chin. “To think your world had such a heartfelt tradition—it’s quite a lovely surprise.”

You laughed. “If you think the chocolates are special, you should see what some couples do for each other. Rooms full of flowers, fancy date nights—I’m just managing the bare minimum.”

“Couples?” he echoed, and you felt the first teeny, hot, thread of chagrin work its way past your enthusiasm.

“Well, normally Valentine’s Day focuses on, like, romantic things,” you said, averting your gaze just in time to miss the tension lance through his shoulders. “But it can be for all sorts of affection!” you hastily added.

“Is that so…” the Prince hummed. He lifted his pensive gaze once more and stared you down with that weighted intensity that you’d only just recently learned how not to buckle beneath. “And you wish to celebrate this day. With me?”

“…you don’t mind, do you?” you asked, hesitant.

“Of course not, Child of Man,” he beamed, his lips curling up into a smile that put all his too-sharp teeth on display. “But you’ll have to excuse me now, I’m afraid. It seems I have some preparations to undertake this evening.”

“Oh,” you blinked. “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“Yes,” Malleus said. “You will.”

.

.

It was officially Valentine’s Day, and you were ready to begin your mission of forcing your sweets onto every, single, one of your reluctant friends. Let them be pissy and tsundere. You weren’t afraid to weep and proclaim your undying, shounen-talk-no-jutsu, levels of friendship. Okay. Maybe you were a little. But these grouchy bastards had very easily become your grouchy bastards, and so help you God, they would suffer under your affection and they would like it.

There were plenty of small boxes—all nice, neat, corners with little bows perched on top. But you had also prepared a singular, larger, tray. It was cleaner cut than the rest, with bold, contrasting, colors and a simple elegance. You stared it down with a strange sort of disquiet brewing in your gut. Maybe you were being presumptuous. Goodness knows you’d more than dealt with the searing, emotionally destructive, consequences of that before. But all the same…

You squared your shoulders and spent a moment convincing yourself that your spine was quite sturdy—a proper, titanium, support system—and then popped the Big Box into the bag with the others.

Your first stop was Heartslabyul, and you burst through the ornate, crimson, doors like a manic home invader.

“I come bearing gifts,” you proclaimed, merrily doling out the boxes to your favorite idiot duo. You set three more aside, with little labels for Riddle, Trey, and Cater respectively. Normally you wouldn’t trust a dorm full of teenage boys not to devour any scrap of unattended food in sight, but Riddle had long since struck the fear of God into these poor lads. So you figured it’d be safe.

Deuce’s face lit up and he accepted the chocolate with near starry-eyed enthusiasm.

“Are these your holiday presents? Like the Santa Claus?” he asked, looking very much like a bouncy golden retriever preparing itself for congratulatory head pats.

You leaned forward with an indulgent huff to give him his pats. “No. But close enough.”

You pawned off three boxes on Ruggie when he tried to duck past you in the hallway—one for him, one for Leona, and one extra as payment for making him do your dirty work of playing delivery boy to Mister Grump in the first place. You slipped Jack his on the way into Trein’s morning lecture, and managed to press a box into Jamil’s hands before he slunk off to the library. Kalim cheered so loudly when you handed him one that your ears started to ring.

And then trouble arrived in the form of two, slippery, eels draping themselves across your shoulders. Normally the destructive duo seemed to act on their own prerogative, but on this fortuitous morning their Lord and Master was surprisingly not too far behind.

“Shrimpy!~” Floyd trilled, dragging you into a one-armed hug that was really more of a slightly-less-aggressive headlock than anything else. “Azul says you came up with this stupid holiday! And he made us work all day yesterdayto put together stuff for the Lounge! It’s not fair!”

Your legs shook under the weight of the new tumor that had made its home on your back.

“Now, Floyd,” Jade chirped. All finely manicured cruelty. “If you’re to blame anyone for going overboard with this entire situation, you ought to lay the fault on our fearless leader.” His bi-colored eyes flashed, amused. “Isn’t that right, Azul?”

Said ‘fearless leader’ looked like he was sucking on a lemon. He glared bitterly at his subordinate, seeming to share an entire, silent, argument with him, before turning back on you with a heavy sigh and the barest hint of angry flush in his cheeks.

“Prefect,” he grinned past his obvious discomfort, all sparkling, white, teeth. “I have to thank you for sharing so much information about this ‘Valentine’s Day’ of yours. It’s such a unique event, and it seems like our preparations at the Lounge are already being received incredibly well.”

“That’s good,” you nodded, trying and failing to shrug the Leech off your shoulders. “I’m glad I could help.”

Azul hummed under his breath, his eyes darting away for a moment. His glasses reflected the muted light of the hall in an odd way—making it difficult to read his expression. He cleared his throat and when he looked back up at you, the tips of his ears had gone pink.

“You’re more than welcome to come by, of course,” he beamed, suave as could be.

“I mean,” you blinked. “I would hope so. I work there.”

Floyd let out a bark of laughter and Jade snickered into his glove. The pleasant pink tinting Azul’s skin was heating to a near sunburned red. He looked down and coughed into his fist.

“Yes…” he mumbled. “I—I’m aware. But what I meant is… What I meant—” He frowned. It was a tight, pouty, little thing that scrunched up his entire face. That mottled red had spread to the bridge of his nose.

“I do believe what Azul is trying to say,” Jade stepped in, clearly taking some sort of pity on his tongue-tied friend. Or perhaps pity was the wrong word for it, seeing how smug he looked, “is that he would like to invite you to the event personally. As an honored guest, not an employee.”

“Oh,” you blinked, startled. Then hesitated, cautious on instinct. There was always some sort of catch to the Octomer’s kindness. “I don’t know if I could afford whatever fancy thing you’ve thrown together.”

“You wouldn’t be paying for it,” Azul assured you, some of that sickly flush having finally started to recede from his cheeks. You hoped he was feeling alright. “You’ve contributed more than enough for the day. It would be on the house.”

Jade loudly cleared his throat and Azul huffed, eyes sliding away yet again.

“I would be paying,” he finally mumbled. And then, even quieter, “As I believe is the custom.”

Just as you were about to thank him for his startling bought of generosity (and also ask after his health, because between the weird, pink, tinge to his skin and the aforementioned generosity, clearly somethingwas out of sorts with him), you noticed a sneaky hand working its way into your bag of goodies, and you immediately were on the defensive.

“Hey!” you snapped, spinning out of Floyd’s stranglehold. “You only get one!”

“Then I want the really big one!” he demanded, making grabby motions at it.

“No!” you squeaked, and clutched it protectively to your chest. The trio looked at you with varying degrees of surprise and you cleared your throat awkwardly. “This one—This one is special.”

“Oh?” Jade cooed, eyes flickering back towards Azul, who seemed determined to look absolutely anywhere else. “Is it now?”

“Awww,” Floyd whined. “That’s no fair! Who’s it for, anyways?!”

You gripped the box tighter and now it was your turn to stiffly avert your eyes down to the ugly carpet. “It’s not—I’m not—” you cleared your throat and forced the jitter from your voice. “I’m not ready to give it to him yet.”

The silence that followed was absolutely the worst thing you’d experienced in a long, long, time. Overblots and all. You could practically hear your blood pounding in your ears. You were just about to turn and beat a hasty retreat when a familiar, snappish, voice called your name from the other side of the corridor.

“There you are, potato,” Vil huffed, coming to stand at your side and bodily inserting himself between you and your tormentors. He met Azul’s petulant sneer with a frankly terrifying one of his own. “What are you doing here? I thought we agreed you’d be eating lunch with me today.”

You remembered no such thing, but if it got you out of this verbal minefield of a conversation, you were more than willing to take the claim at face value.

“Apologies,” Azul cut in with all his usual, mafioso, flair. “But the Prefect will be taking their afternoon meal at the Mostro Lounge today.”

“Is that so?” Vil hummed, sounding positively venomous.

“Unless you think you can make an offer good enough to sway them otherwise,” Azul chirped, equally as unpleasant.

Vil laughed—cold and sharp as crystal. It was the most elegant display of blatant irritation you’d ever seen.

“Of course you’d only consider this entire situation on a transactional basis,” he drawled, entirely unimpressed. Azul flinched and his expression screwed up into something near petulant. “I would expect no less. Are you planning to lock them into a contact too, hmm? Sign away everything in formal, sterile, terms?” Vil crossed his arms, and you were reminded sharply once more how very, very lucky you were to not be on his bad side (even if you hadn’t realized before all this that Azul apparently was on said bad side. You had no idea they disliked each other so terribly). “I really hadn’t expected you to have a single, romantic, bone in your body, and yet somehow I’m still disappointed to be proved so entirely correct.”

Azul looked ready to explode, and even though Jade and Floyd and melted back into the shadows at the start of this entire encounter, the pair of them were starting to look a bit murderous too—like sharks lazily circling the dark, ocean, depths.  

“Don’t you think you deserve better?” Vil asserted, turning back to face you with a soft cant of the head. You blinked back in shock.

“Uh,” you gaped, absolutely fucking lost.

And then, like a beacon of unrivaled, black-drenched, hope, you spotted Malleus making his way down the hallway. He was flanked by his trio of housemates-cum-pseudo-bodyguards. Normally you tried to leave him alone when his rabid, green-haired, guard dog was yipping at his heels, and on top of that, the idea of using your classmates’ ingrained fear of the Fae Prince to your own advantage upset your rather staunch sensibilities. But this was an emergency.

“Tsunotarou!” you called, and it absolutely sounded like the cry for help it was.

He perked up immediately and you watched him nearly crash to a standstill. And then his sharp, neon, gaze locked on the dueling Housewardens circling you like a pair of snapping wolves, and his merry expression shuttered into something positively glacial. Which was—Fuck. I mean. Come on. What the fuck was going on today—

“Child of Man,” he droned, crossing the short distance with all the grace of the near-mythical, arcane, master that he was. His posture was more collected and regal than you’d ever seen it, and he loomed all the taller for it.

Azul and Vil had gone tense at your side, one certainly more so than other. The Octomer looked incredibly unsettled at Malleus’s sudden arrival, but Vil just looked angrier. It was the sort of unpleasantness that bloomed whenever someone challenged him or his competencies over and over—inevitably pushing the normally composed beauty into an indignant rage.

“Happy Day of Valentine’s,” Malleus continued, slotting himself firmly into the veritable territory dispute going down. “Are you quite alright?”

No, you wanted to wail. No! I’m so confused! I have no idea what’s going on! I just wanted to give my friends chocolates!

But you never managed to get those words or any others past your lips, because Sebek Zigvolt shot to his master’s side with all the speed of the lightning for which he was so named, and immediately began to scream.

“HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT THE YOUNG MASTER’S AFTERNOON ROUTINE!” he shrieked at the top of his very impressive lungs.

You weren’t sure if he was howling at you (very likely) or just anyone who wasn’t Malleus, but Jade took the opportunity to slink forward from the shadows with a sharp tut-tut.

“Perhaps none of you deserve the Prefect’s special attentions,” he piped in, sounding very much like someone intentionally throwing a cannister of gasoline onto an already roaring fire. “Or any chocolates at all—let alone the ones set aside for someone special.”

At this, silence once more rang through the corridor and you wanted to throttle that stupid eel.

“There is a special box?” Malleus asked first, brow shooting up as his expression tugged with… something.

“I—I mean, I made all of yours special!” you defended, holding the wrapped treasure tightly to your chest. “But… I guess. Yes. There’s one that’s a little bigger than the others.”

At this, all three Housewardens exchanged pointed looks.

Jade smiled serenely once more, and then continued his absolute massacre upon your person.

“Yes, indeed,” he nodded. “And our dearest Prefect only just mentioned that—hmm. How did you word it? Ah. That’s right. ‘I’m not ready to give it to him yet.’”

The trio tensed. All looking absolutely ready to pounce. At—at what, you had no idea.

“Perhaps,” the wretch mused, “it would be best for you all to temper your rage until the victor is decided, hmm?” He paused to tap at his chin for a moment, and then his lips split into a mean, jagged, grin. “Afterwards? Well, I suppose that whole cheery sentiment about ‘love and war’ still holds true.”

You gulped, feeling startlingly like Jade had just tried to serve you up on a silver platter.

But when neither Azul, Vil, or Malleus made any further moves to murder each other… well. As sacrificial as it all felt, at least it must have worked.

The rest of the day passed in a tense sort of fugue. You certainly hadn’t expected your attempts at bringing some holiday cheer to Night Raven to go so… Uh…

But either way, you managed to survive through the rest of the afternoon, and before you knew it, all that remained of all your tireless efforts and good will was the Special Box. The big one. The one that you’d put together with extra care and hopes for better things. You glared down at it for a moment, feeling sweat starting to bead over your palms. But you couldn’t chicken out now. Not after you’d come so far! Everyone was acting so strange, and it was all so weird. And as much as that unfamiliarity had your teeth on edge and your hackles raised, you didn’t want to regret not giving out the last of your well-made sweets.

Well, here goes nothing, you frowned. You took a deep breath, willed yourself to be brave, and smiled your biggest smile.

“Here,” you beamed, more than a little shy and still a bit horrified by whatever pissing match had been going down earlier in the day, and finally offered the grandest of your chocolate boxes to the man standing opposite you.

Divus Crewel accepted your offering daintily, plucking at the crisp, sharp, wrapping with his crimson gloves. He arched one of his thin brows at you and you fought the nervous heat rising in your cheeks.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you blurted. “I know it’s not a thing here, but I thought it’d be nice.”

The second eyebrow joined the first—practically jumping all the way up into his fringe.

“I appreciate the gesture. Though from what I understand of all the garish advertising I’ve seen for Mostro Lounge’s new event, I assumed this was a holiday for romantic overtures,” he intoned, wry.

You spluttered and waved your hands furiously. “I mean! Normally! Yes! But also…” You trailed off, fighting the urge to fidget. “If you don’t have a—a, well, someone, then Valentine’s is just a nice excuse to give something to people you care about.” You averted your gaze and lost the battle to twist your fingers into your jacket sleeves. “My family used to give me chocolates every year. So. I thought I could… Well…” you trailed off on a grumble, embarrassed.

Crewel sighed and popped the lid off the box. He plucked two truffles from their casing—keeping one for himself and handing you the other.

“Well, then. A very happy Valentine’s to you, Prefect,” he droned and popped the chocolate into his mouth with a thoughtful hum.

You lit up like a Christmas tree and happily gobbled up your own treat. So distracted were you by the one-two-punch combo of the delicious sugar and even sweeter taste of your Professor’s approval that you almost entirely missed the pointed glare he shot over your shoulder.

“I appreciate your regard,” he said, loud. Sharp. And like he wasn’t talking to you at all. “And while I’m certain that if you do pick a ‘someone’ for yourself to celebrate with in the following years, they’ll have to work very hard to be worthy of such a gift, hmm?” His lip curled unpleasantly, in direct contrast to the indulgent warmth that had been tugging at his expression only a moment before. “I could hardly allow you to waste such a thoughtful gesture on someone unworthy.”

