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ristoranteivorykeys · 2 years

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twst mermay 9 — matching

in which azul puts on the same makeup he wears on your face ft. azul ashengrotto x reader

╰┈➤ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i got the idea for this fic when i had my makeup done recently for a party. matching as the prompt would have been obvious with jade and floyd, like writing them as mischievous twins looking exactly the same to screw over with everyone, and actually, that was supposed to be the original idea. but i found it to be too predictable, and the intimacy of having makeup applied on my face allured me. so this is how the fic came to be _(:3 」∠)_ i hope you enjoy!

╰┈➤ 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨: mermay masterlist

“Are you sure this is how you want to spend our evening?”

“I already told you, Azul, I really want this,” you say for what seems to be the third time today.

“But are you content with only sitting down for at least an hour,” Azul asks in concern as he opens the door to his room.

“I mean, that wouldn’t be too different from having dinner, right,” you answer with a laugh, entering the threshold of the room you’ve grown familiar with. “Anyway, I really like make-up, and you’re gonna be the one putting it on, so it’s not like I’m not without company.”

Your boyfriend sighs as he turns on the lights, a bemused smile gracing his lips. “Alright then, take a seat, my dear. I’ll just prepare my things.”

With a grin, you take a seat by the vanity desk, where you turn on the lamp resting atop it. From the mirror, you could see Azul taking off his gray coat, hat, and gloves, leaving those items on his bed. You purse your lip, resisting the urge to smile as your heart races a bit faster—you always prefer Azul without the coat. His silhouette looks much more attractive and sleek when his top layer is his black blazer.

He walks to one of his cabinets, where you watch him open the doors to open drawers found inside them. He takes out a few boxes, holding them in one hand before closing his cabinet and approaching where you sit.

Silently, you watch him open each box and take out several items, his fingers alluring you with their simple yet graceful movements. He takes out a few pouches, some containing mascaras and eyeliners, others containing brushes with different bristles and sizes. Laying on the vanity desk along with the pouches are some palettes ranging from light flesh to dark brown, with a few pinks and purples.

“I didn’t know you had this much stuff for make-up,” you comment as you eye the different items laid out in front of you. “I always thought you just used magic.”

“Well, I had to start from somewhere,” Azul replies in amusement. “Magic has its limits.” His hands move to the sides of your face, brushing back stray locks of hair that may block your face. You feel a shiver up your spine at his cool and delicate touch, and your face falls slightly when his hands leave you.

“What kind of music do you want,” he asks as he picks up his phone and a nearby speaker.

“Mm, any,” you reply. “Maybe salon music or something?”

From the reflection of the mirror, you watch him tap on his phone for a few minutes before the familiar electronic beats resound around the room. Without realizing, you bob your head to the music for just a moment.

You watch Azul picking up a plastic tube with a skin color close to yours. Foundation, you think to yourself. He squirts a bit of the foundation onto his fingers, and in a second you feel the cool sensation of the liquid and his touch on your forehead, cheeks, and chin. You have witnessed his strength a few times—and by the Great Seven, do you feel pity for Floyd for being subjected to it most of those times—but at this moment, his strokes gently caress your face. Something about him touching your face makes you giddy in the way that the close proximity doesn’t. Perhaps you associate it with all the times that he takes your cheek to pull you close to him for a kiss, or perhaps it’s that thought that he could be strong to others yet so gentle and caring with you.

He picks up a sponge afterwards, and he starts wiping the foundation on your face using it. The sponge is really soft, probably the softest thing you ever felt. In the mirror, you see Azul’s concentrated gaze as he spreads the foundation across your face, and the sight of his sky blue eyes along with your face slowly becoming smoother gives you a sense of rapture that’s hard to describe.

“Your skin has gotten a lot better,” Azul comments as he moves towards your cheek.

His words cause your chest to warm up, your heart becoming just as soft as the brush on your face. “W-well, it’s all thanks to someone who wouldn’t stop talking about the importance of skincare,” you say.

From the mirror, his lips curve to a smile as he chuckles. “And you’ve been the one diligently applying it every day. Don’t discredit yourself and your efforts, my dear.”

You don’t answer. You can’t, not with the butterflies in your stomach fluttering from how flustered you feel. You’ve been together with him for some time already, yet he manages to bring you back to the time when you first fell in love, the day when your surroundings slowly became brighter when you looked at him, like the way the foundation slowly brightens your face with each stroke. It’s rather embarrassing, the way he affects you like this.

Soon, after your face and neck have been coated with foundation, Azul picks up a smaller brush and opens a palette. The color he chooses is a dark brown.

“Close your eyes,” he says. In a second, you see nothing but black, sensing only the cool air in the room. In the next second, you feel one hand on the top of your head pushing you to look slightly upward and the bristles of a brush kissing one of your eyelids.

The position is slightly uncomfortable, with the way the back of your neck starts to ache, but you don’t complain. Azul’s hand resting on your head leaves your heart racing, and his strokes along your lid relax you. If you could, you would have been sleeping by now.

The pressure from his hand vanishes along with the brush, prompting you to open your eyes. Brown coats your lid, the shading still imperfect with its sharpness. Beside you, Azul dabs his brush on one of the lighter-colored eyeshadows. As his hand nears your face, you close your eyes once more, welcoming the sensation of the soft brush on your skin along with his other hand pushing your head slightly upwards.

“What made you want to have makeup just like mine?”

Your eyebrows raise up in surprise at the question. If your eyes were opened, they might have become wide for just a moment. “Well…” you trail off. “There’s nothing wrong about it, right?”

“I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing,” he adds. “I’m just curious as to why.”

“Mmm…” You hum, your voice a little higher pitched than normal. “I always wanted to try Octavinelle’s makeup.”

Just as you finish, he removes his hands from you, and you open your eyes. The eyeshadow looks much more blended, bringing your eyes out in a way that you never thought they’d glow. You don’t say anything for a moment, enamored with the beauty of your eyes, while Azul takes a smaller brush and dabs it onto the purple palette.

“Look at me,” your boyfriend says. That must be your favorite sentence for the night because you feel your cheeks and neck heat up from such a command, not to mention it distracts you from the conversation. You look up at him, gazing at his soulful and concentrated eyes framed by his glasses. He holds your head up, stroking the brush along your lash line going to the outer corner of your eye. Goosebumps raise on your arms. You can’t help but let your eyes wander to the blue of his eyes, the curve of his lips, the shape of his nose. By the Great Seven, Azul is absolutely stunning, and he should give himself more credit for all the hard work he’s done to become the person that he is now.