The Octavinelle Housewarden had the decency to look at least a little panicked—his face going pale and gaunt from where he was shrinking into his high collar. There was a frantic look about him, like he was trying to weigh the cost-benefit ratio of going up against his professor in his head, and realizing that he was stupidly, willfully, walking right into a lose-lose situation. And that, sadly—miserably—he was going to keep doing just that. The other two, however, looked entirely undeterred. Schoenheit curled his lip right back at him, more than ready to duke it out here and now, and Crewel fought the urge to remind the blonde that he was the adult in this situation, thank you very much. The adult who could very well revoke the Warden’s access to his Alchemy Labs as it suited him. The very alchemy labs that he knew Vil had been using to concoct all kinds of new, personalized, gifts for you. Draconia simply looked on with that unnervingly ancient, green, leer of his. Like he was staring down a particularly fascinating game. The Fae Prince was the most unsettling of the trio, if only because that while Crewel was more than confident enough in his abilities to subdue his other wayward students, fighting off an Immortal, All Powerful, Dragon was going to require at least a little bit of prep work.

Divus Crewel sighed, and it rattled all the way out from the marrow of his bones.

“Come, then,” he rumbled, directing you to follow him back into his office. “It’s not chocolates, but I probably have some of those ridiculous cookies of yours lying around somewhere.” Which he did. Boxes upon boxes of them. Tucked away special for whenever you came to visit. Not that he’d ever willingly admit that, even under the pain of death.

Your eyes went wide and warm as you positively beamed.

It was rotten work, certainly. He shot one, last, warning glare down the hall at the trio of infatuated interlopers as he firmly shut his office door behind you and your absolute oblivious idiocy. He’d do it. Of course he would. But, Christ alive. He was going to need a stronger drink.

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Fluff/crack hc

Dorm leaders get Kabedon by an S/O who didn't know they kabedon'd the Dorm leaders cus Yuu wanted to get their attention and say something they deemed important

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! Studying in another country is taking a lot more out of me than I thought it would, and I've been pretty drained of motivation ;;;;. Hopefully it gets better once I get more used to living here and used to being so far from my friends and family, but I'll see where it takes me! I do see all the requests and I'm very grateful for all your support and kind comments- they're all getting be through these times <<3333 I couldn't thank you all enough for your support and I'll get back into my groove soon I hope!

Riddle:

"-and as of right now, there are currently fifteen students who have told me that they will be unable to complete their tasks necessary for the upcoming unbirthday party which, unfortunately, means-" He rambled, shuffling the impressive amount of papers he was currently holding in his arms- all annotated and marked appropriately and according by date and subject. He was walking through the main hallway with the prefect after classes and was currently incredibly stressed about the events that had unfolded since he woke up. 

First, he had gotten several messages about things that had gone wrong yesterday due to a brutal storm that had run its way through his dorm overnight; consisting of ripped-up bushes, frightened animals, and overturned tables (not to mention the countless roses that had been plucked from their homes and thrown about the area). That was followed by multiple complaints about food being stolen from the kitchen (he was confident that the culprit was a certain red-headed card soldier who had been getting on his nerves day in and day out since his arrival at NRC). Following that, many students had told him that they were sick and unable to perform their duties for the day. 

Riddle felt as though his head was going to explode from stress, and he found himself rambling to the one person on campus who he felt was sane enough to understand his inner turmoil. 

"Riddle!" He gasped when his back met the cold stone wall and a hand was placed beside his head. All his worries seemed to be ripped away from him as his brain as the only thing he could focus on was the rapid thrumming of his heart beneath his uniform and how close his friend was. His mouth opened and closed for a moment as he felt his face heat up. He felt as though he couldn't breathe from the close proximity. 

"Finally," They sigh, leaning back and giving him some room to catch some much-needed air. "I was telling you that we passed the cafeteria. You mentioned that you didn't eat lunch."

"Right..." He mumbles, his voice much too small for his liking. They back away and, for a moment, Riddle wishes that those few moments of suffocation would last just a little bit longer. The more he reflects on it, the quicker his heart beats. His hands begin to tremble and he barely notices when more and a few papers slip from his grasp and fall to the floor. His face heats up once more and his breathing becomes erratic the more he looks at the prefect, the sensation becoming too intense before he finds himself stammering something about a text from Trey and running off, leaving the poor prefect in a confused daze behind him with only the echo of his heels clicking behind him.  

Leona:

He was currently trying to nap beneath the large canopy of a tree nestled deep within the botanical garden. The warmth of the sun seeped in through the vast windows that were cut in a way that decorated small patches of the ground around in the shades of the rainbow, highlighting the bright hues of the tropical flowers that he was surrounded by. He was skipping class again, as per usual, after having been victim to a three-hour-long call from his family. All he wanted to do was to rest in the small patch of grass that he'd claimed as his own and sleep until it was dinner- which wouldn't be for another five hours from then. 

He had found the most perfect spot- just hidden away from any prying eyes and surrounded by the scent of the nearby flowers, but not close enough to get sprayed by the water that would rain down when the sprinklers went off. He had just closed his eyes when he caught a familiar smell lurking in the bushes. 

"What do you want, herbivore?" He groans, peeking an eye open and squinting against the bright light. The human stands over him, hands on their hips as they cast a shadow over his form. 

"Ruggie sent me!" The beastman rolls his eyes and allows the opened one to slip closed once more. "Come on, Leona! You can't miss another class..."

"Why not?" He scoffs, rolling onto his side so he was facing away from them. He feels their hand land on his shoulder and tug lightly in an attempt to get him to look at them once more which, of course, fails. He can admire their determination in most situations, but in this kind of scenario, he can't help but feel annoyed at their insistence. 

"You have to graduate at some point!" Leona sighs and rolls over, making the human slip with a yelp that makes his eyes shoot wide open as he finds himself directly under the prefect. He smirks and tries to ignore the way his stomach flutters at their proximity. 

"Is this how you want to wake me up?" Leona chuckles. "You're awfully brave, stomping into the lion's den." He basks in their flustered expression before flipping the roles, successfully pushing them onto the dirt and laughing loudly at the way their face morphs into something much more intense than it was previously. 

"Leona..." Their quiet, flustered voice reaches his ears and he tilts his head, sitting back on his heels and allowing them to sit up, barely catching their embarrassed stammers and excuses before they run back into the gardens, disappearing between the bushes. 

He chuckles and leans back into the grass, finally able to take the nap he so desperately wished for. 

Azul:

He was currently hunched over his desk, well past the hours when he should have been showered and in bed. The rest of the Mostro Lounge was dead silent aside from the soft sounds of bubbles that emanated from the hallway and the occasional clink as he bumped into his glass of water, which bumped into the inkwell of his bonefish pen. The only other sounds that echoed throughout the room was the scratching of his pen and the occasional drawn-out sigh from the merman as he slaved away at his desk. 

His entire body ached and his eyes felt as though they were being weighed down with lead, but he had to finish the final budgeting for the lounge before dawn. If not, then he would be behind on all the other work that he had to get done- such as ordering supplies and creating menus for the next month and a half, as well as filing any reports for damages caused by rowdy guests or the notorious eel that would throw things when he had gotten into one of his moods or would draw on plates when he felt like it. 

He didn't even feel when he had dozed off, only knowing that he had blinked for a little too long before he was spun around and roughly jostled out of his dazed state. He blinks widely up at the person who currently had their hands on either side of his desk, effectively trapping him between them and the piece of furniture. Their proximity alone was enough to wake him up, leaving the mer feeling as though he'd just been plunged into the water of the Coral Sea. 

For a moment his mind was racing with thoughts about how he currently looked- he was sure that his glasses were askew (and likely smudged due to his slow, sleepy movements), his hair was probably a mess; sticking up out of his head in each and every direction, and his uniform was comprised of nothing more than his loosely buttoned white shirt and his untied bowtie that hung loosely over his shoulders. 

On the other hand, he couldn't focus on anything more than the little details he could never really see of the prefect- the way their lip juts out when they're nervous, the little lines in the corners of their eyes from when they smiled, and even the way their hair framed the face that he would watch day in and day out. 

Once his brain clicked, he scrambled for some sort of purchase, effectively tipping his chair back and making his head hit the desk with a thud as pain shot down his spine from the impact. He hit the ground with a groan before the prefect helped him up, walking with him back to his room to nurse his injury. He couldn't tell if his face was burning and his heart was constricting from embarrassment or affection, but he decided that he couldn't care either way. 

Kalim:

"But then we could find some new animals to add to the dorm! It would be fun, right?" The heir was currently trying to brainstorm ideas on how to make his dormmates seem less... drained. For the past couple of weeks, due to finals, he noticed how exhausted many of them were. His concern arose when some of them even turned down dinner in favor of studying or sleep. He wasn't exactly sure how he could help them, considering that the most he's been able to offer thus far was a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on, as well as festivals and parties (that many of the students also declined). He was at a loss for what to do until he decided to do some research, which lead him on a tangent in his room, late into the hours of the night. The windows were wide open, which allowed some moonlight to creep in and join the warm light of the magically-lit lanterns and the quiet music that played off his phone- now cast onto his bed and long forgotten in his whirlwind of planning. 

"I really don't think that animals would help much," The prefect sighed. That makes him stand still for a moment, sighing and casting a sad glance over to the former. He continues to pace, mumbling different ideas out loud and hoping that they would pick up on at least a little bit of what he was saying. Before he knows it, he's yelling excitedly and practically skipping around his spacious room, hands flailing as he jabbers about possible plans to improve his dormmates' wellbeing. He doesn't even notice when the prefect begins to call his name. 

"But if it doesn't work, then what?" He finishes, taking a deep breath to look over at them. He takes notice of the concerned look on their face, his energy instantly dissipating as he rushes to their side. "What's wrong? You look sad..." 

"I'm not sad, Kali. I'm just a little worried. You're not responsible for everyone's happiness," They explain and Kalim feels his heart shatter as confusion clouds his brain. 

"I'm..." He pauses and smiles, letting out a short, silent laugh. "I'm a dorm leader! I have to!" 

He gasps when he feels himself trapped suddenly against his wardrobe, cutting off his train of thought roughly as he sucks in a deep breath. 

"What are you...?"

"So you'll finally listen to what I'm saying!" 

He nods and tries to ignore the feeling in the back of his mind that begs him to squirm. He has been close to the prefect before, yes, but never for a long enough period of time. He'd only done it to help them learn how to do the dances of his hometown, or when he would clean up with them (or attempt to, at least). But this felt completely different from all those times before...

"I'm... listening," He breathes softly after a long pause, making his friend back away for a moment. In that split second, he desperately wishes that he could be as smooth as the princes in all the fairytales he'd grown up reading and pull them back, fighting back the urge to get closer to them once more. 

Vil:

"In just a moment," Vil murmured, leaning in closer to the mirror that sat at his desk. The lights would have been blinding if thy hadn't reflected off his light violet eyes so brightly and highlighted each and every product that he layered on his perfect skin. He had a meeting in just an hour, and he was already running behind schedule. His dearest friend, the prefect, was currently lounging on his bed, sprawled out and scrolling on their phone while he focused on perfecting his makeup for the undoubtedly long and boring few hours he had ahead of him. 

"Vil-" They whined loudly and, in the corner of his eye, he could watch them dramatically throw their arms in the air and flopping them beside their head as they look into his eyes from the background. 

"It won't be long, I promise!"

"Nonsense," He sighs. He couldn't deny that he was hungry and, normally, he was practical about his eating schedule. He ate three square meals, and carried around a healthy snack for if he felt as though he needed something extra to get him through the day. Today, however, he had skipped lunch due to rehearsal, and he was certainly feeling the effects now. He could always ignore this and opt to eat at a later time, perhaps once the meeting was over and he could grab something quick from a nearby restaurant. 

He turned to face them, only to notice that they were hovering over him and had slammed their hands on his desk loudly, startling him slightly as he jolted. He was surprised, if he was being honest- he wasn't expecting this type of reaction to come from the sweet, sweet prefect. 

He sighs, looking up at them with an eyebrow quirked and a small smile on his face as he observes their annoyed expression, before watching as that expression shifts from annoyance to realization to embarrassment. 

"Are these the lengths you're truly willing to go to?" He chuckles, determined to turn the tables. He leans in, enjoying the way the prefect seems caught like a deer in headlights. He leans back and goes back to his makeup, making eye contact with them in the mirror and smiling once more. "Nevertheless, you'll have to wait."

He can barely catch their groan filled with disbelief and annoyance before he continues on his work. 

Idia:

"But if I log in for the rest of the week, I should still be at the top of the charts, right? But then, my next problem would be that I hadn't grinded for enough lucky stars yet!" Idia was currently pacing in his room, ranting to his newfound friend as they sat on his bed, listening to his problems eagerly as he carried on. "If I log in, I'll be caught up, but not caught up enough to get the new SSR+ that everyone else probably already has!" He throws his hands up in the air, noticing how, out of the corner of his eye, his firey hair lit up the room in shades of amber as he got more and more worked up. "I mean, how unfair is that? I have to go to school! They prob don't even have to do that or dorm leader stuff, so that's exactly how they got ahead of me! Which sucks!" 

"Idia..."

"I mean, I've been playing this game since the release and suddenly all these Magicam normies suddenly get the sneak on me because they just joined? I'm glad the fanbase is growing but I mean come on!"

"Idia!"

"And then they're completely mischaracterizing them! Like, absolutely butchering the characters! Shadow isn't all gloomy all the time- he actually has a soft spot for his teammates which is so cool and also such a big thing for them to ignore!"

"Idia Shroud!"

"And I saw on Magicam that they were completely ignoring the plot and the character development- like, in Blade's SSR+ that was released last year, she clearly mentions the main plot and how much it changed her as a person! And people still have the audacity to ignore her!" He was pacing more quickly now, rambling so quickly that he already felt his mouth going dry. The headphones around his neck blasted the ambient music from the paused game on his PC, but he could care less after seeing one particular post that got him worked up. 

He felt himself getting pushed to the wall as he stared down at the prefect in shock, his hair turning a bright crimson as his face went a similar shade. He stammered for a moment before biting his lip to shut himself up, feeling the way his heart hammered in his chest and made his head dizzy as the world around him spun. 

He was being kabedon-ed. 

Just like in all his shows. 

"Th-this-"

"I asked if you wanted something to eat," He could only muster a nod before he gulps, biting his lip once more as he gasps for air and his knees go weak. "Idia."

"How did I-," He murmurs, suddenly feeling faint. "-get this route?" Idia whispered the last word as he felt his entire body go limp as he passed out. 

Malleus:

He had been more than fortunate to have made such a close friend- one he can call his first in his very long life thus far. As of recently, however, he'd noticed that his affections had become more than simple friendship- the seeds have been planted within the cold thorn walls of his heart and had begun to blossom into fragrant roses that constricted his chest and dominated his every waking thought. More often than not, he had been able to surpass this feeling that had consumed him, placing on his mask of contentedness whenever they would look his way wearing the smile that would make his heart melt and the fireflies that would often surround him fly a little faster in bright yellow streaks against his pale skin and ivory hair that framed his narrow face. 

Now had been one of those moments. They were currently exploring the forest around campus, and Malleus finally had the opportunity to show the prefect a small meadow hidden just outside of the sports field- a bustling meadow, filled with wildflowers that sprouted out of the ground and painted the scenery in all the colors of the rainbow and insects buzzing from flower to flower contentedly. He cast a longing glance over to the human, smiling softly at their awed expression- mouth hanging open as their eyes were so wide he could practically see the entire meadow reflected against their irises. 

He had wished so desperately to capture this moment in a little bubble, to place it upon a pedestal in his treasure room and gaze at it whenever the nights seem to be too long. Oh, how he wished he could hold their face in his own hands and that the chill of his skin wouldn't give them a shock. He longed to live with them in this meadow- perhaps run far away from his life of nobility to do just that. 

He could practically feel it- the warmth of the sun against his face and the weight of the world lifted off his shoulders as they forage for berries- perhaps they would even take a small nap among the flower fae living in the area, only to wake at sunset and move to make a warm meal together in the small kitchen of their cottage. 

Suddenly, he's trapped between a small tree with the human in question practically pinning him against it. His eyes widen for a moment as his mind freezes, struggling to understand the sudden proximity. 

"Mal-" Before they could finish their sentence, he had vanished in a cloud of fireflies, leaving the concerned human dazed and alone in the middle of the field. 

From that point onwards, Malleus was forced to endure Lilia's incessant teasing about his reaction.

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[universaln0b0dy]

Monster [Twisted wonderland x reader]

[Summary]: What if there was someone that could Overblot at will and control it? Well you as a magicless student can. You absorb the Overblot around you and use it. Lucky for you it has nothing to feast on, so you also won't loose your mind, because once it's used up, it's used up. You kept that hidden from everyone, but now your lover is in danger and you will protect him.

[Note]: Not grammar checked- (Leona, Floyd and Rook)

Leona:

Azul overblotted, that was clear. His giant octopus form being the biggest proof. Your eyes wander around as you try to find a way to stop him, you had done this two times already, it shouldn't be so hard to do it a third time after all.

Everyone around you was fighting and you wanted to fight too, but they would consider you a monster once they saw what you could turn into. You watched Leona, he was someone you would consider "more than best friends", though you didn't have the guts to ask him if he felt the same.

He was struggling, after all it seemd like Azul used all his pent up anger against him. You wouldn't blame him, Leona was the one who destroyed the contracts after all, that didn't mean you liked it.

Ace threw an attack which Azul dodged with great elegance, causing it to hit Leona. Such a simple mistake caused him to be smashed against a wall.

You suck in your breath and Azul takes this chance to overkill. You see him move in slow mo towards Leona, you would never reach him in time, not in this form.

You don't even notice you have transformed, you don't notice the heavy steps behind you, you only focus on Leona in hopes of making sure he wouldn't be damaged more than he was at the moment.

Your fist collides with Azuls face. You still couldn't use magic, but your physical abilities were higher when average.

Azul staggers, but no one looks at him, everyone looks at you, you the magicless student that just over blotted. "WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING? CONTINUE FIGHTING!" You screech. Everyone starts to continue fighting and you look at Leona.

He stares at you in horror and you feel your heart throb. You probably had ruined all your chances with him you ever had..........

Floyd:

No one knew how you two got together, but one thing was for sure he would run into the flames for you, you of course would do the same. As soon as he heard that you were stuck in Scarabia he came running and at this very moment, Jamil's Overblot he stood next to you willing to fight. You both made a good team, but even the best of teams had a hard time against Jamil.

"FLOYD WATCH OUT!" You yell as you see one of the magical attacks charge towards him. He dodged it, but he wouldn't be able to dodge the second one, you knew that.

You had tried to keep your Overblot form hidden to the best of your abilities, but you threw all of that out of the window as soon as you realised that Floyd could get hurt. You transformed mid jump, taking the hit in Floyd's stet. It didn't hurt as much as you thought if would, though that was probably because you weren't a normal human at the moment.

Jamil looked at you in horror as you stand in front of him. "How about with someone your own size?" You mutter out, charging forward. Everyone who saw you both fight would call this a fight between giants, but you didn't care about that. You had revealed your biggest strength to Jamil and because of that made yourself vulnerable. You had to make sure you wouldn't get controlled by him.

You bit your lip, if he managed to get you your friends wouldn't have to fight one, but two Overblots. Why hadn't you thought this through?

Jamil caught himself pretty quickly, the others still stared. They looked at you as if you were a monster. Okay, you were. You sigh heavily, before charging towards Jamil, your thoughts only focusing on Floyd.

Hopefully he would only be angry at the fact that you didn't tell him and not consider you a horrible monster....

Rook:

He was an eccentric bastard. Maybe that is the reason you liked him so much and it surprised you hs hadn't picked up on your crush on him for now. Maybe he was too focused on Vil to care about your itty bitty crush on you.

You look up at the gigantic monster, before focusing on the smaller figure. Just a few minutes ago everyone had been enjoying the festival and then someone over blotted. Vil the most composed person you had ever met had over blotted and not even Rooks endless love for him were able to stop him.

You tried your best to dodge the attacks and if you hadn't loved him you would have probably slapped Rook across the face, because he had nothing but compliments for Vil.

You didn't worry about the attacks that were send Rooks way, after all he had no problem dodging all of them. You look at the others, would one ov them need your help? Ace was pretty damaged the same went for the rest of your friends.

You were seriously contemplating about whether to turn into your Overblot form or not, Vil was horrible to fight after all, even worse than Jamil. Your legs already hurt from all the running you did.

Maybe that's why you weren't fast enough to dodge the next attack. You were kinda waiting for the magic to hit you and something did hit you, but it wasn't magic.

"Mon dieu, Trickster are you alright?" Someone coughed out. You open your eyes and look into Rooks, he seemed to have pushed you out of the dangers way, taking most of the damage.

"Why did you do that?" You stammer out, your cheecks flushing red as he was still on top of you. "Isn't that what you're supposed to do when you like someone?" He joked, laughing brightly. You couldn't help but admire him, if you had been hit you probably would have passed out.

"Oh Rook, you shouldn't have done that. Now I have to protect you." You try to playfully mumble, but it sounded more like: "oh, ... shouldn't done.... protect you..." But the blonde smiled with a knowing grin. He rolled away from you leaving you to do your business.

You didn't know why you expected him to not know about your Overblot, but it made you happy to know that he still seemed to like you despite that.....

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[luminous-letters]

Can you write the dorm leaders realizing they find mc attractive?

i'm so sorry. first, for answering late. and second, for not being able to include riddle and vil. (it actually took me a lot more time to write those two, but it always end up horribly. so i had to scrap them. that was also part of the reason why i was working on this for so long.)

but please let me know if it isn't to your liking anon 😭

At what point in a relationship does one party find the other attractive? It could be as quick as a heartbeat, a single glance. It could be longer than a month, or long enough to watch the whites of winter thaw into the greens of spring.

What does being attractive mean to them? A face? A body? A surface-level understanding? Or gravitation to what lies deeper than bone, an understanding that pierced through the soul.

Five months.

A pretty face... Leona's seen many across the years. In all shapes, sizes, colors or form, each of them were as magnificent and lustrous as gemstones. But few could make a mark as lasting as yourself.

He should've known it when an herbivore like you came waltzing into his territory. He should've known it the moment you made a lion's den your home. He should've known sooner that you were just so damn...you.

You had metaphorical balls of steel, just prancing like some doe in a pit full of predators. All while staring them down too.

You were annoying, unrelenting and so painfully stupid that it almost made him cry. Almost.

It all started with chanced meetings made more frequent. Then he'd notice more details about you than before.

Your head, your lips, your fingers... Then he'd start smelling things that were too hidden to be perceived. Monday... A faint scent of lavender. Tuesday— lilacs. Wednesday— citrus...?

He began to anticipate it more and more. Until a whole five months passed, then he was sure.

"This may come to you as a surprise...but, I like you."

Three months.

Azul had long been jealous of beauty. Bodies that folk adore, a tail that could swim the fastest, and a face that could make the crowds swoon and fall at their feet.

And he's seen plenty of those, more than he could count. He was an avid collector, of trinkets and admirable qualities alike. He wanted them all. He deserved them all.

And he could've had it all if it weren't for you meddling kids. You foolhardy buffoons that, by chance, managed to stop his journey to omnipotence!

But enough of that, for he was now a changed man.

Now that he thought about it, you weren't as dense as your peers. You needed a decently sharp mind to be able to make sense of his plans, much more to be able to stop it.

What a fine investment that would be. And connections to powerful people as well? My, my, this day just keeps getting better and better.

But when he would expect a witty response, you'd answer with points that barely made sense. And when he was sure you'd elicit some unprompted stupidity, you'd quip with the most sound and foolproof ideas he's ever heard. How vexing. How vexing, indeed.

He wants a bit more information... Yes just that. But the chances of it spiraling into something more... It completely slipped his mind.

"I have an offer you possibly cannot refuse."

Thirty seconds.

Kalim was an easy-going soul, carefree and sheltered since the day he was born into this world. So of course it was easy for him to fall for someone.

It was no surprise that he gets so attracted so easily. Be it an object, a pet, or another person, Kalim was almost immediately gushing and cooing the moment he decided that, 'Yes! This is the one!'

That thirty seconds, from start to finish, was utterly beautiful. He felt like the entire cosmos exploded inside him. Suddenly, he felt vitality surge through his veins, he felt like he wanted to scream to the world.

The jewels, the golds and silvers, the relics worth millions that lay in his treasury were but grains in comparison to you. He wanted to show you the world, the beauty of it.

He wanted to show you the oranges of the sunset skies, the glittering azure of the oases and the caramel dunes of sands that stretched as far as the eye could see.

"I want to dance forever, sing and laugh forever. And I think it would be a lot better if we do it together."

Two years.

Idia doesn't care about looks— or anything, in general. As long as he's got good internet and Ortho around, there's nothing he should worry about.

Love... How complex it was. It was easier to understand the gibberish codes of machine than emotion— emotion which was spontaneous and ever-changing.

He doesn't need a player two.

He was perfectly fine on his own. He's been doing it for the past years, so what's the difference? 99.99% he would do better solo-ing everything, ±.01 margin of error.

He didn't expect a blindingly bright, relentless, peppy, annoying ball of you to be that tiny margin of error.

"Go outside."

"No."

Surprisingly, you were good at most games he's played. But still a rookie, he's gotta work on that.

He would still curse — and blush — at that fateful Saturday afternoon. The day you two snuck out for a comic convention turned movie night turned boardwalk fair date.

It kept on happening and happening, more time with you. It became a constant that he looked forward to, an external push that he welcomed.

"So... About that 'no player two' thing I said a while back... I, uh... I kinda want to take that back."

Still.

You held a pretty face. He knew it the moment the panicked look on your face greeted his own questioning looks. It was toleration, that he was sure of. Toleration of another soul that dared sully the building that he visited nightly.

But it grew and grew through the months. After the winter, the day of the VDC, through the frightful night of Halloween, after you were taken away and left the ruins of a home. And until your much-awaited return.

He was waiting. He pondered and pondered, his thoughts were laced with doubt and distrust— in you and in himself. As longing of affection as he may be, he wasn't one to let himself slip so easily.

A year had elapsed, since his first encounter to Ramshackle's newest resident. A year of flurried thoughts and a hectic juggle between his dorm, his kingdom and you.

He still wanted to know more about you. There's much yet to be learned, viewpoints that he's yet to know.

"Is it unusual that I still could not make a sound decision? I worry that it may be telling of poor leadership."

"No, no. It's alright, I'm willing to wait for your decision."

"...Thank you."

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[nekombers]

SLEEPING BEAUTY !?

an alchemy experiment with grim and the heartslabyul duo goes wrong and causes you to go in a deep slumber and the only way to wake you up is with a trues love kiss! but who is going to be your Prince Charming in the situation to save you from this distress!?

“ uhm guys.. I don’t think this is how the spell is supposed to go-”

“shush henchmen! once I create this new spell that will completely have everyone swayed , I’ll be on the news everywhere! and be loved! - ” grim proudly began exclaiming—

he placed his paws in his hips and gave you a grin, before ace came in ; “ahem, I think you meant to say us. ” ace gave grim a small glare before grim completely ignored him and went back to stirring what rest inside the cauldron.

suddenly a sweet intoxicating smell started coming from the pot, “ it’s almost done, heheh” grim said before taking in a big whiff of the scent which start descending from the cauldron. “ good! now we need someone to taste test this before proceeding to plan.” ace said, his goggles began fogging up with steam and he just used forearm to pushed them up.

“ y/n! would you mind taste testing this before we drink this up?”

“ excuse me? why not ask deuce!? ” you cried out, taking a few steps back before feeling something below bump into you. swiftly turning around you saw deuce spread out on the floor asleep.

“ I would but as you see he’s been drained like that from painting the roses ever since last night… thanks to our beloved housewarden. plus surely this shouldn’t effect you since you have no magic " stirring more profoundly than the last time, ace brought up a big spoon of what was the ‘spell’ and placed the spoon on your hand carefully.

“ c’mon, no need to be scared! or else you’ll be more of a scaredy-cat than grim!” he watched as you brought the spoon closer to your mouth, and you just nervously looked back at the weird substance which laid in the spoon.

“ hey! i heard that, ace!” grim said, as he began taking over of the stirring of the pot, but still keeping an eye on you as you were about to put the spoon in your mouth.

suddenly you found yourself gulping it down and you slammed the spoon on the table, gasping for air.

“ as much as how sweet it smells, it’s horrendously bad in taste.” you continued, but a few seconds later your head started getting fuzzy and you found it hard to stay up and still.

“ y/n!” the voices you heard calling out your name soon became too quiet too hear and everything went black.

𖥔•͈ ┈─────────────── 𖥔•͈

“ yes, yes this is certainly indeed very bad. ” crowley said nodding, he observed your sleeping body closely before clapping his hands together. the sudden clap, made the two boys and the cat jump in fear.

“ did they kill her..?” deuce asked, still frightened by the sudden chaos which awoke him from his sleep.

“ us? this is completely grims doing! he wanted to create a new spell!”

“ argghh.. you were in it too ace.” grim yelled back at ace, while the two boys kept arguing the headmage just shook his head.

“ you didn’t create a new spell, by all the things you’ve said you put in it; you created a sleeping spell; which can only be cured by a true loves kiss.”

earning the attention from the three, they all looked at each other before replying; “ s-so you mean a kiss can fix all of this..?” ace questioned again, flustered he couldn’t help but look back you, sleeping peacefully in the bed.

“ you two better be glad there weren’t no injuries involved. even if it’s completely harmless spell, I expect you three to fix this mess. now if you excuse me.. uh I have important matters to get back to in my office.. I suggest you all should come to an agreement soon.. ” crowley coughed a little after mentioning his ‘busy’ schedule before soon making his leave.

leaving the deuce and ace duo and grim in shock standing.