“You were saying you wanted to try our makeup,” he repeats your earlier sentence, resuming the previous conversation.

“Ah,” you utter. You expected him to go back, but you wish he didn’t. “I mean, I really like your purple eyeshadow and stuff.”

“I had asked you if you just wanted to wear the standard Octavinelle makeup and not mine,” he says. “It would have just been the iconic eye makeup including the purple eyeshadow.”

“Well,” you start as he lifts his hands from your face. He scrutinizes his work before going back to adjusting the shadow on your lash line. “I mean, there’s really no reason! I like your makeup a lot. It looks really pretty. That’s just it.”

“Is that really all there is to it,” he asks with a raised brow.

Damn it, you hate that look so much. It’s just one motion of the brow, yet it can bring you to your knees from how good he looks and how he’s onto you. “Well, I–I mean,” you stammer, slightly flustered. “There doesn’t have to be a reason for it, nothing to it.”

Azul casts a bemused smile. “For a question out of curiosity, you’re rather defensive about it.”

His words shut you up.

“We’ve been together for some time now, my dear, and you and I know how much you wear your heart on your sleeve,” he adds. His voice remains even with some bemusement, but something wavers in his eyes. He doesn’t say anything about it—he never would. But still, you know. And you feel bad. “Is it really that embarrassing to say why?”

It is. It really is, you think to yourself.

He leaves to put down his brush and lets you see your eye. The completed eyeshadow looks absolutely gorgeous, and for a moment, the beauty takes hold of your attention. But the embarrassment and nervousness doesn’t quite leave you, and you remain silent to Azul’s question. As you watch him pick up the brush previously used for the first brush of shadow and approach you, you close your eyes.

And in that darkness, perhaps it’s the softness of his brush strokes or the electronic beats of the music being louder or the fact that you can’t see anything, but you start speaking.

“Well, I mean there’s no denying I like the makeup, and yours stands out the most,” you say. “But… well, um…”

Azul doesn’t speak as he remains working on your other eyelid, but you know he’s listening.

“I just, well, I guess this might sound a bit delusional? Weird? But I wanted to try on your makeup to be more associated with you.”

He stops his movements for a moment. “Eh?”

“Like, um…” You purse your lips as you try to think of the right words to say. Meanwhile, he resumes his work.

“Well, you always wear that makeup in the dorm, so it’s definitely become something that expresses who you are at this point. And I guess, well…” Your voice starts softening. “Is it cheesy to want to be associated with you by having matching makeup for even just a day? To let people know that I’m the person that you decided to welcome into your world, and you’re the person I chose to be with? I know how much you want to maintain your image. But I guess I also just… want to have people know at the same time that I’m yours…”

The electronic music continues playing in the background. Its beats can’t slow your racing heartbeat or calm your nerves.

“I’m sorry, just forget it,” you say. “It’s possessive of me.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” Azul says. He puts down his hands and puts back his brush, letting you open your eyes. “If anything, I should have been more attentive to your feelings on the matter of not letting our relationship become public.”

Your shoulders relax, like a burden was lifted off just from hearing his words alone.

“You and I both know how selfish I can be, and my emotions can get in the way,” he continues. “But above that, I want to make you happy.” He tucks your loose strands of hair, pleating them to your sides as he cups your face, for him to see. “I welcomed you into my world because I…I love you. I’m willing to set aside my pride, even for an evening.”

Your breath almost hitches in your throat. You don’t fight the smile that makes its way across your face. Not like you can, from the euphoria that his words give you.

“Azul, I—” You gulp, as if the lump growing in your throat can be swallowed. “I love you so much.”

He smiles back at you. All the little ‘I love you’s gleam in his eyes like the glitter that eyeshadow can have. It’s there, it brightens his eyes, it adds more to his beauty. Great Seven, if you didn’t have makeup on, you would cry from this moment where the two of you simply smile at each other as salon music plays in the background, relishing in the love that you two share.

He moves, standing up straighter. “So, shall we finish up your look?”

“Oh, of course,” you answer excitedly. He picks up the next brush to use and dabs it on a certain color. As you close your eyes again and let him resume his work, all you can do is smile and melt in the bliss in your chest. Great Seven, I don’t deserve someone like Azul at all, you think to yourself. But thank you for giving Azul to me.

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takuyakistall · 4 years

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letters. | floyd leech

@loolabunnbai

length: 4.5k words

Taku's notes: I'm so sorry for the wait ! I enjoyed making this, fufu~

Huffing, you enclosed your letter inside the white envelope- 'To Jade Leech' you wrote, already feeling giddy and excited over his reply. The letter contained a long rant about your shared interest- mountains, the both of you exchanged letters enough to be called pen pals. It all started when you visited NRC to visit your friend who was in Octavinelle, getting in as an outsider wasn't easy- so you had to sneak in. You were unfortunate enough to run into him while sneaking in, all dressed up in hiking clothing. You were a mountain lover- just like him and you just couldn't help but get distracted. Commenting about his gear and asking him about where he was heading to, though Jade didn't let your questions divert his attention from the fact that you, an outsider, was sneaking into Night Raven College.

He almost exposed you to the school staff if it were not for the 'mushroom lover' badge on his bag and you acting quickly enough to mention a hidden cave you discovered a day ago- ever since that day, the both of you became pen pals and often went hiking together. That was three months ago; you just sent another letter to him about how you wanted to visit his school to finally meet his twin brother and the octopus he keeps on talking about in his letters. You just hoped that he could find a way for you to go in, after all- you did say that you were bringing in a rare specimen of fungi if that ever happened.

Jade had a small smile on his face as he opened the door to his shared room with Floyd, a letter in hand. Floyd perked up when he heard the doorknob turn, his twin brother having a gleeful expression on his face and his gaze fell on the letter in Jade's gloved hands. "Ne, Jade~ Is that another letter from your mountain buddy? You look really happy~" Floyd asked in his usual carefree tone, he'd been curious about his twin brother's pen pal ever since the very first letter arrived. "Ee, Floyd. It seems like they sent me another letter, fufu~" Jade neatly opened the letter, his hands scrambling to see the contents of the envelope. He unfolded it and skimmed the whole thing first before taking it all in.