𖥔•͈ ┈─────────────── 𖥔•͈

by the time lunch time came around, the three say quietly without saying a word at the table.

“ so about y/n.. uhh, what’re we gonna do?” ace then placed is head down in the table while staring back at the other two waiting for a response.

“ you heard the headmage.. we have to give her… a.. a-” deuce struggled to say the word, his face began turning a shade of red almost resembling their own housewarden’s hair.

“ oh come on. it’s just a kiss! how am I suppose to keep up with my school work without my henchmen-.. uhm, I mean how lonely it’ll be without her at the dorm..?” grim gradually got quiet after his change of words and again silence made its way again.

grim suddenly stood up in his seat , “ wait, don’t tell me you two haven’t kiss a girl which why you’re too embarrassed to kiss y/n!” grim stated, no response came from the two boys and suddenly grim began laughing.

“ h-hey! i have totally kiss a girl before-”

“ in your dreams!” grim couldn’t keep his laugh in any longer which made ace feel flustered before taking a bite out of his sandwich.

“ well! if you won’t be any use of getting my henchmen back and at it again, I’ll find one someone who will.” grim began marching out of the lunchroom ignoring the two boys who were speaking out to him across the room

then the two boys got up and rushed after to find grim before he told anyone anything.

..

“ my my.. floyd, would you look at that?” Jade said, watching the scene unfold infront of them.

“ awww~ something must’ve happened to shrimpy if she needs saving with a kiss..” a smile creeped up on the boys face which received a chuckled from Jade.

“ I’m sure Azul would love to hear these beloved news.”

“ why can’t we just keep this ourselves..?” Floyd frowned in return to his brothers words. watching Jade stand up, he did so as well.

“ Because it’ll be fun this way..”

Jade smiled while making his way out of the cafeteria with Floyd right behind him.

𖥔•͈ ┈─────────────── 𖥔•͈

“ GRIM! YOU DONT NEED GO FIND SOMEONE ELSE. IM THE PERFECT FIT FOR THIS.” ace yelled across the hallway, deuce only trailed behind him; still flustered to speak out about the matter.

“ eh?! even if I wanted to, you two would take decades before even kissing y/n” grim shouted back at them, huffing before continuing making his way across the long halls of NRC. suddenly he came to a stop and felt himself bump into something.. someone.

“ what’s this about kissing my dear potato, you say?” a voice spoke, grim rubbed his head where he hit himself while bumping into the stranger.

grim than looked up and saw the dorm leader of pomefiore standing before him. “ hey, you almost stepped on my tail!” grim said, before taking a few steps back to meet vil’s gaze.

“ do continue speaking-”

“ as if! I’ll find some other non tail stepping prince to awake my henchmen from slumber!” grim huffed once again before taking his leave.

“ oh? slumber you say..”

..

“ hmph, as if I’ll let that self centered pretty boy kiss my henchmen. but still, no worries.. the mighty grim is here!” grim said, puffing his chest out a little proudly.

being interrupted by his own yawn, he paused. “ eh.. y/n could use saving tomorrow.. I’m worn out from all the chaos.”

he found himself turning and heading back to ramshackle for the day.

unaware, he went to sleep not knowing the news of y/n’s deep slumber spreading throughout campus.

..

“ GRIM! ” a voice in the background could be heard screaming.

“ ngh… tuna-"

“ GRIM! OPEN UP!” the knocks only seemed to get louder as time slowly went by

letting out a small growl grim made his way up and walked to the door, pulling on it to open it. just to see the heartslaybul duo standing there

“ .. ace.. deuce.. what to you want-”

“ EVERYONE KNOWS ABOUT Y/N! THEY’RE TRYING TO FIND HER TO GIVE HER THAT KISS!” ace technically yelled at grim who was quickly awakened properly at hearing the news.

“ HUH?! how did they find out!?” a group of footsteps could be heard making its way closed towards them and they turned back to see—

“ well that would be my doing..” before them stood Azul, who was accompanied by Jade and Floyd, a smug look was on Azul’s face as he gave the three a smirk.

“ so.. now that the fish is outa the net. mind telling us where I can find my precious y/n..?” azul asked, still having the same look on his face; waiting for a response which was interrupted by another group.

“ pardon the interruption but I’ll need you to move aside, azul. ” that voice belonged to no other than the house warden of heartslabyul.

“ h-housewarden!” both deuce and ace said in unison as they nervously lowered their faces from their superior. “ I’ll be needing you two boys to show me where y/n lies, or it’ll be off with your heads.” riddle said as he waited for the two boys to reply. grim still shocked by the sudden appearances then closed his eyes and sighed.

“ there is only one thing we can do now..” grim said in a fake sigh.

both the heartslabyul duo looked at grim while both housewardens stared back at him as well waiting for a response.

“ RUN!” grim suddenly shouted, as he was quick to shut the door on the faces of azul and riddle who were merely almost hit by instead were greeted by the floor.

while the other two boys were still in the ground, shocked by the impact. Jade and Floyd were quick to act, opening the door by force and running behind the duo and cat who had escaped from the window..

unknown to everyone’s behalf, someone was already on the way to see you. as they’re the most powerful person who lies in the school, it was child’s play to find you.

just the most powerful fae there is..

..

making it back to the grounds of nrc, they made a stop to catch their breath.

“ w-well, good bye to being an honor student..” deuce manage to gasp out, still panting from the run they made.

“ grim! ace! deuce! ” a rather cheerful voice called out to the three. gathering strength to look up, they were met by no other than the housewarden of scarabia, who of course was accompanied by jamil viper.

completely forgetting the situation, grim was rather happy to see the two.

“ kalim! agh, can you believe what just happened to us!?” grim exclaimed but no reply came from the two.

“ snake charmer ” a calm voice said. grim quickly widen his eyes and saw that both of his friends were under jamil’s command.

“ huh!? ” grim suddenly shouted as he gathered himself and stood up on his paws.

“ ah! sorry grim, but when it comes to y/n.. there’s no holding us back” kalim just smiled back at the cat. not waiting any longer grim ran out and left his friends behind.

right now, his only goal was to reach the nurses office before anybody else tried something.

as soon as he was getting close to the room, he found himself bumping into yet another person.

“ well, just the person we were looking for..” grim recognized the sly voice and just as he expected. he found himself between both leona and ruggie.

“ just go ahead and tell us where’s she at” leona told grim, the expression on his face told grim everything.

“ as if! I won’t tell ya!” grim said, as he launched forward to make an escape he almost was caught by Leona’s strong grip.

the hairs on his body stood in fear. just as he reached the nurses office he heard someone scream “ she’s in there!” and tons of footsteps were seeming to be approaching him.

grim stood on guard at the door. a bit intimated by everyone’s presence.

seeing everyone was just gonna knock right by him and make themselves go in by force grim said what he thought were his finals words.

“ m-maybe in another life I’ll be the most powerful creature to exist..”

he leaned back and close his eyes waiting for impact, but suddenly the door behind was opened. he looked up from the ground as his back still lied there on the floor.

“ thank you very much.. malleus.” suddenly a familiar person’s voice spoke softly.

grim’s eyes widen along with everyone else’s as they saw both malleus AND the prefect at the doorstep.

“ oh- huh?” you were confused by everyone’s presence who’s expression’s still were in shock.

“ d-did malleus draconia end up kissing her !?” someone cried out as everyone waited for a response. “kiss? what’re y’all talking about?” you questioned, your faces expression was enough to have everyone else confused like you.

“ no kiss was needed. a little bit of magic was used to awake her from the slumber she was placed in.” malleus finally spoke, as you just nodded along with him. “ yeah no kiss was needed.. can someone explain?” you asked, tilting your head in questioned. though before anyone proceeded to say anything, tons of sighs were let out.

malleus took your hand and started walking, as everyone still laid in shock. the words that came out his mouth was enough to set realization upon the people there.

“ just keep in mind that, I was the one to wake the sleeping beauty. i feel more than accomplished to have had the chance to have such feeling bestow my lips..” a small but sly smirk arose from malleus as he made his leave.

little did everyone know, the magic to awaken the sleeping beauty from her slumber did lye between a true loves kiss.

valentine

#twisted wonderland malleus #twst malleus #malleus draconia #oneshots #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jamil viper #kalim al asim #vil shoenheit #crack fic #twst floyd #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanfic #female reader #twst x female reader

[linkemon]

Part of your world (Azul Ashengrotto x Reader)

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"ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴇʀᴍᴀɪᴅ ʜᴀs ɴᴏ ᴛᴇᴀʀs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ��ᴇғᴏʀᴇ sʜᴇ sᴜғғᴇʀs sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ."

ᴛᴡɪsᴛᴇᴅ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴍᴏᴜs sᴄᴇɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴍᴀɪᴅ sɪɴɢs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪғ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʀsᴜɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ғᴀᴄᴇ? ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

ᴛʜᴇ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ɪs ᴀ ғʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ "ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴍᴀɪᴅ" ʙʏ ʜᴀɴs ᴄʜʀɪsᴛɪᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀsᴇɴ.

Azul looked around his workshop. He couldn't say he had made it but compared to what he started with, it was a step forward. The great cauldron glowed with a dark purple glow. The smell of the potion coming from inside was foreign. No matter how many times he prepared it, it was always the smell of something he had never experienced before. The books said that the potion should smell of earth. Not that Ashengrotto had a chance to tell what it really smelled like.

He carefully measured out the seaweed, poured in a few tears, and sprinkled some ground grains of sand from the surface. He grabbed a large ladle and began to mix carefully. The eight tentacles certainly made his work easier but the work still required his full concentration. It was one of the few times in his life that he didn't completely hate his arms. After all, they were useful.

He slowly poured the still shimmering liquid into the vial and capped it.

— A beautiful night to escape from home! — The loud voice startled him and he barely grabbed the vial before it could shatter against the rock.

He saw [Reader] at the entrance to the cave. Not that he expected anyone else. This was her haven. A place she discovered a few years ago. So far, the only person who visited it, apart from her, was him.

He set the potion aside next to the others and pulled out the carefully prepared box to put them all away.

— You're not saying anything, Azul. — The girl tilted her head in that unique way.

Ashengrotto never talked much. So her worry surprised him.

— What would you like to hear? — he replied calmly.

— It's not what I want to hear that matters, it's what you want to say — she said.

Azul didn't answer. He just curled his arms closer to himself.

What was he supposed to say? What was he thinking? People never wanted to hear what he actually had to say. That's why he preferred to stay silent. Otherwise he would end up bruised. Like because of the mean friends who teased him when he was younger. Although, now that he thought about it, he probably could have taken them out with one swipe of his tentacle back then. However, he preferred to curl up in a ball, cry and allow himself to be kicked mercilessly. Crybaby. That's what they called as he snaked through the old clump of seaweed behind the school. Salty tears mixed with the sea water. And with the crying came the ink. The dark, sticky goo that was his greatest embarrassment and appeared when he was too stressed and sad.

[Reader] wouldn't laugh at him. The logical thinking part of him knew this perfectly well. After all, she had already seen him in this ugliest form possible. The day he first appeared in this cave. As an uninvited guest. Splashing and spreading ink around. He saw a glow amidst the murky and dirty water. The first thing he saw were the scales, shimmering with all shades of gold. Seeming to catch the sunlight coming through the hole above his head. Then he saw the mermaid's tail. Something he himself would have died for at the time. Only at the very end did he see a face. A little scared but curious.

No, she wouldn't laugh if he told her. She would be sad though. And Azul couldn't stand that.

— I'm thinking about your trip up there — he confessed.

It wasn't a lie, just an avoidance of the truth. He slowly became a master at it.

— I'll miss you but at the same time I'm so excited! — [Reader] seemed to be beaming.

It all started with his experiments. If he hadn't been here that day, maybe his mermaid friend wouldn't have wanted to come up at all. She wanted to help him, so she lent a place for a workshop among her finds. And she had plenty of them. The Coral Sea often washed up things that people on the surface weren't necessarily interested in. Garbage for some, priceless treasures for others. Some were found, others were bought at auctions from people who had contact with the surface or still inhabited it. The latter, however, happened rarely. The costs (including shipping) were usually astronomical and exceeded the budget of many adults underwater, let alone a child.

Between all these treasures he was stuck, with the start of his magic potion business. It wasn't much. A board, a half-decaying shelf and a leaky cauldron. [Reader] somehow found the rest over time. They patched up what they could and he started creating potions, which until then he only knew from books in the underwater library. Sometimes he managed to sell something and for some change he bought ingredients that were inaccessible and difficult to obtain. He swam, cried and spread ink around. So on the surface, not much had changed but now he swam, cried and spread ink in the company. And [Reader] was very grateful company. With her shiny tail, beautiful hair and a wonderful voice that he could listen to for hours as she talked about the world above. He seemed to be an incongruous companion for her. A purple monster with eight tentacles.

Maybe it was this sort of inferiority complex created in his mind at that time that made him devote so much time to help her fulfill her dream. He tried to brew a potion of transformation into a human with one's own hand (or rather tentacle). And he succeeded. After many tries. He couldn't remember if he had been so proud of himself before. Probably not. It was the most expensive vial he had ever held in his life. And he gave it back to [Reader]. So that she could go to the surface and see with her own eyes everything she had only dreamed about before. But when she came back, there was hunger in her. She wanted desperately to go back upstairs for more. Especially after she met SOMEONE upstairs one time. Her father was not happy, not to mention furious. He tried at all costs to bring the dreamer down to earth. It was then that for the first time in their history, Azul stood over the worried mermaid and not the other way around. In a fit of determination, he promised that he would make a whole stock of potions for her if necessary. [Reader] took this promise very seriously. Since then, all their collaborative efforts have led to this moment. To get a sufficient supply of money and potion so that she could somehow arrange herself on the surface. Just enough for her to be sure that she will be able to find a job and save up to buy more vials of the magical potion. Eventually, she also had to rent an apartment and constantly pay the bills.

The help Azul gave her was an adventure of sorts. However, it was difficult for him to get used to the thought that it was coming to an end.

Sometimes, looking at HIS photo on Magicam, where the mermaid had set up an account, he had the impression that the boy from the surface was like a statue. Beautiful but empty. However, he stood proudly on the pedestal she had placed him on in her mind and he refused to come down. He might think so but he wouldn't say it out loud. He even caught himself going to his profile and comparing himself to him. But no matter how hard he stared at the screen flashing in the dark room, he could never see anything he was better at. He took off his glasses, looked in the mirror and used ink to cover his pimpled face that he didn't want to see. On nights like this, he was glad that the reception in the Coral Sea was rather poor. Otherwise, he would spend his days staring at people he considered prettier than himself.

When he thought about it later, it occurred to him that at least in potion-making he had surpassed this two-legged opponent. If he couldn't be beautiful, at least he had a chance to be rich. In a while. But with whom was he to enjoy the shiny thaumarks? What else could he spend it on apart from the workshop, if he wasn't interested in anything else in life? [Reader] wouldn't be around anymore so she could use them to buy a new statuette from the surface and he didn't need much of them. Azul, unlike the boy from above, helped her fulfill her dream. At least he could take that much credit for it.