His eyes fell on the words 'rare fungi' and he couldn't help but pay more attention to that part more than anything else. Floyd approached Jade from behind, wrapping an arm around his brother's neck to get a closer look at the letter. "Hehe~ What's this? Your little mountain buddy wants to visit NRC and meet me and Azul?" Floyd giggled, suddenly feeling excited about this whole situation. He was curious about this mountain buddy and it seemed like he was about to meet them. After all, Jade was willing to do anything to get his hands on those rare specimens. Letting in a guest into their school was nothing but a menial task to be completed for his mushrooms.

"Uwah~! So this is what it looks like inside your dorm!" You stared in awe at the aquarium just outside the Mostro Lounge, slowly taking in the sight as Jade guided you inside. You went inside the lounge, the jazz music, and the voices of the customers filling in your sense of hearing. Your eyes darted around, the scent of various dishes overwhelmed you as you walked further into the lounge. You continued to follow Jade, no questions asked, you were too busy taking everything in. Jade simply hummed in delight when he glanced at your awed expression.

Both of you came to a stop in front of a door and your eyes started to sparkle, were you going to meet the others now? You sucked in a breath, hyping yourself up for an energetic greeting. However when Jade opened the door for you, like a gentleman, you suddenly got tackled by someone- making you lose your balance and fall on your back. "Eh~? You're not Jade." You stared at the culprit, he looked exactly like Jade just with droopy eyes and the darker strand of hair was on the other side- opposite to Jade.

Jade chuckled, looking down at the both of you- that little…! Did he know about this? Is that why he let you go in first? The culprit was atop of you, his arms hung loosely around your neck. It seems like he was supposed to give Jade a hug, though you caught it in place of him. The culprit let out a dry sigh, getting off you as Jade helped you up, muttering a small apology for putting you in the spot. Though you doubt that he really meant it, he had that same smile on his face after all.

"Floyd! What did I tell you about doing that?" Another figure emerged from the door, he had purple hair and glasses- shorter than the other two. Floyd just let out a sigh, "Ahh~ I get it, I get it. No need to repeat it the second time." He whined, raising his arm up to sling it around Jade's neck. "Ne, Jade~ who's the little shrimp you got there?" Before Jade could answer his question, the bespectacled man quickly interfered with the conversation- "(Y/N) (L/N), correct? I'm Azul Ashengrotto, Octavinelle's Dorm Leader." He had this suspicious aura around him, something about his smile was off- you knew it deep inside your guts. "I've heard a lot about you from Jade." He added and you glanced at Jade- wondering about how much he's told them about you. You nodded in response to Azul.

"You're correct. That's my name," and you glanced at Floyd who was next to Jade. "and may I know the name of the one who tackled me?" Azul's smile never faltered, "That's Jade's twin brother, Floyd Leech. I'm terribly sorry for what he did earlier, he tends to be quite a handful."

You just smiled reluctantly, "A-Ah! No, it's okay." You felt a pair of eyes scanning you up and down, you turned around to see that it was Floyd- lazily leaning on Jade with an arm wrapped around his neck. You suddenly felt conscious, very conscious and you didn't like it one bit. Floyd was giving off bad vibes and you immediately knew that you should try to avoid him. "Then, shall we go inside for some tea-" Azul's invitation was cut off. "Dorm Leader Azul!" It was a fellow dorm member. Azul raised his eyebrows, signalling the random man to go on. "Th-This is bad! Someone is trying to cause a ruckus at the entrance!"

Azul could only let out a sigh, Jade chuckled while Floyd didn't look even the least interested. "Jade, Floyd. Come with me, let's take care of this matter." Jade put a hand to his chest, "Understood." While Floyd didn't even bother replying properly- "Ehh~ I'm not in the mood." Azul's grip on his cane tightened as he let out another sigh, 'It's one of his mood swings again, oh well.' he thought.

"Very well. Jade, let's handle this by ourselves. Floyd, keep Jade's guest company while we're away." Floyd didn't respond and you were just dumbfounded. Ruckus? You wondered what that might be but- you decided that it wasn't important for the time being. All you know is that you entered the room- that looked like an office, with the person that you just swore to avoid. Life was sure treating you well. You sat down on the velvet couch, not knowing what to do as you watched Floyd plop down across you on the other couch. Well, this was a bit awkward. The silence remained for a few minutes.

"Hey Shrimpy~?" Shrimpy? Was that your new name now? You furrowed your eyebrows in annoyance.

"Excuse me, I have a na-"

"Eh~ whatever. Tell me, what's your relationship with Jade~?"

What was up with this guy!? He cut you off mid-sentence and didn't even bother apologizing. You clenched your fists, trying to keep your smile and keep calm in front of Floyd. Through gritted teeth, "That's none of your business." Floyd stared at you menacingly, you tensed up. He suddenly felt dangerous to you. He stood up from the couch, walking towards you as you suddenly back up- sliding further along the couch as Floyd kept on getting closer. "What do you think you're doing?"

Floyd didn't answer, he just continued walking towards you until he was only inches away from your face. "What did you say to me?" He asked you in a threatening tone- his mismatched eyes looking right towards your own. He took a hold of your wrist, squeezing it tightly and you wince- it hurts. Fear was rising inside of you and you couldn't help but tremble a bit, you didn't answer his question. He squeezed your wrist even tighter, you flinched. Before you could speak up, the door swung open- revealing Azul and Jade. Azul's eyes widened in surprise "Floyd! What do you think you're doing?"

With a click of his tongue, Floyd let go of your wrist and backed away- scratching the back of his head in frustration. Jade kept a straight face, he approached you and gently took a hold of the wrist Floyd took hostage. There was an evident red mark around it- shows how hard Floyd squeezed it. It was painful- yes, painful enough to the brink of tears. It felt like your wrist was about to snap, how was Floyd strong enough to be able to do that? Jade just let out a sigh and stood up to grab the first aid kit placed on a nearby shelf. He went back to you, treating your wrist and wrapping a bandage around it. "I apologize for my brother's behaviour. I shouldn't have left you alone with him." He actually looked regretful, it's rare for him to show such expression. "No, don't apologize. It isn't your fault." You shook your head and averted your gaze to Floyd instead, you lowered your voice and whispered to Jade. "It's him who should be apologizing."

That concluded your first visit.