Azul wasn't entirely sure what he and [Reader] talked about that night. The memories slowly faded away like waves crashing against the shores above their heads. Maybe they were remembering old times. Perhaps she also mentioned something about how to get rid of mean kids, even though he hadn't had problems with them in a long time. He vaguely noticed a round, purple shell being pressed into its tentacle. The last collectible from the surface for the collection here. The same one that he attached to his hat some time later and that he didn't have the heart to part with. He was the one who would take care of the cave from then on. At least until [Reader] can visit her father again after his anger has passed. And even though Azul sometimes felt like he didn't fit in the small cave with his grand, slowly growing ambitions, a lump rose in his throat. The thought of being alone. Without this ubiquitous warmth and laughter.

— I will miss you, so much. — These were the last words he heard from her underwater. The next ones were only by phone.

Azul handed her a casket decorated with shells. The purple glow of the vials shone between them. Without thinking much, the mermaid placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. It meant nothing, as he well knew. It was a form of thanks. The real one was reserved for the lucky guy on the surface.

Despite this awareness, his tentacle involuntarily moved to the place where her red coral lips had rested a moment ago. It was like payment for a contract, even though he hadn't signed any at the time.

— Stay. — Came out from his lips. However, it was silent. Too quiet. It sank somewhere in the depths as [Reader], clutching the box tightly, swam to the surface. The glow of the world above them that her scales reflected that night seemed to be what he remembered most. They stood out amidst the dark ink as on the day he met her. He was a crybaby again in a clump of seaweed.

He couldn't then see the pained look on the little mermaid's face as she left her friend.

"But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more."

#azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland x reader #little mermaid #little mermaid x reader #oneshot

[ladygreenwithenvy]

Taste-Testing for the Merchant of the Depths

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Category: General, Slight Fluff

Characters included: Azul Ashengrotto, Prefect (Gender Neutral)

Oneshot Prompt: Azul wins a game and has the Prefect taste a variety of new drinks for the Mostro Lounge’s new menu for this upcoming fall season. No drink tastes like the next, but at least you get to spend some time with a certain merman…

In honor of: @quartzztwst

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“Now, now Prefect” Tutted Azul, his gloved hand gently pushing that suspiciously beautiful glass of a drink with a color you didn’t think was possible you could find in liquid form.

“It’s simply a taste test, we had our fun back in the Board Game Club, and last I recalled, I won our little bet; lest you wish for me to remind you the purpose of this evening’s rendezvous?”

You shook your head in a surrendered manner, knowing full well why you were sitting at an empty table within the walls of Mostro Lounge.

During a Board Game Club, you and Azul played a simple strategy game with an added stake for some won, where the winner has to do a simple favor for the other. Unsurprisingly, Azul won. It was probably not your smartest move to suggest a strategy game, you regret not suggesting a game revolved around luck, especially when you know how much this particular Housewarden detested them.

“You don’t need to remind me just…. Why does it look so….. Neon Green?” You’re half convinced that Azul just had Floyd mix up every green chemical available in the academy’s Laboratory.

“We’re making new drinks for the halloween season. I proposed that this year’s limited time drinks should be based on different common potions in popular fiction and monsters. This notable one is based on a potion ingredient” Azul replies, his tone audibly relaxed

“Oh, you’re having me drink Frog’s Breath. Stellar, man.” You hum. "The last time I saw a guy drink that, he didn't wake up, but sure. Let's repeat that particular cycle."

“I’m sorry, Frog’s Breath?”

“Don’t worry, it’s not a reference from your world…”

“Fucking bitter. Throw it out.”

“How honest” Remarks Azul gently, however his body language exhibited the complete opposite. He was surprised by the Prefect’s truthfulness. He was well aware of the sharp tongue you had, but to see you be so blunt had even shocked him. Not that he minded, of course. There’s a reason he confided in you for it.

“It’s like all you did was blend limes and every sour candy ever. Chill it out a bit, damn” The Prefect grumbles.

“Is it truly that sour? Goodness, I had created this one with Floyd and was hoping for a more bittersweet aftertaste. I was under the impression that we had balanced it well enough.” Azul looked down at his notebook and took quick notes, pushing the end of his quill. Truthfully, he had tasted it beforehand when trying to fix the bitterness. He just wanted to see your reaction to the taste. Afterall, there's a group that panders to these types of drinks- but they're not worth making and selling if they only pander to the minority.

“Is the sweetness in bittersweet in the room with us right now?” Asks the Prefect sarcastically, to which Azul only rolled his eyes. That of course following a scoff. “This might have given Riddle’s famous oyster tart a run for its money for uniqueness.”

Azul knew for a fact that your last line was by no means a compliment, but then again, none of what you said fell under praise. “Alright, alright. You’ve made your point. Next drink”

You were handed water to wash the first one down. You leaned back against the smooth leather seating of the cafe, allowing the cool atmosphere to relax before you heard the sound of a plate pressed against the marble table. You opened your eyes, and watched as Jade set down your second mystery drink and bowed- leaving to return to the kitchen.

It was so cute and pink. And the frosting was white and frothy. Upon closer inspection, it looks like there’s strawberries too. They’re even cut up to look like hearts. It’s positively adorable. You guessed in your head that it was most likely based on a love potion.

You didn’t think twice before sipping it. Enticement was on the playing field and Azul took instant note of that.

He also took notice of your reaction, trying to ascertain your final statement to the beverage before you could say it. You swallowed it swiftly and smacked your lips. Once again the drink left you nothing short but surprised.

“Cocaine might be easier to consume than this, but fuck was it delightful”

“Goodness,” Azul smiled from disbelief. At this point, he found your colorful honesty to be nothing short of entertaining. He found himself more eager to hear your reactions than to your critiques. Uhm- not that he was avoiding them, of course.

“Too sweet?” He asks, though it was obviously in a rhetoric sense.

“Far too sweet, but there’s a charm to it” You’re saying this genuine. You loved sweet drinks, and this was no exception. As cloying as it was, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from taking more and more sips. You smiled. Delighted by it.

“Sort of tastes like these super sweet bobas back at home, they had lots of caramel and whipped cream.. But this one is just as good…”

Azul’s eyes would perk up at that little detail. You did not speak much of your home, and the merman knew better than to pry anyone’s past like that. Surely, even he had some limits when it came to prying into your business (Not like it would be easy anyway). But there was this care in your voice as you reminisce about something so small. To him, it was actually quite sweet.

Maybe even sweeter than that drink you were being so giddy about.

“... Let’s head on to the next drink, okay?”

It was the last drink, the fifth one you noted.

Thank goodness it was too. After that pink drink, you really only took necessary sips. They were pretty good after that, but you were getting full just by looking at them.

But this last one was… something.

It was nothing like the others. It stood out, but not for the most positive of reasons.. It was so plain looking that your first instinct was to question if the Octa-Trio was pulling your leg here.

It was dark green, but that was it. No gummies in the drink to make it look a bit more presentable. No . The liquid looked thick enough to perhaps be a simple smoothie. Not that you would complain if it was just a smoothie, of course. But it was curious. What an anticlimactic end.

“This is a separate one from the menu. Jade insisted that we make these healthy shakes directed for the student body, on account of how hard working they’re being during the making of their stations for this year’s Halloween. We’re also making fruit smoothies” Explains the second year with a relaxed hum, fixing his silver frames before glancing back at you

You were aware that Azul was part of the Halloween Committee this year, along with Jade. That explains this suspiciously red flaggy token of benevolence.

Not wanting to waste time, you once more picked up the glass

You lifted up the glass, and took a very light sip from the straw.

You perked up.

“Oh!” You took another sip.

“Okay, wait, this isn’t so bad” You comment, your expression relaxed. “Spinach with banana, those are the main ingredients with this one… and other fruits too? It’s better than I thought it’d be” You hum, taking another.

“Though, I’m curious, there’s this one thing that- Ah?!” You yelped, and quickly pushed the drink away from you.

Concerned, Azul stops taking notes immediately. He had his own serving of the same drinks you were having this whole time, and while he quietly jotted down his own opinions, he had been listening to yours. When he drank from this one, he found nothing wrong in particular.

He took another sip from his own to try and discern it. “Spinach, oats, banana, milk, apples…. Wait a minute, something’s in here that’s not in the- Hm?!”

It was then that he understood why Yuu yelped in such a way and struggled to speak. His tongue was paralyzed. Azul didn’t even need to put two and two together.

This was the work of a mushroom. And there's only one audacious eel in this dorm to have enough gall to mess with any of Azul's recipes for the sake of "Bringing his findings in the limelight."

In less than a minute, he found himself pushing that glass of water to you as a way to motion to wash it down. Right after that he stood from his seat-

"JAAAAAADE!!"

Note to self, never do taste testing for the Octa-trio, even if your life depends on it.

At least the pink drink was good.

Author's Note

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Hope you liked my first actual oneshot thingy here.

This was a present for Miss @quartzztwst , I hope you liked it! I wanted to make something simple, but lighthearted as an easy read ^-^

I hope to improve better and faster as I learn how to write here on Tumblr. I'm quite new when it comes to uploading this sort of stuff like this... Still, there will be longer and more fluffier fics.

Thank you! Buenas noches 💜

#twst #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #octavinelle #night raven college #twisted wonderland #oneshot #floyd leech #twst jade #twst floyd #anime #twst prefect #gender neutral reader #twst x reader #azul x reader #twst x yuu #Octavinelle x yuu

[thesunshineriptide]

Arms Tonite (part 1)

Who needs therapy when you can work yourself to exhaustion? Not these boys!

Characters: Riddle, Ruggie, Azul, Jade, Crewel (mentioned)

CW// exhaustion, passing out, illness, implications of disordered eating, food mentions, vomiting (not related to the disordered eating), hurt/comfort

Riddle

“I’m perfectly fine.” Riddle had insisted, standing up straight, “I understand the importance of sleep, but I have to finish this. It’s the last thing I have to do, then after that I’ll rest.”

In a rare occurrence, Riddle managed to be breaking not only his own rules, but also his mother’s rules and the queen of hearts rules, all for a paper. The paper in question? Headmage Crowley asked him for a semester’s report of not only the Heartslabyul dorm, but the overall management committee (consisting almost entirely of Riddle)

“Please, you look exhausted.” You begged, grabbing his shoulder, “You won’t put your best work in if you’re tired.”

“It’s due in three hours, Prefect. I can’t simply abandon the task. And like I said, I’ll rest once it’s finished.” He sighed and shoved some papers around before pulling out his pen because, yes, he is handwriting this report in his delicate cursive. Every letter nearly penned to perfection.

You sat near him in the library, cradling a to-go cup of tea. You had managed to get him to eat, at least, and have some tea of his own to drink, but it seemed very little else was going to make him budge. The only thing that could stir him from his task was maybe the dorm getting set aflame.

After sitting quietly and playing on your phone for a solid two and a half hours, Riddle finally stretched and let out a sigh. “Done.” He murmured, standing up, “That complete’s this week’s tasks. I’m finally….” He blinked, staring into the distance for a moment before shaking his head as if too clear it, “I’m finally done.” He smiled, “Thank you for keeping me company, Prefect.”

“Of course,” you responded, standing up and stretching as well, “It’s not every day you break the rules, much less pull an all nighter and a half.”

Riddle hummed, attention solely on fixing his appearance. He fussed and fussed with his tie before sighing and simply taking it off, earning a surprised reaction from the Ramshakle Prefect.

“I believe it’s time for breakfast about now.” He said, taking a shaky step around the table, “Would you like me to escort you?”

You shook your head, eyes narrowed, “Riddle, you said you’re going to rest now.”

“I have to deliver this to the Headmage-“

“You need to rest.” You insisted, looping an arm around his bicep, “You’re not used to this, and you’re not really built to be off your schedule. You need to sleep.”

“I’m fine.” He snapped, making a weak attempt to snatch his arm back, “I’ll be fine.”

“You’re not fine.” You said sternly, forcing him to look at you, “What’s going on? You’ve been acting weird for like, a week.”

“It’s nothing.” He insisted, refusing to look you in the eye, “It’s…”

He suddenly went very still, then began to sway on his feet. He shook his head again, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand, “I’ve been having nightmares.” He finally admitted, still not looking at you, “About my…”

You nodded, finishing for him, “Your overblot?”

He nodded, his grip tightening on you for a moment, like he was worried he may fall, “I don’t wanna hurt you.” He mumbled, sounding like a scared child, “You’re my friend, I don’t wanna hurt you.”

You frowned and pulled him a little closer, “You won’t hurt me. Everything’s okay, it’s alright. C’mon, you need to-“

Suddenly, Riddle’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he became dead weight in your arms. He slumped into your grip, head thudding gently against your chest.

“Riddle!” You yelped, adjusting your grip before carefully scooping him up, “Holy shit. Riddle? Riddle?!”

Your yelling did not stir him, but it was clear he was still alive. As you carried him bridal style to the infirmary, he began to wake.

“H…huh? Wha’s going on?” He slurred, blinking at you blearily.

“You’re going to the infirmary.” You said firmly, “You passed out. Something might be wrong.”

He shook his head and tried to squirm in your grip, but his attempt as escape was stopped with the stern look on your face. Instead, he ended up shrinking back, going frozen in your arms. “I-“

“If you try and say ‘I’m fine’ again, I’m going to tell the medic to keep you locked in there for a full day. You’re not okay.” You said, turning the corner toward the infirmary. “It’s okay that you need help, but you really scared me.”

He was silent as you carried him inside, laying him down gently on the bed before running off to tell the nurse what happened.

He didn’t bother a third escape attempt, as he knew that it would do nothing but serve to frustrate you further, and he wouldn’t make it far.

He felt helpless as you looked over at him worriedly,but simultaneously felt warm and soft. His mother was never one to coddle him, instead simply handing him medicine and a book to read if he was sick. His father was much the same, pushing him further and further to simply power through it.

The act of simply accepting someone else’s care felt more taboo than the rules he’d already broken, but with his eyelids weighing lead and his limbs heavy as molasses, the fear of punishment had no room to occupy his head.

He felt your hand grazing against his forehead and a soft whisper against his ear. He heard you settle down beside him in a chair, fingers lacing with his own in a steady, warm, comforting motion.

He fluttered his eyes open to see you on your phone, texting someone with one hand, the other holding his. He flushed a little, less from embarrassment and more from a warmed heart.

“Thank you.” He said softly, eyes drifting back shut.

“Of course. Sleep well, Riddle.” Came the soft reply. He felt your hand slip from his, but then soon after felt the covers of the infirmary bed being tucked in close around his neck, cradling him in the heavy weight and the soothing smell of antiseptic. He soon found rest, dozing soundly in the quiet.

Ruggie

Ruggie is a busy man. He has chores on chores on chores, and commitments even further than just that. Spelldrive practice, laundry duty, cooking, cleaning, running errands for Leona, classes…

The bags under his eyes only grow each time you see him throughout the day, zipping from task to task with the speed of a cheetah.

“Ruggie!” You call, “Hey, it’s almost dinner. I’m cooking up something tonight, wanna come and have some?”

“Eh?” He jumped, eyes wide, “Oh, wait- food? Huh?”

You laughed a little at his frazzled response, gripping his forearm gently, “I’m making some Jambalaya. Sam gave me the recipe, so it’s bound to be good. Do you want some?”

Ruggie opened his mouth to say something, only for his stomach to begin growling at that exact moment. He would have been embarrassed, but simply played it off, “I think my stomach says yes.”

You grinned and gave him a gentle pat on the head, earning a glare and a swat at your hands from him. You laughed, “Meet me there when you’re free, alright?”

You dismissed yourself and went back to the dorm and got to work in the kitchen, all while Grim complained about who-knows-what. Well, the food was ready in about a half hour. You waited for Ruggie, who was rarely late to a free meal. Waiting ten minutes turned into twenty minutes, which turned into thirty minutes. Thirty minutes turned into an hour, then into two, and then Ruggie finally showed up, looking worse for wear.

As you opened the door to invite him in, he mumbled something incoherent before dropping directly into your arms.

With a yelp you caught him, arms firmly around his waist as you hauled him inside and laid him on the ramshackle sofa.

He woke up about a minute later, groaning and trying to sit up.

“No!” You yelped, “Lay down. Jesus, what happened to you?”

He laughed weakly, turning to look up at you, “You almost seem worried.”

“I am worried, Ruggie. You showed up way after dinner time and passed out immediately. What happened?” You demanded, smoothing the hair from his face.

His eyes fluttered shut and he hummed under the touch, leaning into it slightly before he realized what he was doing and recoiled. “I just had a long day. I’m fine, it’s not to bad this time.”

“This time?” Your eyebrows shot up as you looked at him, “Does this happen a lot?”

He shrugged, giving an almost guilty smile, “I work a lot and I work hard. It happens a little more than it should, but this one wasn’t too bad. Didn’t mean to scare ya,” he said, finally sitting up, “I’m lucky you caught me. You’re pretty strong, have you considered the spelldrive club?”

“Ruggie.” You said, a little too softly for his liking, “You shouldn’t work to the point of passing out.”

“It’s work or starve.” He said plainly, stretching. “Speaking of, do you have anything to eat?”

You sighed a little, leaning down to kiss his temple, “I’ll heat it up. It’s been ready for a couple hours, since I’ve never seen you this late to a free meal. I think it turned out pretty good. Stay here, I’ll bring it over.”

He looked ready to argue, but then just shrugged and mumbled a ‘thanks’.

When you returned with two plates, he raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t eat?” He asked, blatantly surprised.

“I was waiting for you.” You replied, shrugging, “Bone apple teeth or whatever.”

He let out a laugh, said another quick thanks, then tucked into the meal. He started out politely eating, but by the end was shoveling food in like he was filling a black hole.

You watched him and snuck little bit of andouille to Grim, who happily ate it despite the fact that he burned his mouth from the spice.

“That was amazing. Thanks, Prefect. You really look out for me…I appreciate it a lot.” Ruggie said, eyes nervously looking anywhere but your face before he sighed and finally made eye contact, “You’re a really good person.”

You laughed and shrugged, “I know. Now,” you hummed, wandering off to grab a blanket, “You’re stuck here now.”

“Eh?! Wait-“ Ruggie tried to protest.

“No. You’re staying the night. You passed out on my doorstep, you’re staying and you’re sleeping here tonight. No more chores or duties. You can leave in the morning. I don’t want you making yourself worse.” You say firmly, walking over to toss the blanket directly on his head.

He let out a grunt in surprise, ears making little mountains of the blanket as he pulled it off his head. “You’re just as bad as Leona with all that bossiness. Time is money.”

“Time is time, money is money.” You said, “And if you’re short on food money, come to me. I’m not much better, but I’ll always share.”

Ruggie’s eyes went soft as his ears twitched. He sighed and settled down on the couch, wrapping himself in the blanket. “Fine. If it’ll make you feel better to know I’m here, I guess I can stay the night.” He muttered, trying to hide the pink tint to his face.

“Thank you, Ruggie.”

Azul

“Hmm? Oh, hello Prefect. What brings you here at such a late hour?” Azul asked, eyebrow quirked somewhat as he stared.

You sighed as you entered his office, walking right up to him, “Azul. It’s four am. How long has it been since you last slept?”

He hummed, eyes flicking back to the spreadsheet before him, “Three days? Four? I’m not positive. Regardless, that doesn’t answer my question. Why are you awake right now?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Nightmare.” You responded simply, picking up some papers near him.

He eyed you warily as you read them, poised to snatch it back until he recognized them as just invoices he had filled out an hour or two prior. “And you came to visit me?”

“I saw the VIP room’s light was on, figured you were either asleep at your desk or still awake.”

“Doesn’t explain why you trekked across campus to see that particular sight.” He responded in a lightly teasing tone, “You missed me, didn’t you?”

You looked up from the invoices you were pretending to read, grinning a little, “Who wouldn’t want your company? But, regardless…” you hummed, putting his papers back down on the desk. He was rather quick to line them back up in order and place them in a stack off to the side.

“You’ve been awake too long.” You said simply, “Three days isn’t a healthy amount.”

He waved a hand dismissively and rolled his eyes, “Truly, it isn’t too bad. I get less sleep in the Coral Sea.”

“See, that’s not comforting in the slightest.” You replied, crossing your arms. “Jade and Floyd aren’t twelve feet long on land. And I’m pretty sure bedrooms in the Coral Sea don’t have locks.”

“How would you know? You aren’t merfolk.” He mumbled, attention back to his task, “If you simply came to chastise me, I’d request that you leave. I have a lot more work to do.”

You sighed before slowly, ever so carefully, closing his laptop directly onto his typing hands.

He looked up with an icy glare, lips in a firm line. “Prefect.”

“It’s time to sleep.”

“I’m not a child you can simply put to bed.” He scoffed, retracting one hand to open the laptop again.

You continued pushing it down, eyes fixed on his, “Azul, please. I know you’re not a child, but you need to rest. You’ll pass out.”

“Leave.” He said firmly. “I don’t want to hear your pity. I’ll see you in the morning. Have a good night.”

You stared at each other for what seemed like forever before you sighed, removing your hand from the laptop. “Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Tomorrow came, and it was evident rather quickly that Azul should have listened. His normal grace and poised was replaced with unusual clumsiness and accidents that raised the eyebrows of even the teachers.

Alchemy class had a joint session between your group and Azul’s, and by the fates you were assigned as partners.

An awkwardness hung in the air as you worked. Azul seemed determined to pretend everything was fine while you shot worried glances at him.

It was clear something was seriously wrong beyond just uncoordinated behavior when Azul began to sweat excessively. Like, he doesn’t even sweat that much in PE. He nearly tripped over air and tried to catch himself on the rim of the cauldron. Luckily, the ever talented you caught him by the back of his lab coat just in time, pulling him back to standing.

“A-ah, thank you.” He stuttered, eyes glancing about, “I was…testing gravity.”

You looked at him completely unimpressed, “Azul, did you get any sleep last night?”

He scoffed, “This again? How many times do I….do…do I need to….” His expression went lax and he stood completely still for a moment before he suddenly twisted and dropped to the ground.

The surprise of him actually passing out caught you off guard, but you were quick to react, managing to tug him away from your cauldron and force his lab coat off.

“What happened over here?” Crewel asked, walking up close behind, “Ashengrotto-“

“He’s okay.” You assured, listening to his heartbeat, “He just passed out. Hasn’t slept in days, the heat must have gotten to him. He should to go the infirmary-“

“I’m fine.” Came a sudden voice from below you. Azul looked…terrible, honestly, as he blinked at you, “I’m alright. Sorry for the fright.”

“What? No, you’re not fine!” You yelped, only to be cut off by Crewel.

“Ashengrotto, I think it’s best that you take the rest of the day away from working.” It was…uncharacteristic of Crewel to be so gentle, but Azul was one of his best students and everyone knew it. There was an evident amount of concern in his stern words that made everyone freeze.

“Professor-“

“You evidently need to rest. And you’re already light years ahead of these Pups.” He said, staring at Azul with a look that read ‘I dare you to challenge me’. “Prefect, will you keep an eye on him?”

“Yes, Sir.” You responded, nodding. You looked back to Azul, who looked both shocked and ashamed. “C’mon. Let’s go.”

“B-but-“

“Sorry, what was that?” Crewel asked, eyebrow raised.

“Nothing! Thank you, Professor.” Azul said, slowly rising to his feet.

As the two of you shuffled slowly out of the classroom, you could sense Azul’s embarrassment.

“Hey,” you said gently, “I think it’s time for you to rest. You work harder than anyone else in this school.”

“That’s not the….never mind.” He mumbled, “You may return to class, if you wish.”

“What? No.” You gently smacked the back of his head. “You’re my buddy. And isn’t there some sort of simile about coin collecting and polish or something?”

He hummed, mind wandering deep to try and think of one as you walked him back to his dorm. He didn’t even notice you had done so until you asked, “Hey, where’s your dorm room?”

“Huh?” He blinked at his surroundings, “H…uh, it’s…um.” He rubbed his cheek and fixed his glasses, “Down the hall to the left. Third door.”

He felt his legs wobbling and growing heavier with every step as you guided him to his room, arm holding him a little closer than normal. For a moment, his mind blanked and he genuinely thought he was turning back into his Merform, eyes wide as he looked down and shrieked.

“Oh my god, what?!” You panicked.

“M-my- I took my potion this week, didn’t I?!” He yelped, almost tumbling over as he looked at his legs.

It took you a good minute before you realized what he was talking about, and another one before you realized what was going on. “Azul, I promise, you have legs.”

“No, they feel like-“

“You’re about to pass out again. Unlock your room door so we can get you to bed.” You said, holding him by the shoulders, “Your brain is shutting down from exhaustion. You’re running on fumes.”

He didn’t have it in him to keep arguing, instead just doing what you told him to.

When he finally got inside the room, he practically collapsed onto the bed, landing with a big fwomp. He had half a mind to kick off his shoes and labcoat, and take off his glasses, but the feeling of cold sheets made his mind flood with melatonin.

“Azul,” you gently said, “C’mon, just a little longer and then you can sleep.

He whined, then caught himself and tried to cover it with a cough and a, “You’re right, thank you.” As he toed off his shoes.

The glasses were easy to take off and set aside, but managing to get him to squirm out of his labcoat turned out to be more difficult since he couldn’t exactly stand.

When finally somewhat undressed, he settled down on his bed, eyes drooping with every passing second.

It was up to you again to get him under the covers, since he was practically asleep already.

As you were about to stand, one of Azul’s eyes opened and he murmured in a croaky voice, “Prefect? Will you do me a favor?”

“Hmm?” You turned to look at him, “What is it?”

“Will…” he looked ready to change his mind, but instead took in a deep breath and continued, “Will you stay?”

You smiled, coming to sit beside him again. “Yeah. I can stay.”

Jade

Jade Leech is someone you would never know was sick until he was dying. Every perfectly practiced mannerism lead him to being able to cover even the strongest of urges to crawl under the covers and hibernate for the winter. Nothing seems to rattle this guy. There’s no startling him, at least not on purpose, or sneaking around him. He’s a complete machine.

Except for the one time he caught the flu.

Like I said before, you’d never know he was sick until it’s a dire emergency, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t prone to a slip up every once in a while.

“Ah, Prefect. How may I assist you today?” Jade asked pleasantly, gloved hands crossed neatly in front of him as he smiled lightly.

“I just came for a drink or two.” You responded with a smile. “How are you today?”

He hummed in contemplation as he got to work on your usual, “I’m doing well, I believe. And you?” He was, in fact, not doing well. He had been running off every thirty minutes to frantically puke, but Floyd was at basketball practice and Azul was in his office, so nobody was around to say something about his little white lie.

“Eh, I’ve been better. Grim got detention again, Ace got collared, Deuce blew up a potion again. So, yknow, the usual.” You grinned, leaning toward him.

Jade nodded, though his normal smile was replaced by a look of extreme concentration as he finished your drink. It took him a second to respond, “That sounds like quite the eventful day.”

You took a moment to look over him, noticing the slightly pale tone to his skin and the look that seemed more clammy than usual. “Are…are you alright?”

He raised an eyebrow, and his practiced smile returned, though it looked uneasy. “Prefect, you’ve already asked that.”

“You…” You hummed, frowning, “Ah…you’re right.” You settled, smiling back. “Anything interesting happen here?”

“Hmm.” Jade pressed his hands flat against the counter, trying not to dig his fingers in, “Ah, well, this morning Floyd…” he stopped, covering his mouth before he could think twice, “E-excuse me a moment, Prefect.” He managed to say before speeding off toward the bathroom.

Despite his clear intention to be alone, You’re The Ramshackle Prefect, which means it’s your obligation to follow him.

Upon entering the bathrooms of Octavinelle, you frowned. You managed to find Jade (well, you found the stall he was kneeling in) wretching.

Unsure if you should stay or not, you didn’t approach, but it didn’t take long for Jade to flush the toilet and emerge from the stall, notably gloveless.

He looked surprised to see you there, eyes going wide for a moment as he wiped away spit from the corner of his mouth.

“Jade?” You asked nervously.

He brushed past you, walking over to the sinks. “Ah, Prefect. Needed to use the lavatory as well?”

“You we’re just throwing up.” You stated plainly. “Jade, I….You’re sick, aren’t you?”

He paused a moment before he went back to lathering soap on his hands, “What lead you to that impression?” He asked cooly, but his scratchy sounding voice wasn’t exactly convincing.

“You look pale, and clammy, and you were just throwing up.” You say with wavering confidence. “If you’re sick, you should probably just take a break.”

Jade grit his teeth, took in a deep breath, then plastered a smile on his face. “I appreciate the concern, Prefect, but I assure you that I’m fine.”

You weren’t convinced, but an irritated Jade is ten times scarier than an irritated Floyd, so you decided not to push it and instead murmured an apology to him.

Jade honestly couldn’t stop himself from feeling a bit bad at shutting you down, but he pushed down that feeling and instead offered you a newly gloved hand. “If you merely came to chase me down, then it would be my honor to escort you back to the bar.”

You took his hand with a nervous smile as he guided you both back to the bar, eyes trained forward. His movements were perfect, as always, though a bit sluggish.

As you sat and chatted with a few nearby people and Jade continued to play bartender with mysterious disappearances every half hour, it overall seemed like maybe you had imagined it. Jade didn’t seem distressed, he wasn’t sniffling or sneezing or anything, so maybe he really was just…

Crash

One second ago, Jade was standing behind the bar, pouring a drink for some rando nearby. The next, the eel was laying on the ground with glass shattered around him. And the second after that, you had jumped over the bar to get over to him.