The second visit was even more of a mess than the last- you thought that Floyd would be still as troublesome as the last time you saw him. However when you opened the door to the VIP room, where Jade told you to meet them, you didn't expect to see Floyd alone. He was leaning against the desk, his hands in his pockets. When he heard the doorknob turn, his head immediately snapped towards the door. He expected you, Jade and Azul cornered him to apologize- and that was he was going to do.

You froze, the unpleasant memories you had with him from the last visit suddenly flooding back. You were very tempted to slam the door just to turn around and run away. However you decided against it- you steeled yourself and entered the room, you didn't sit anywhere and just stood up. You felt like Floyd was going to try something and you were preparing yourself just in case you needed to run away. Floyd took a step closer to you, you took a step back. He took another step closer, and you took another step back- you were having none of this. The cycle continued on for about two more times before Floyd groaned, "Argh! Can't you just stay still for a moment!?" He told you before running towards you- you shrieked and ran away, going in circles around the room. It was a mouse and cat chase, and you definitely did not enjoy it one bit! You let out a painful cry when you suddenly hit your knee against the corner of the couch- you fell down on one knee and was unable to escape Floyd any longer. "Ah~ finally." He had this grin on his face, you could tell that he was about to do something.

He towered over your kneeling figure and you immediately got intimidated- Oh god, what was he going to do now? You didn't really expect his next words. "I'm sorry." He said in a normal tone, his gaze not meeting yours as he placed his hands in his pockets once again. Were you hearing that right? Floyd was apologizing? It shocked you to the core but the apology wasn't unwelcomed- you were willing to forgive him for last time. You were about to, until- "Jade told me to say sorry or else we're having mushrooms for a week." Ah, you should've expected this. Jade forced him to apologize, not surprising but- it's still very disappointing. You rubbed your knee as you stood up wobbly, an unnatural smile plastered on your face. "I see… so Jade forced you to apologize." You clenched your fists tightly in anger, "It seems like we won't be getting along that well, Floyd." You walked towards the door, swinging it open and ran outside- you heard no protests from Floyd.

"Argh! That stupid Floyd! I knew that we weren't suited well for each other but I didn't know he was going to be this bad!" You cried out, kicking over an empty can of juice you found by the hallway. It rolled all the way to the other side of the courtyard, you jogged over to retrieve it but you gasped when you saw where the can hit. It hit someone's eye, a bruise slowly forming around the victim's eye- he suddenly started to bark out orders to the men who were with him. "Grr-! Find out who did this! We'll make 'em pay for what they did!" The other men around him just grunted in response, taking out their magic pens- ready to attack. You felt your pulse quicken, you quickly hid behind the shrub that was conveniently placed in front of you.

You heard footsteps approach you and you sucked in a breath when someone grabbed your shoulder- "Aha! You're the culprit, aren't ya?" Judging from the colour of his armband- the one who caught you was from Savanaclaw. You didn't say anything and stared at the man, you didn't have your pen with you and you weren't ready to have a fistfight with almost 5 people with no help whatsoever. "Hey, answer me." He poked your shoulder harshly, you still stayed silent. The constant poking suddenly got stronger and stronger until it was a full-on shoving now, you stumbled back- falling on your bottom. You couldn't resist the urge to scream at the man now- "Hey-!!"

"Hey." A voice cut you off, you took a moment to glance at the person who just called out- it was Floyd. He had a smile plastered on his face as he suddenly started stretching his arms, "Don't go bullying poor Shrimpy over there~ Why don't you play with me instead?" The man who caught you froze in place, his expression perfectly capturing the essence of his fear. He scrambled away almost immediately, tripping over himself as he escaped. Floyd clicked his tongue, "Chicken." before helping you up. The man was scared away when Floyd appeared, what was up with that? Did Floyd have a bad reputation or something? If he did, it wouldn't be surprising in the least- not after your unpleasant first encounter with him. "Hey Shrimpy, are you okay?" The concern lacing his voice was surprising, though your thoughts didn't linger on that for too long when you questioned him about why he was here.

"I followed you." In a nonchalant tone, Floyd shrugged. You massage your temples as you tell yourself 'I should've expected this.' Though a huge part of you was thankful for his presence- it was a lifesaver. Had it not been for his actions, you would've probably ended up with a few bruises from the Savanaclaw student. Floyd stared at you, "Why didn't you fight back?" The serious tone of his voice caught you off guard, he was curious- and for once, you answered his question. "Do you think I could handle all of them if I picked a fight?" Sarcasm laced your voice as you dusted off the dirt on your clothes, fixing your hair in the process. "Besides, it's not like I wouldn't fight back. I was just about to explode before you made your grand appearance." You trailed off, aggressively looking away from Floyd as you continued. "Thanks for that, by the way. I appreciate it."

Floyd stared at you for a second or two before bursting into laughter, a smile on his face. You felt your face burn up from embarrassment and you couldn't help but walk away- though Floyd didn't allow you to. He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you towards him, swinging his arm around your neck- just like how he usually does with Jade. He leaned down to whisper to your ear, "Heh~ you're pretty interesting. I like you~" Before letting you go and going on his own way, leaving you as a flustered mess. You buried your face in your palms as various thoughts haunted your mind- "Ahhh, what does he mean by that?" Perhaps Floyd wasn't so bad after all. You were once again willing to get to know him better.

You composed yourself from your flustered state, fanning your face with your hand as you walked away from the courtyard. It was time for you to go back home- and you already knew deep inside that your next visit wasn't going to be peaceful as well. You did manage to catch the interest of Jade's twin brother after all, and a small part of you didn't really mind and looked forward to it. Ugh, what was wrong with you today?

Your head was filled with thoughts about Floyd- about what he did and what he said. Hell! He even started sending you letters in the past few weeks, his handwriting looked sloppy but it was still readable. He often talks about how his day goes in his letters and mentions a lot of unknown people to you such as 'goldfish' or 'crab'. Even though you didn't know of the people he's talking about, you enjoyed reading his letters just as much as you enjoy reading Jade's. Though lately, you found yourself looking forward to Floyd's letters more than Jade's- and that already says a lot. Your replies to his letters were often about your day too- and some small comments about his day and some of the questionable actions he did (according to his letter). You could still remember his first letter.

Shrimpy~!

It suddenly became boring here when you left, you should've stayed longer. Ah~ I completely forgot about squeezing you. I'll make sure to do it the next time you come back- speaking of that, hey~ come back soon m'kay? Goldfish shouted at me when I tried to squeeze him and even compared me to Jade, can't I just squeeze him? There's also Crab-kun running away from me again~ it's so funny to see his panicked expression hahahaha!