“Go get Azul.” You ordered the Octavinelle student that had rushed over at the same time. As you slid off your jacket and tucked it neatly behind Jade’s head, you heard footsteps rushing off and a bit of panic from the patrons nearby.

You checked Jade’s pulse, loosened his bow tie, and gently tried to wake him up.

“What’s going…on.” Azul approached you, voice in a whisper, “What happened?”

“Not sure. I saw him throwing up earlier, but he said he was fine. He’s sick.” You said simply, mind wracking for other information.

“Oh, Jade…” Azul muttered. “Okay, I’ll carry him to the VIP room. You make sure he’s okay, I’ll take over the shift at the bar. Come find me when he wakes up.” He said, pulling out his pen.

He lifted Jade into the air with a simple levitation spell as you three disappeared from the main area to Azul’s office. You think you saw someone step behind the bar to clean up the glass, but that wasn’t the most important thing.

The most important thing is that Jade Leech is currently unconscious and ill.

Azul set him down on the couch. Jade’s long legs dangled off on side slightly, and he looked a little scrunched, but anything is better than the floor of a bar.

“He appears fine.” The dorm leader confirmed after he looked over Jade, “He has a fever, though he’s sweating so it isn’t too bad. It seems he’s mostly just tired.” He shuffled around some papers on his desk before slipping them into the vault and locking it. “I’m trusting you alone in here. Don’t make me regret it. Keep me updated on his condition, okay?”

You nod, eyes wide as Azul lets out a semi-pleased hum and leaves.

After three hours of no updates to his condition, Jade finally opens his heterochromatic eyed. He lets out a quiet groan, sitting up from his uncomfortable position on the couch.

“You’re awake.” You breathe out, relieved, “I was starting to get seriously worried.”

Jade blinked, rubbing at his eye and pushing his hair from his face as he croaked out, “What happened?”

“You’re sick.” You say, “You passed out. Speaking of, I need to tell Azul you’re alright.”

“H…” he paused, blinking, “I... I couldn’t have passed out.” He says, “How could I have passed out?”

“I don’t think you can gaslight yourself out of being sick.” You say. “Listen, I don’t care if it fucks up your scary reputation, you’re going to attend to the fact that you’re sick. You could have gotten seriously hurt, Jade. You almost fell into glass shards.”

“Glass shards?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“You dropped a glass before you passed out. I was really worried.”

He laughed a little, “You and your tender disposition.” He sat up properly, motioning for you to sit near him. “I suppose, though, I must thank you. Perhaps your tenderness is an asset unaccounted for.” He said. He tried to stifle a yawn, but his lack of energy got the better of him. “I deeply appreciate you, Prefect.”

You patted his head gently, earning a momentarily shocked look from the eel. “I’m glad you’re okay, Jade. Take a break. I’ll tell Azul you’re awake and grab you something to eat, okay?”

He laughed a little, something soft on his face, “Will you be playing my nurse today?”

“You got a problem with that?”

He hummed, smiling in a sweet, genuine way. “Not at all. Thank you.”

#I wrote 4000 words for something literally nobody asked for #but it’s okay it’s what I wanted #sickfic #twisted wonderland #twst #jade leech #twisted wonderland headcanons #azul ashengrotto #twst mc #twst headcanons #riddle rosehearts #ruggie bucchi #twst jade #twst oneshot #twst azul #twst riddle #twst ruggie #platonic or romantic #hurt/comfort #stubborn Azul #fighting these boys to go to fucking bed

[vera-deville]

Just Like the Moon and the Tide

09/05/2023 - 10/02/2023

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

Word Count: 535

Warnings: Nothing here!

Gender: AFAB

Tags: @rose-the-witch1

"When I asked you to tell me about the moon and the tide, I didn't mean give me a full detailed scientific explanation," Y/N stated, heaving a sigh.

Lying next to her, a man of light-grey colored hair frowned at her words. "Perhaps you should have specified what sort of explanation you wished for." Feeling the sand in the part of his hand that didn't lay on the beach towel, he continued, "Besides, what other kind of explanation did you want? A fairy tail?"

"Actually, yes. I wanted to know if this world had some sort of fantastical tale about the moon and the tide. Something romantic and magical. Not scientific." Y/N replied. Turning her head towards Azul, she cuddled closer to him. The night wind at the beach was cold, but not enough to warrant a pile of blankets (unlike other places they'd been to).

Azul moved slightly, making sure that Y/N was comfortable, and even lifted her head to rest on top of his arm. "Why don't you tell me a tale of your world then?"

"Gladly."

And so Y/N began her tale. A tale of other-wordly beings. One with skin as pale and grey as the moon and the other with skin of seaweed green. The two were not as different as night and day. No, that was a different story for a different time. But the two were in sync with one another. The cold grey one would push and pull with all his might while the warm green one would simply succumb to his will.

There was no remarkable tragedy. No travesty. Just love.

And it was from this love that life thrived. Without the tides of their devotion, no living thing would have sustained on the planet they called home. Life would not be able to go on. And that was why the passion of the Moon and the Tide was worshipped by many.

The only sad thing was, they grew further and further apart with each coming year. It was said from the ancient days that there would come a time where the two lovers would no longer be caught in each other's embrace. And that day would be what finally extinguished life in the otherwise lively planet. There would be no great monsoon to vanquish life. No tremendous fire. No perilous evil.

Simply two lovers growing apart until one day they are lovers no more.

"That's it?" Azul asked.

"Uhhh, yeah? Why, was it bad?" Y/N asked.

"There's no lesson to be learnt, no tragedy that forcefully pulls away the two so-called lovers, no nothing!" lamented Azul. "Tales like that are supposed to have some sort of meaning to them! Not whatever this is supposed to be."

"Firstly, you're the one who asked a story from my world." Azul pouted a bit at that. "Secondly, I made up that entire story." Azul's face contorted to that of a flabbergasted one. "And thirdly," Y/N gently held Azul's face in her hands, "the moral of the story is that we'll never let us grow apart like the Moon and the Tide."

Azul's breath hitched.

"You and I? We're meant to be together forever."

Author's Note: This was VERY rushed, and admittedly not one of my best works. I've been super busy trying to get all my fics for my event for October ready (yes I started writing the October fics starting the previous month), as well as a bunch of other stuff that I unfortunately didn't put enough time for my @briarvalleyarchives fic. Hopefully it still gets added into the fic list for this month's prompt!

Thank you for reading and I'll see you in the next fic!

Masterlist

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland oneshots #twst wonderland oneshots #twst oneshots #oneshots #romance #fairy tail #fluff #cute #love #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #reader #y/n #vera deville #the marchioness #briarvalleyarchives #god i'm late #please forgive me

[siren-serenity]

ingame voicelines

what would they say about you? would they murmur sweet compliments or chuckle at your silly mistakes? in which yuu asks these strange students of night raven college about you: and is surprised to find out that they have lovers?

characters: riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, rook hunt, gn!reader warnings: reader is not yuu! a/n: feedback is appreciated!

"have you seen y/n around? they promised me that they would have tea with me around this time...oh? they had to stay back to help professor crewel? *chuckle* i always knew my king of hearts was very studious but still..."

"no! yuu, don't sit there! rule 29 of the queen of hearts, only the king of hearts can sit on the right side of the queen! phew, you almost broke a rule. i didn't want to have your head, not during the unbirthday party."

"oh, hello yuu! 'why am i smiling?' you asked? well, *blushes* my king just came to wish me good luck for my riding competition before pinning their good-luck brooch onto my outfit. i'm so blessed to have them..."

"grrr, hey. herbivore. if you see y/n around, tell them to come to their king. i can't sleep without them.....why are you laughing?"

"hm? you asked why did i ask ruggie to get me two sandwiches instead of one? y/n's joining me today to play a round of chess. they've been insisting on spending quality time as a couple, tch. they're so sweet........you heard me? no, you didn't."

"*sigh* the one time i actually want to go to class and i'm being hounded by a curious herbivore...what do you want, yuu? *listens* hmm? i'm gonna go to class because y/n's in it. now, move. they're waiting for me and i have no intentions of keeping them waiting."

"who is y/n? oh, they were someone who i made a deal with in the past. why do you look so worried, yuu? do not fear, i hold y/n too close in my heart to hurt them."

"terribly sorry but i cannot permit you to sit there...why? my beloved adores sitting there, staring into mostro's aquarium while doing their homework is one of their favorites...i cannot allow anyone else to take away their happiness."

"when did i meet y/n? let's see...it was during our childhood. we grew up together; y/n always defended me from my bullies like my knight in shining armor. i still cannot believe that they stayed with me through everything even going as far to joining me at the surface and enrolling in night raven college together. *lovesick smile* oh, what did i do to deserve them?"

"yuu! what a glorious day it is today- hmm? what does 'amour de ma vie' mean? *snickers* your pronunciation is so cute, but needs some work, mon ami! amour de ma vie means love of my life..."

"what do i love about them? why, i could go on for centuries! their smile is like the sun; it gives me life and reasons to live. i could never go a day without seeing their beautiful face caressed by the morning dawn nor could i go a day without seeing their peaceful expression as they slumber into the evening night. *sees yuu's taken-aback expression and laughs* apologies, yuu. i could never shut up when it comes to mon amour."

"excuse me, yuu! please step aside for a moment. *prepares his bow and arrow to fire* don't fear! i'm simply sending an arrow of love to mon amour...*fires before smiling at a shocked yuu* don't worry, the arrow is enchanted to not hurt them, it's a spell of protection from their beloved hunter...*smiles dreamily* i wonder how they shall reply! *arrow fires back, nearly hitting yuu but rests in a grinning rook's hand. he reads it before dashing away but not before shouting over his shoulder* goodbye, mon ami! mon cheri awaits me!"

#twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland oneshots #twst riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts #twst riddle #heartslabyul #twst leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar #twst leona #twst azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #twst rook #rook hunt #twst rook hunt #pomefiore #octavinelle #savanaclaw

[underqualified-human]

Poke

Request: May I request a scenario where GN! Mc pokes Azul’s mole? Just lovingly staring at it and unconsciously pokes it then fumbles an apology because they think Azul is cute and didn’t mean to poke them.

A/N: This is so cute Anon! (´꒳`)♡(Take a shot every time I say 'focused')

Fandom: Disney: Twisted Wonderland

Warnings: None, it's just really short 

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 244

Pronouns: They/Them

You pulled up an extra chair and sat next to Azul. Watching him write up contract after contract. You were mostly there to remind him to take a break every now and again.

The room was almost silent, except for the sound of Azul's pen scratching against the papers. While he was focused on his work you were focused on him. There wasn't much else to focus on anyway, so you let your eyes graze across his face. 

You started to notice little things about, like how his brows pinch together when he's focused or how cute his mole looked. 

Without thinking you leaned forward and poked it. Azul jumped back in his seat, eyes wide.

"Why did you do that?" He asked. You looked around nervously, face heating up. You put your hands up defensively. "I'm sorry! You just look really cute when you're focused."

It was his turn to blush, "You're just saying that." He whispered.

"I'm really not, I love everything about you." You said, leaning in closer and hugging him. 

"I-" he hesitated before wrapping his arms around you, "You're too nice for your own good sometimes, Angelfish." 

"I don't think that's a bad thing when it comes to you." You said, burying your head in his chest. He let out a tired sigh, "I suppose I can take a short break." You let out a small giggle and kissed him on the cheek, then you both went back to cuddling.

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[munv]

𝗡𝗜𝗟𝗢𝗨 𝗫 𝗢𝗖𝗧𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗘

Imma be honest. I closed requests so I could I could finish up every other anon in my inbox but when I closed them people started sending them in regardless

Since I don’t have the heart to say no imma and these requests are truly interesting I’ll do them.

𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗟 :

He took interest in you after seeing how you could dance. And of course he wanted to make a contract because after seeing the way you could fight gracefully as well who wouldn’t want to meet you?

So Azul being Azul told you that at monstro lounge you could dance freely and happily all you want to your hearts content! Of course what he got in return is a trade secret.

He knows you are simply quite stunning and kind to others no matter who they are but surely anyone who knows that would want to approach you and some might have bad intentions to take advantage of you.

Azul being well aware of this has the Leech twins guard you on a regular basis just to ensure they’re cute little employees safety.

𝗝𝗔𝗗𝗘 :

Jade knew damn well that Azul wouldn’t just hire anyone in the dorm. So even although he was ordered to guard you he still never really interacted with you as you talked about your dreams which includes what Azul promised you.

Without even realizing it he got attached to you far more than his liking.

Then that’s when this cunning little bastard decided to take up all your free time with his twin brother of course. His took his role as guard seriously after this and it’s actually scary.

𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗗 :

Like jade he was also curious about you, however the plot twist is that he didn’t really care. This Floyd we are talking about and let’s be honest..he would only come around for entertainment, to work at the lounge and to squeeze someone to death.

In general Floyd does whatever but he’s your guard like Jade. That doesn’t mean he abandons a free excuse to squeeze someone just for bothering you!.

Jokes on him though he eventually got attached just like Jade. He likes to pick you up and carry you around for some reason. Don’t ask why just go along with it when he says he wants to pick you up. To be honest he likes when you dance for him, sometimes when he’s in the mood he’ll actually get up and dance with you.

Which is a surprise to all who know of Floyd.

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[rizdoodls]

AU: Azul x Andy 🐙🍊

"If Floyd and Jade realized, they wouldn't stop nagging me about that." That's what Azul told to himself when he took the time to think about the situation he ended up in.

It's been a moment since he started to bear a growing interest for Ramshackle's dorm Prefect.

At first, he couldn't accept it, since it would be utterly illogical to him! She didn't got good grades, and didn't seemed that clever... But each day spent trying to understand this interest by spying on her was a day were he could feel himself more and more enamored.

From on outsider's point of view, anyone could guess that the octoopus loved the shrimp.

His joyful smile whenever he got to talk to her, his captivated glares at the cafetaria, or even his apparent jealousy on his face whenever she smiled to someone else than him..

The Azul we know would never let his emotions show, that would be a weakness! But he couldn't help it and became more and more careless.

The Leech brothers, witnesses of this comedy, could see in Azul like in an open book. But even if seeing Azul in such a state was funny, seeing Andy's reaction was even funnier : It's not like she reacted negatively to his flirt, she was very nice....

Even TOO nice, she was completely oblivious to the romance of the situation. It's like the thought never crossed her tiny mind...

And seeing Octavinelle's Housewarden dying slowly in the inside whenever his tentatives failed was an absolute blast for the tweels.

Why couldn't he just reveal his feelings to her, after all? Everything would be easier like that, isn't it?

This is obviously not what our dear Azul would do: he always finds the most elaborate means to obtain what he wants. He just needs a little more information and he'll get her…

Even if... Andy's smile is more than enough.