- Floyd <3

The nonsense contained in his letter and the sloppy handwriting made it hard for you to like it at first, some letters were flat out unreadable while some were really neat and fancy- you guessed that it was depending on his mood. The playfulness seeping through his letters got to you and you found yourself giggling at them, making small comments as you read through his letters. Floyd had a small habit of adding a lot of doodles in his letters- a goldfish, an eel, an emoticon, or whatever. He used it often and it was contagious. You started doodling in your letters more, sometimes adding a bit of colour if you felt creative and honestly, Floyd wasn't such a bad pen pal to have.

The exchange went on for about three or four months until Floyd suddenly mentioned something in his letters- he whined about how he wanted to see you. You were embarrassed, your heart rate going faster by the second and you couldn't help but just let out a muffled squeal. Floyd wanted to see you? Ah-!! You couldn't believe that you developed feelings of attachment and infatuation for him, especially because of your first meeting- it wasn't exactly pleasant. Though love truly is mysterious if you ended up liking him more than just a friend. You quickly wrote a response letter saying how your next visit was in a week or so and even added a small note at the bottom about how you wanted to see him too. It was a bold move, and you really didn't mind it if Floyd gets the message. In fact- you'd be elated if he did. Now visiting NRC was the only thing occupying your mind- you were excited.

"Jade~! Have you seen Shrimpy's letter? Shrimpy is coming over soon!" Floyd waved the letter in front of Jade's face, looking happier than he ever was this week. Jade just gently pushed the letter away from his face, "I know. Exciting, isn't it?" Jade was excited too, he wasn't just as excited as Floyd was. You mentioned that you found another cave near a mountain and asked Jade out on another mountain date to look for mushrooms. Jade was ready to talk to you for hours and he will do it. Nobody but you shared the same passion he held for mountains and mushrooms, that's why you were special to Jade. "Fufu~"

Floyd seemed to misunderstand a teeny tiny thing about the two of you- ever since your first meeting with him, he hasn't exactly gotten a clear answer as to what kind of relationship you held with Jade. So he just assumed that Jade liked you and you liked him back- he assumed that you were lovers because no one bothered to answer his question. Though after your second visit to NRC, he decided that he didn't care if you liked Jade or not- he was interested in you and he was about to whisk you away from Jade if he wanted to. Floyd didn't particularly care if Jade liked you or not- he was the more selfish one out of the two and it shows. Even if Jade liked you, there was no way in hell that he's just going to be stopped just because of that. This is Floyd we're talking about after all.

Floyd just grumbled under his breath as he lied down on his bed, reading your letter once more before flushing red when he finally saw your small note at the bottom. You wanted to see… him? Floyd couldn't help but grin, suddenly bursting with energy as he rolled on his bed- "Shrimpy is so cute~!"

Floyd didn't really think this through. He was overcome with jealousy when he saw Jade place a kiss on the back of your hand and how flustered you looked when he did that. He clenched his fist tightly as he walked away from the scene, "Tch." You saw him walk away in the corner of your eyes and you quickly followed suit. You caught up to him and grabbed his shoulder "Hey-" "Let go of me." The venom laced in his voice was strong enough to make you flinch in fear and immediately let go of his shoulder when you saw that look in his eye. It reminded you of your first meeting, he had the very same look in his eyes and that made your heart feel like it was being squeezed.

In anger, you stomped away to the courtyard once again. Why was he acting like that again!? Ugh, you didn't even know what you did wrong so why…? Numerous questions popped up inside your head as you tried your best to stay calm, "Why in the world did I like him in the first place…?" You muttered under your breath, calling yourself an idiot for falling for someone as problematic as him. It's only been a few months, your only source of interaction during those months were letters- you felt like absolute crap. You came all this way and he just got mad at you for unknown reasons.

You sat on a wooden bench placed near a pillar and wallowed in your own sadness as you tried to think of the reason why he got mad- Floyd was unpredictable, it made it even harder for you to pinpoint the exact reason. You were lost in your own thoughts when you felt a tap on your shoulder, jumping at the sudden contact. "Ah-!!" You almost screamed had it not been for the fact that the person covered your mouth with their hand.

You wanted to look at the one who was responsible for this but you couldn't- so you resorted into biting the perp's hand and was shocked when you heard the scream. "FLOYD!?" You wanted to apologize but it was his fault for using such suspicious methods! Could you really be blamed for biting his hand? "Shrimpy you-!" Floyd clutched the hand close to his chest, it was painful to say the least. Instead of lashing out at you, Floyd just let out a tired sigh and said, "Argh, nevermind that. Shrimpy, could you come closer for a second~?" His usual sing-song voice was back when he asked you to come closer- you raised an eyebrow in suspicion but you reluctantly agreed and walked closer.

You let out a small yelp when Floyd suddenly pulled you towards him, crashing his lips against yours. It started out rough, his sharp teeth grazing your lips as you tasted the metallic taste of blood. Good Lord, you didn't expect this- but it wasn't entirely unwelcome. Then the kiss suddenly turned gentle, Floyd calming down and just savouring the feeling of his own lips against yours. You pulled back, gasping as you desperately got oxygen back into your system. Your whole face was hot and dozens of things were flashing in your mind. Though Floyd's next words put an end to them all.

"I don't care if you like Jade, I like you and I'm stealing you away from him if I need to."

Your eyes widened from the shock, everything was slowly sinking in. The kiss, his confession- Hell! You were about to explode. Good riddance, Floyd really thought that there was something between you and Jade. Floyd liked you and that what mattered the most to you right now- you were racking your brain up for a response. "First of all- there's nothing going on between me and your brother. We're just really good friends. And secondly-" You grabbed his tie and pulled on it, making Floyd crane over his neck to look at you at such a small distance away. "I like you too."

おまけ！

"Wait a minute! So the reason you stormed off was because....?" You tilted your head in confusion as you tried to rack your brain up for the answer. Floyd flushed slightly, ruffling his own hair as he averted his eyes somewhere else. "It's nothing."

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst writing #fanfic #twisted wonderland x reader #your takoyaki has been served!#long post #octavinelle #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech #floyd #twisted wonderland floyd #twst floyd #floyd x reader #oneshot #damn this was rlly fun to write #i hope he's not too ooc-?#twst x reader #letter

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thelevinary · 5 years

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Dealer's Choice, so feel free to pick one, some or all of these three: H38, with Faris & El (with or without Luminerik, heh); H2, Hendrik and literally anybody but Jade might be funniest; H9, Serena & Jade

Alright, so H38, or “We should do a couples costume.” stuck out to me.