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I hope you enjoyed this little context of this lil Au, it's the first time I've written something like this and english is not my mother tongue soooo

I hope it's not too bad ^^

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[ravenlking]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎 finally, i get my own happily ever after. because the words written on your wrist...is my name

gender-neutral warnings: - abit of self-hatred on azul's body, please read at your own discretion! genre: angst + fluff a/n: - AZUL ASHENGROTTO, MARRY ME!! - the cameos are back!! bro i love the octavinelle dorm uniform so much asdfghjasdfghj - pictures don't belong to me, they go to their original owners! - please give me feedback :D

Let me know if you'd like more! (although, i do plan for it to be only for my favorite bday boys first)

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎

"Azul," Jade steps forward, handing him the menu. He wears the classy Octavinelle dorm uniform; his turquoise hair was perfectly smoothed back without a curl out of place. It was currently quite late, yet there are many who are working late into the night, Azul Ashengrotto and Jade Leech for example. "Please check over the planned menu for the buffet on the day of the Opening Ceremony."

Raven King, Octavinelle's other vice dorm leader, stepped forward from behind Jade. She too, dons the classy Octavinelle dorm uniform, the light purple and black themed uniform complementing her ebony-black hair and violet eyes. She hands him the golden paper with black-gloved hands; her neat handwriting flooding the paper.

"We have planned everything accordingly, but do check it over once more, Azul."

Delicate hands take the draft, lavender eyes that glimmer with a hint of cool-grey scan the document carefully before finally, a pleased smile crawls onto his lips. He sets down the paper, sliding it across the table into Jade's hands.

"I'm very pleased, Jade, Raven" Azul states, a hand coming up to push his glasses back into place. The lowly-lit light glints off it. "As expected of Octavinelle's vice dorm leaders, of course."

Jade bows slightly, a minuscule pleased smile on his face. "Thank you for your compliments, Azul."

Raven smiles. "Of course, only the best for you. And Octavinelle."

He takes the paper. "If that is all, I bid you farewell. I shall retire now; it is quite late at night after all."

Azul nods, shooing him away. "Goodnight, Jade."

He looks back down, picking up his pen once more to continue writing. Jade's footsteps echo lighter and lighter until he has completely left Azul's VIP office. Once Azul hears the door click shut behind the eel merman, he drops his mask and puts down his pen.

Azul quietly sighs, taking off his glasses and running tired hands down his face, ruffling his light-lavender hair in the process. Whenever his arms come up into his vision, his sleeve always shifts, baring zero black marks on his wrists. Finally, he's had enough.

He tears down his sleeves, eyes desperately searching for any ebony-black writing. When he finds his wrists bare of any marks, Azul lets out a silent cry or scream before angrily thumping his fists on the table.

"For Seven's sake!" Azul curses as tears well in the corner of his eyes. "Why hasn't my soulmate appeared?!"

Soulmates; someone that fates above have chosen for you to fall in love with willingly. A love that isn't forced - it's a love you will drown yourself in because it is so lovingly beautiful. They are your protector and you are theirs; they are your guarding star, and you are their North Star too; they are a fighter for your love, and you will fight equally as hard, if not harder, for theirs. Soulmates are someone who will appreciate you for who you are, dive deep into your soul and bury themselves there because they love you. But Azul Ashengrotto's wrists have been bare for many years. But why?

Azul slumps forward at his desk, burrowing his head into his arms. Embarrassingly enough, tears are falling from his eyes, ugly sobs tearing out and clogging his throat.

Was he too ugly? Too ugly to be loved?

Was he too fat? Too despicable?

Is this why he didn't deserve a soulmate?

Azul picked at the fats on his skin, hating the way he had so many blemishes and rolls on his stomach. His thighs suddenly felt too big, too fat, too thick. He felt that he was too chubby.

Internally, his soul cried. The knowledge...knowing that you would never find your one true love, it was tearing him from the inside out, like a pain that could never be cured.

Behind his closed eyelids, something bright could be made out. Cracking one eye open before both shot wide open, Azul stared out his office window. There it was, a white blinking spot under the sea. Impossible...this is one of the rarest occurrences in the entire marine life. Azul stumbled out of his chair to stare at it from a closer distance before laughing bitterly.

It was a rare marine creature, a starry-blob. It only appeared in random movements; there was very little information on it. But legends say that it could grant your one wish...could they be right?

"It would never hurt," Azul rasped out, hating the way his voice sounds after crying. He was such an ugly crier. Azul clasped his hands together, squeezing his eyes shut.

Please, Azul cried out. I'm sorry for being ugly! I'm sorry for being so utterly unlovable but I beg you. Please give me my soulmate. I promise that I will treasure them, love them, be there for them whenever they need me. I promise to do whatever I can in my power to make them smile everyday; as long as I have them, I promise to love them with all my heart.

Empty silence.

Azul opened his eyes before realizing that the starry-blob has disappeared. His hands slumped to his sides and he bowed his head forward.

"Please," He whispered into the empty silence of his office. "Please."

The repetitive ticking of his clock made him look up. It was a few minutes past midnight; he should probably get some sleep. The Opening Ceremony was tomorrow afterall.

"Oh, Azul...my lovely merchant of the deep, you are not meant to be alone. Hang in there my love, your soulmate will be there soon."

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

The Opening Ceremony was finally over at last. It was quite the event, with a cat (of all things!) nearly burning down the entire academy before revealing that a magicless student has appeared! It was a miracle that they were able to carry it out smoothly.

Azul gestured for Jade and Raven to lead the rest of the first years to continue walking to Octavinelle before turning on his heel and leaving. Unbeknownst to him, Raven's violet eyes twinkled as she watched him leave. He strode in the opposite direction, making his way steadily to the Mirror Chamber which housed the famous Dark Mirror.

He had a burning question to ask. But...he was so, so afraid of the predicted answer.

Azul threw the doors open, arms wide and sleeves slightly falling to reveal the faint writing on his hands- wait what?!?!

He froze comically in his stance before ripping the sleeves upwards. Not even 24-hours ago, his arms were bare. But now, they had elegant black cursive swirling to form a name, but not just any careless name. His soulmate's name. Y/N L/N.

I must go, Azul thinks. He turns on his heel before dashing down the halls. I must find my soulmate!

His footsteps echo against the marble flooring; sweat drips down his forehead. His chest heaves up and down, ragged breaths escaping his dry lips. Exercise was never his forte, but he would do anything for you.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

"Headmaster."

A voice stops you and Headmaster Crowley from walking. You both turned around to spy a gasping student; the hood was thrown over his face, as if to forbid you from seeing his face. He coughed drily before regaining a calm posture, but his heaving chest betrayed how exhausted he was.

"Ah, Azul Ashengrotto!" The weird birdman headmaster speaks, grinning. "What may I do for you? Shouldn't you be helping your dorm as dorm leader?"

The student, now known as Azul, shook his head wildly and in the process, threw off his hood. You were stunned by his beauty, eyes trailing all over his youthful, smooth face. He had gorgeous eyes the shade of lavender flowers, hair that curled naturally like ocean waves. A beauty mark dots below his lips, you were enchanted by the man's beauty.

"You're so...beautiful," You breathed out subconsciously before realizing what you said and slapping a hand over your mouth. Azul's eyes shot wide open.

B-beautiful? He was beautiful?

"Y/N!" Headmaster Crowley laughed out. "Such a pretty speaker! Why, the first thing you say to him is compliments! How kind."

Hold on- Azul's mind short-circuited. Y/N? As in Y/N L/N? His soulmate?

"Are you Y/N L/N?" He spoke, simultaneously pulling up his robes' sleeve to show you his inner wrist. "May I see your wrist?"

You were barely functioning, barely able to force your brain to send singals for you to do the same. And yet, you succeeded and gasped.

"What on earth?" You gaped at the words on your wrist. As far as you knew, you never got a tattoo! You were sure of it! Why was everything happening so weirdly; first you woke up almost being boiled alive by some strange tanuki and now this-

"Headmaster??" You whirled around to meet a jaw-dropped Crowley. His golden eyes were shot wide behind his mask. "Sir??"

You whirled around to meet Azul's teary eyes. He fell to his knees, hands grasping onto the hand that had his name, Azul Ashengrotto, written in equally black writing. His shoulders shook with his sobs, yet he musters up enough courage to stare back into your eyes, confessing all his pent-up feelings from the past seventeen or so, years.

"I'm ugly, I'm fat, I'm so despicable but please," Azul stares into your eyes, baring the windows to his soul. "Love me."

You bent down, hands instinctively wrapping around Azul's frame. The way he says all those words, it was like a knife stabbing your heart. This poor boy, how much did he go through? He said those words so easier, as if it was natural to think of himself in that way.

"Azul."

The way you said his name, rolling it on your tongue with your accent, Azul loves it. He wants- no needs to hear you saying it again.

"Azul, I will love you, heart and soul," You promise, cradling his face to press a kiss on his forehead. Azul's eyes fluttered shut as he squeezes your hands. "I don't know you that well yet, but I'll do my best. But promise me this, stop saying those words."

His eyes were blown wide.

"You are beautiful, gorgeous, handsome, and everything else similar. Please," You caressed his cheek, smiling as he blushed. "stop saying you're anything but that."

"Oh, Y/N, the things you do to me will make my heart stop beating," Azul gives you a lovesick smile. "But I feel so addicted to those feelings that you give you. Oh, Y/N, the things you do to me...and I love it."

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

Somewhere in the Octavinelle dormitory, a girl with ebony-black hair and violet eyes smiled at the view of the ocean. She felt so at peace whenever she is reminded that she is once again, in the realm that she loved oh so much, Twisted Wonderland.

"Jade?" She calls out, receiving a hum from her co-vice dorm leader. She taps her fingers repetitively on the Mostro Lounge bar table before speaking. "I have to go, hold down the fort yeah?"

She bids him farewell without a response. Her heels click against the marble floors of Octavinelle; the signature light-purple scawf that is part of her dorm uniform flutters before falling. Raven continues on her way to her room before locking herself in. Waving her hand, her belongings that decorated the room for almost a year disappeared, misting away. Soon enough, the room was void, the bed neatly folded and void of anyone's prescene. She snapped her fingers, replacing the classy Octavinelle dorm uniform with a simple black hoodie with jeans.

She walked out, the room flickering once and twice before being replaced with a wall. Octavinelle never had two vice dorm leaders, the title only ever belonged to Jade in this timeline. The ocean blue windows, giving a perfect view to the vividly colored marine life, only made her heartstrings tug. Raven had no feelings, no desires to leave. In fact, she desperately wanted to cling to the magic of this world she loved oh so much. Couldn't she stay, just for a longer time?

She had made so many memories. From fleeing Floyd's friendly hugs to chasing Azul down the corridors, she made so many good memories. Can't she stay? Make some more?

Her wrist-watch beeped as her time here came to a close.

Raven let out a painful sigh before looking outside at one of the windows. Her heart sunk at the prospect of leaving, but her mind won in the end. Raven reluctantly tapped her feet, disappearing in a wave of purple. Similar to a certain dragon fae's magic, the only thing left of Raven was purple butterflies who slowly flew out of the dorm, leaving no trace of Octavinelle's co-vice dorm leader.

Floyd came bounding around the corner but froze. His eyes narrowed at the scarf in the middle of the hallway. His black-gloved hands pick it up before sniffing it. It was the scent of crisp cinnamon and also the faint smell of cool mint leaves, the smell of winter. His heightened senses informed him that this was a familiar scent, but his mind couldn't recall who it belonged to.

He strode into the dining hall, handing it to his twin brother who repeats his actions.

"You know who it belongs to?" Floyd drawls out, leaning against Mostro's bar table. Jade shakes his head.

"But it smells very familiar..."

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[luminous-letters]

whoops im the person who requested the dorm leaders with an s/o with portal magic and just saw the char limit of 3😭 anyway can u do it with Malleus, Leona and Azul? thankss

will do, anon!

The magic of portals. The magic to bend reality, to compress space into the shortest length possible. And to cross through that path from one place to another like it was nothing. Truly, a coveted power.

But do not be hasty with its usage. For usurpers and swindlers alike would like their hands laced around such a treasure, a priceless gem...

Leona always wondered how you could appear anywhere, anytime. One moment he'd see you picking flowers in the botanical garden, then after literally a minute, he hears from Ruggie that you got into trouble at the dorms— again.

It took him a hot minute to understand how you were moving from place to place at essentially the speed of light.

"Portal magic, huh?"

"I see you've managed to piece it all together."

You expected him to use it for his own good, as a convenient treat for himself. But you've misjudged Leona yet again.

He was respectful and knew your boundaries. He didn't ask for you to open a few for his own benefit. Why would he do that if he could just walk by himself?

It's not too big of a hassle to walk. And he was sure that a magic like that would mean that you'd accumulate blot much faster than most.

He was caring, although it wasn't blatantly obvious. Occasionally, he'd send a few of his dormmates or Ruggie to come check up on you.

And ever so often, he'd tell you to watch your use of that power. Lest you fall into blot. Unlikely at first glance, Leona didn't want to wish that same experience on anyone. And he most certainly didn't want you — his darling — to suffer that same fate.

A magic that could open portals? Fascinating indeed, moreso that it was his dear darling that beared this wonderful boon.

How cruel of you to keep it a secret. And from your beloved too, out of all people. He couldn't help but feel offended. But of course, his forgiveness was quite easy to avail.

"You magic would make transportation a lot more...sustainable. So if you don't mind—"

"No—"

"—But! I only require your services on Sundays! A good deal, no?"

You swiftly declined.

But Azul Ashengrotto wasn't one to give up so easily. From tiny gestures, to sweet dates and honeyed promises. He courted his way once again into you, like your first encounter with him.

From deliveries, to transportation. He could even charge a fare for it.

"Azul, see, this is why I didn't want you to know in the first place."

Oh. Oh.

He might've been a tad lost in his thoughts of business for a second. But, if that is what you desire you need not worry any further. He wasn't one to give up easily, but he was also a man who knew when to end a pursuit.

As an heir to the Draconia throne, Malleus had seen many magics far and wide. Exotic and strange some, and a few that could rival his own.

But yours was strange, even for him.

Naturally, he wanted to explore more to this power. For this sort was rare, even for someone like him— who can exist longer than a nation's rise and fall.

Questions formed in his mind, and his curiosity grew. He wanted to experience your magic himself, maybe he can properly measure your power if he did so.

And you were eager to share it with him. Truth be told, Malleus was one of the people you trusted the most — next to Grim, of course.

He's never found something he could properly use this word for, mostly because grand magical feats were almost elementary to him and his people. But now he knew. This experience, with you, was so magical, enchanting, wondrous.

He felt a surge and rush as he passed through the portal, he crossed through bended reality. What a feat.

The thirst to know doesn't end there. His actions were indeed worthy of berating, but he was a glutton for wisdom. Anything that could potentially help his future rule of Briar Valley was welcome, and he would endlessly pursue that knowledge with all his might.

After a daybreak to sundown's worth of time had elapsed, Malleus' hunger was sated — for now — he would stop with the queries and constant poking. Again, for now.

In the meantime, why not stop by Diasomnia? Lilia plans an exotic dish that hails from the Scalding Sands.

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