Please enjoy the following with this visual. Thank you. :)

“We could do…a couples costume,” El said sheepishly, his shoulders up to his ears. Erik looked back at him like he was speaking a different language.

“Excuse me? Could you repeat that? I think I heard you wrong.”

El shook his head, he meant what he’d said.

“For the parade. Faris said he’d even dress up with us-”

Before El could finish the thought Erik had already turned his back to walk away. He waved his hand dismissively back at Eleven.

“No thanks. I have no interest in helping him any more than we already have. Do what you like, but I’m out.”

He didn’t look back because he knew El’s pout would draw him right back in, and damn it, he wasn’t going to dress up in a stupid costume with El and Faris.

After an hour of window shopping for things he didn’t need, Erik almost ran right into Veronica blocking his path, arms spread wide to get his attention.

“You. With me. Now.”

As much as Erik wanted to argue for the sake of being an ass, he decided it was easier to do as she said. It was too hot for anything else in this godforsaken city.

“What did you say to Eleven?” she said, hands on her hips. He assumed she’d jump up to smack him in the face if his answer wasn’t a gushing apology. Instead he shrugged his shoulders.

“I told him I didn’t want to dress up with him for the parade.”

Veronica huffed. “He asked you because he didn’t want to hang out with Faris alone. You were supposed to be his buffer. Some partner you are!”

That comment cut a bit, and Erik knew Veronica knew just how to get under his skin. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Fine. I guess if he needs me I’ll be there.”

“That’s more like it. Now Sit. Stay. Good boy.” She mocked a whip movement with her hand before walking away, laughing. Erik rolled his eyes with a huff and turned to make his way toward the palace.

Crowds had already begun to form along the main street, and Erik found it increasingly more difficult to elbow his way through. By the time he finally reached the palace, the parade was about to begin.

The two guards in front of the entrance crossed their spears, blocking Erik’s way in.

“Sorry, kid. No entry to the palace during the festival, Sultan’s orders.”

Erik grunted behind gritted teeth, they had to be around here somewhere. He glanced around, but everyone was already in costume. He caught a glimpse of purple and wheeled around, but it was just Sylvando, decked out in his usual feathers.

“Looking for someone, sweetheart?” He asked. “Where’s your other half?”

Erik furrowed his brow and opened his mouth to argue.

‘I know, I know. Honestly, honey we’re all just waiting for it at this point.”

Erik snorted back a laugh and turned to walk away. Sylvando called after him.

“If you’re looking for our little Luminary, he’s dressed as a horse with the princey-poo!”

Erik clenched his fists. Technically, this was his fault. If he would have just agreed to go with El in the first place, he wouldn’t have to -

Wait, a horse?

Erik scanned the gathering crowd of performers until he spotted what might have looked like a horse…if you’d only ever seen one from about 30 feet away in the dark.

He jogged over and tentatively patted the horse’s back.

“Uh, El? Are you in there?”

The head of the horse came off, and he was face to face with Eleven.

“Hey, sorry about earlier. I didn’t realize-”

“Thank you for coming, but I’m still mad at you. What changed your mind?”

Erik decided he wasn’t giving Veronica the credit for guilting him back. That, and it made him seem like an even worse friend.

“Change of heart. Even thieves can have those, ya know,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. Another person emerged from the back of the costume.

“My friends! A thousand thank yous for coming! Oh, this is delightful! Now that there are two of you, I can ride the noble steed!”

“Excuse me?” Erik said, holding himself tighter. There was no way in hell Faris actually expected him to get in that thing.

Ten minutes and a few puppy-dog pouts later, Erik was in the back end of the horse getup.

“I can’t believe-” he started, until Faris decided to climb onto his back. All of the air left his lungs and he braced the weight on his legs, which had already started to wobble.

“Oh my god I’m going to collapse. This isn’t going to work!” His voice was muffled through gritted teeth. He reached out desperately and wrapped his arms around El’s hips for support, burrowing his face in his lower back. He tried to arch his back, but it caved as his core gave out, keening Faris violently to the side.

“Woah, woah there friend! Should we place dear Eleven in the back instead? I fear you may not be able to handle the weight.” He dismounted and El pulled the horse head off, stepping out so Erik could move. He gasped for fresh air, his face flushed and hair sticking to his forehead.

“I think I almost died.”

“Perhaps it would help if you removed your shirts. The parade is an entire lap around the city, and I would not want my steed to pass out from under me!”

Erik shot El a glare, but his turtleneck was already up and over his head. He sighed loud enough for Yggdrasil to hear and began to untie his sash.

El handed him the horse head with a smile as Faris helped him into the back end of the costume. That smile was going to be the death of him one of these days.

The parade started off well enough, Erik and El moved together as they usually did - in step, fluid. Erik warned of dips in the road and changes of direction, and El followed, trusting Erik to be his eyes.

It was hot as ever in Gallopolis, so it hadn’t taken long for both of them to be dripping in sweat. Maybe Faris had a point other than obviously trying to get El to take his clothes off.

El clung to Erik’s waist for support, arms locked like a vise. His back wobbled every now and then, but he was holding out much better than Erik would have. Maybe all that time at the forge really was doing something for him.

He’d never admit it out loud but the skin-on-skin contact was pretty nice, even if they’d both need extensive showers later. Erik was jolted out of his thoughts to El’s head bumping into his back.

“Did you just headbutt me?”

“Keep…moving.” He grunted. The weight was definitely starting to get to him. They only had a few blocks left.

They reached the end in one piece, only barely. As soon as the parade began to disperse, El’s back sunk and Faris lept off with surprising grace.

“Ha ha! What a parade! Thank you so much, friends!”

Erik tossed the horse head on the ground and stepped out of his half, turning around to help Eleven out of his. He stood up straight slowly, his back cracking in several places.

Faris eyed him over much like he did when they first met, much to Erik’s annoyance. The prince stepped closer, and Erik’s muscles tensed.

“If you require a…massage to get yourself back in order, please do not hesitate to come to the palace.” He said before backing away with a wink. His tone was far too flirtatious.

“I got it.” Erik growled between clenched teeth. He took his gloves off and shoved them in his waistband before kneading at El’s shoulders a little more forcefully than required until Faris was out of sight. He snapped back to his senses when El yelped in pain.

“Ow, Erik! Stop, jeez! What’s gotten into you?”

Erik immediately removed his hands and slid his gloves back on before replacing his tunic and sash.

“That guy creeps me out. He likes you a little too much.”

El crossed his arms and looked at Erik accusingly. “Sounds like someone is just jealous.”

Erik sputtered, unable to come up with a decent comeback. Could he have at least put his shirt back on before being a little shit?

El watched with amusement as Erik’s face turned red and he struggled to form a sentence. Flustering him was too easy, one of these days he’d get a confession out of him. For now, he was more than content with teasing him until his face matched his sash. El picked up his undershirt and coat before heading off to the bar for a well-earned drink, Erik scrambling after him.

#fic #prompt asks #Luminerik #writing more nonsense without shirts I'm on brand #I could not get that horse costume out of my HEAD it had to happen #Faris would insist they carry him the entire way

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artzystarlight · 7 years

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Bright Sky: Book 1: The Brightest Sky: Chapter 2

My newest book series! ^w^ ~Bright Sky is a book series of a team of eight students powered with magic in the magical world of Magicalia in Magicalia Capital Academy. The newest member and the one who started this all is Clarice Mizu, a typical teenage girl with more behind her than she knows of. She has transferred schools, meeting her team of friends. After meeting Sora Wayde, Blossom Cath, Jack Blizzard, Cole MacKenzy, Drake Energie, Mae Aria and Amber Blaze, her life takes a turn for both the best and the worse as they all go on multiple adventures with each other, which will soon turn into serious situations that revolve around each person, especially Clarice.~ I am extremely proud of this book series, and more is to come! ……………………………………………………………………………………………….

Chapter 2: Meet The Teams

“Well I’m guessing the two of you met already…” A girl with dark raven purple hair in a ponytail commented as she fixed her black circular glasses. Clarice had to take note on who everyone was, so she looked at each person’s outfit. The girl had a violet colored mini cardigan with a lavender colored shirt underneath. She also wore forest green cotton and polyester shorts and pale orchid colored flats.

“You were the girl who SLAPPED me when I helped you!” The boy stared down at Clarice, Clarice being a few inches shorter than he was.

“And YOU were the boy who CRASHED into me playing basketball and who didn’t even respond when I said thank you! I know you heard me damnit!” Clarice stared up at him, not giving a damn if she was shorter.

“Hey, are you new?” A girl with messy and ruffled bangs of her short copper hair covering her forehead questioned as her jade eyes stared at Clarice. She wore a red flannel shirt that had one short sleeve and the other part of the other shoulder was sleeveless. Underneath the flannel, she had a neon red undershirt along with lavender jogging shorts and pale blue sneakers with fat white laces.

“Yeah, I am.”

“HA!”

The laugh came from a tall guy with navy blue hair in a ponytail and onyx eyes. He wore a stone gray polo shirt, long snowy white slacks and formal black shoes.

“The first day of school and already you are crashing into a new student. Geez you really are a dumbass, huh Sora?”

The boy with red hair turned toward the taller guy when he heard the sound of his name. As he realized who it was, he became enraged.

“Goddamnit! I forgot I’m going to be in a team with the school heartthrob version of Elsa…except way more lame than Elsa.”

Later on, both their faces got up near each other and they stared at each other, obviously disliking each other’s presence.

“Oh shut up you little shit! You know you have to shut your damn mouth before everyone catches your stupidity!”

“Of course I talk stupid like this, you little red haired bastard. How else would you understand what I say?!”

“BOTH OF YOU DUMBASSES SHUT UP.”

Everyone turned to a boy who was shorter than all of them on the team. He had dark skin, tree bark colored hair and moon colored eyes. He wore a tangerine colored sleeveless shirt with a turtleneck-like collar. He had pale khaki shorts and white shoes that looked like a silver mixed shade of white instead of how the color white normally looks. One unique thing about him was he had fingerless gloves that were the same color of his shirt.

“FRICKIN HELL CAN YOU GUYS NOT ARGUE FOR ONCE WHENEVER YOU MEET?!”

“Cole’s right. Guys can we please not fight? We just got together as a team and we are already arguing…” A quiet and gentle yet crystal clear voice came from the shortest girl of the team. She had tan skin, sunny blonde hair that was wavy yet separated into thick strands and sea foam green eyes. She wore a ruffled magenta long sleeve shirt and had a medium length cream colored skirt with pale pink ballet flats. She wore a silver pendant necklace and a light and pale blue headband with white polka dots.

“Well you guys probably hang out together already. The only one who actually just got together with you guys is me since you all know each other so well. I’m new so…” Clarice explained in her normal voice, but was actually extremely nervous. She was always shy and quiet at first around people, so she wasn’t used to acting her normal self until she got comfortable around them.

“Nah. We don’t hang out, we just know each other. We see each other and will talk from time to time, but I wouldn’t consider us close.” A tall pale skinned boy with messy orange hair and had eyes that were almost pitch black. He wore a thick golden yellow long sleeved sweater that had a turtleneck-like collar as well. He had black wool pants and black sneakers that were easy to slip on anytime.

“So I’m guessing we introduce ourselves,” The girl with the copper messy bangs stood up and had a very ecstatic and energetic tone in her voice. “I’m Amber Blaze!” Amber stuck her tongue out in a silly fashion as her hand glowed an immense heat that later bursted into a flame. “And I love to draw, bake, play guitar and trumpet, make crafts, write stories, draw art and I can control fire! If I can describe myself in a few words, I am energetic, random, silly, hyper, but I am also easily angered and I can easily get stressed… ”

“Ok let’s try to not burn anything, Amber.” The girl with dark Raven purple hair patted the energetic Amber on her head, leaving her with a cute and blank pout. “My name is Mae Aria. I am known to be kind of-Ok very introverted and I prefer being around a small group of people. I love writing stories and drawing as well. I also enjoy reading books, I am in a few anime and cartoon fandoms, and I enjoy making AMVS and edits based off those fandoms. I would describe myself as a sisterly figure to people, mature, smart, quiet, lowkey sassy, strict to the point where I act mean, but yet I can also be kind at times. Oh I almost forgot,” Mae flicked her wrist in a circle until two figures formed in the both of her palms. Soon enough the figures formed two shining purple guns. “I have weapon magic, but I chose to mainly focus on gun summoning.”

“You forgot that you are also very tough and scary, Mae. You are probably the devil herself except more heartless.” Jack added until Mae stared at him and pulled a trigger, a shining purple sphere nearly hitting him and slicing part of his ponytail off as it exploded into a small purple cloud. He looked away as sweat droplets began to trickle down his forehead.

“Scary…” Clarice thought to herself as she stared at Mae as Mae just went back to reading her book as if nothing happened.

“Anyway…My name would be Drake Energie. I like watching action movies and tv shows, playing video games, watching cartoons, and playing football. I think of myself as an extremely extroverted, insane and hilarious class clown. I get in trouble constantly and goof off a lot but it all pays off in the end for me.” Drake grinned mischievously as he used his hands to summon a small chunk of the floor, but dropped it back into its place, showing his abilities to control the earth and ground around him.

“No it doesn’t! You get detention almost every frickin’ day!” Cole commented in complete awe as he wore a completely shocked expression.

“How about you go next then, Mr. I Get In Trouble Cause I Can’t Control My Damn Mouth? You know I get in detention cause I see you there with me as well!”

“Shut up Jackass…Uhm. My name is Cole MacKenzy and I have electricity magic. Such as shown here,” Cole flicked a small electric bolt off his fingertip and struck Drake with it, pushing Drake off his chair as an aftershock went through his body. Clarice began chuckling in shock as everyone stared giving their own certain reactions. “Yeah, anyway. I enjoy video games such as shooting games or games that require violence, watching shows such as live action shows and action movies and obstacle course shows, making origami, breaking stuff, bacon and basically anything that is fun yet gets me into trouble…I guess I’m a badass and rebellious troublemaker who gives zero shits about what the teachers say.” Cole silently said those last few words, knowing Drake would poke at him for saying that.

“I heard that.”

“Stay on the fucking floor Drake.”

“My name is Jack Blizzard. And if you call me Jack Frost I will fucking kill you. I am known to be very neutral or emotionless but I am cool, calm, suave, confident, cocky and chill. But I can actually get easily aggressive and I am lowkey a dick. I can control ice and snow, which explains my calm and cool demeanor. I prefer doing whatever the hell these guys will drag me into.” Jack explained, his eyes closed as he was tossing an ice shard in the palm of his hand.

“He’s scary too…Just like Mae…Hey I wonder if they would make a nice couple?” Clarice couldn’t restrict her shipping fangirl side as she stared at Mae and Jack who looked so chill and annoyed at the same time.

“My name is Blossom Cath but you guys can call me Blossom. I can control Light and Wind Flowing magic. I am known as a very kind, polite and caring student who always gets good grades and despite my height, I am actually like a mother figure to a lot of people at this school! I enjoy making my own crafts and accessories, fashion and activities to do with nature. I also enjoy baking some sweets! Maybe I can make some brownies for you, Clarice.” Blossom smiled at Clarice as a small blush crawled to her cheeks of pure shyness.

“I know how these girls are like. She is a perfect example of a cinnamon roll…” Clarice flashed a smile back as a voice interrupted.

“Ok I’m going to introduce myself…and hopefully you won’t slap me midway my description,” Sora made a certain expression gesture towards Clarice as she stared back in an annoyed pout. “My name is Sora Wayde and I can describe myself as a balanced person when it comes to personalities. I am seen to be calm, mature, cocky and have a normal demeanor like Jack Frost over here, but I am mainly extroverted, talkative, friendly, outgoing, fiesty, aggressive and passionate when it comes to emotions.”

“Hey, isn’t Sora Japanese for ‘Sky’?” Clarice’s eyes gleamed with interest as a smile slowly grew on her cheeks.

“Yeah it is…I was surprised you knew that since nobody knew what my name meant except me. My name relates to my powers, which is the ability to control the weather OF the sky, so I’m not copying Blossom’s powers.”

“Well then…I have a new nickname for you from now on! I’m calling you Sky from time to time!”

“Oh please don’t,” Sora stared at Clarice in the same annoyed pout she wore earlier as Clarice responded with a confident and playful smirk with her tongue shyly sticking out. “You’re turn now.”

Clarice flashed a confident and comfortable smile after she got to know everyone and easily described herself with ease.

“My name is Clarice Mizu and I am a new student, obviously! I used to control water before I transferred and they took my power orb away from my body system. I am known to be very shy and quiet when you first meet me, but once I get comfortable around you I am actually very friendly, silly, loyal, bubbly, energetic, fiesty, sarcastic, boyish, outgoing, and easygoing! I am also a fangirl, shipper, and member of multiple fandoms. However, I consider myself an ambivert since I can hang out with friends and hang out with myself. I like playing video games, reading manga and comic books, watching cartoons and tv shows and anime, writing stories and drawing art, listening and singing to music, and playing sports especially basketball. However, I didn’t enjoy basketball when SOMEONE crashed into me.” Clarice explained, lowkey throwing shade at one of her new teammates.

“Still holding onto that, huh.”

“Still holding onto me slapping you, huh?”

Sora pouted again and Clarice stuck her tongue out again, except this time she had a huge, positive and confident smile. She never quickly gotten comfortable around a group of people before…or quickly felt welcome.

“Okay Clarice, here. Time to get your powers.” Mae handed Clarice a box full of little orbs that had element and certain symbols that represented what powers they had. Clarice was ready to go grab the blue one with a water symbol and swallow it until she felt a hand knock it out of her reach. It was Sora’s.

“What the hell was that for Sky?!” Clarice asked annoyed until Sora pushed her cheek to his left direction.

“Look.”

A seemed to be new student who just popped a magic orb into his mouth began choking. Sounds of hacking and coughs filled the room as the body collapsed, the orb rolling out of his mouth. Soon enough, the orb seemed to absorb a mist coming from the person’s mouth and it gave off a mist that seemed to spread. A bunch of people caught in the mist collapsed as well. Whatever that orb was giving off, it was contagious and spreading fast.

“Jack-ass!” Mae yelled, signaling Jack to use his powers as Jack stared at her in anger.

“DON’T CALL ME THAT.”

Jack made a thin ice shield surrounding his team as Clarice witnessed everyone falling to the ground surrounding their shield.

“Wha-What’s going on?” Blossom asked scared until Clarice instantly realized the events happening in its domino effect.

Those magic orbs got poisoned, and it’s poisoning everyone else as well.

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