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forcebewitht · 2 months

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Hey, since book 6 has been out in English for a while, could we possibly see an Overblot!Idia x reader? I really love the idea of him dramatically taking off the mask he has on to kiss the reader.

A Dance With Death (Overblot!Idia Shroud x MC!Reader)

(Artwork by: Trashochist on Deviantart, X (Twitter), and Instagram)

(Possible TW: Slight yandere implications, stalking, manipulation, branding)

…The time had finally come. All of the trials and tribulations that you had gone through. The pain and strife that had overtaken you in just a few short days. It had all led up to this. The kidnapping of your beloved companion, Grim. The destruction of the Ramshackle dorm. The kidnapping of those who had Overblotted that you had helped through their trauma and developed bonds with overtime. The kidnapping of even the Headmaster of Night Raven College himself. The entirety of these events had thrown Night Raven College into turmoil.

And that was just what excited Idia even more. He had been watching curiously since the very first moment you had arrived at the institution. I mean- a student that didn’t have any magic? Yet arrived within a coffin here to a school of magical students? It was unheard of- and just that alone excited him. This excitement only grew once the Overblots started. His family and organization, S.T.Y.X., had been all over the research of Overblotting for years. But now, after all of this time, someone so close to him (in the school, that is-) was at the forefront of a handful of Overblots? It was far too perfect of a chance to pass up with that new Ramshackle prefect. The plan was sprung, footage and data gathered. He knew that they were going to come for their beloved friends- they were just so cool like that. Literally a superhero in disguise, an underdog that soon had risen to be one of the top dogs within the school. There was a lot of promise with them- no. Not a promise. This was the work of the Fates themselves, he believed. The Fates themselves had led someone to him. Someone powerful. Someone strong. Someone capable of protection. Someone…that could get him back what he had lost all of those years ago.

There they were. Descending down to the depths of Hell that he himself had wrought. They looked horrible- worn for wear, really. To think, these oh so powerful figures from Pomefiore, Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Scarabia, and Octavinelle, alongside the hero of the school themselves, would be bashed and broken already from mere secondary bosses? They wouldn’t stand a chance against this final boss. Idia grinned beneath the mask that he wore, his arms folding over themselves as the Blot around his figure billowed with every breath he took. He could feel the immeasurable power coursing through his veins- and the normally pessimistic male found himself growing rather cocky the more they walked forward. His golden gaze soon landed upon his hero- his knight in shining…well, uniform. He soon was speaking, his arms outstretched as the flames protruding from his figure began to blaze brighter- hotter.

“Bum bum buuummmm~! Our heroes have finally arrived to the final boss battle! But uh ohhhhhh~ looks like they didn’t level enough, now did they~?”

You found yourself gritting your teeth at Idia above. Already, Vil, Rook, and Epel were readying themselves at your side. The rest soon followed, the weapons they had gained during their prior fights with the Overblot Beasts being raised and ready to overwhelm Idia’s Blot. Idia began to cackle, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“Uh ooohh~! Eheheheheheheeeee~! They found the special gear~! But that’s really not gonna do much, you guys! Totally on top of my game, y’know~? These HP and attack stats are through. The. ROOF!”

With his words, Idia’s Overblot Beast, Ortho, began to unleash a flurry of attacks upon you and your party, forcing all of them to scatter across the area. The Beast seemed to know precisely what to do- orders most likely given before this entire fiasco began. You began to find yourself being slowly but surely separated from everyone else thanks to the Beast’s targeted attacks. This separation was key- this was what Idia wanted. He watched as you eventually were cornered entirely, exactly where he wanted you. Once more, a grin spread out under his mask. You looked so cool and tough despite all of this neverending pressure, still shouting out commands for the others to work together to defend themselves, each other, or deflect the attacks his Beast was allowing itself to barrage them all with. He soared downwards until he was finally just before you. You had jumped back slightly upon noticing him approaching, but there truly was nothing that you could use at this time to defend yourself with. He leaned forward, his clawed hands now pressing themselves to either side of the wall beside your head.

“There you are~! The hero themselves~! The shining star of the hour- no, the entirety of Night Raven College~! This is our final stage, (Y/N)! Isn’t it thrilling~?”

“Idia, this is absolutely crazy! You are going to wind up killing us all with thi-”

A clawed finger pressed itself against your lips as he shifted, shushing you gently as he rolled his glowing amber eyes.

“Okay, listen- babe. (Y/N). Baby. Babycakes. Sweetheart. Sweetie pie. Wonder Student. I’m gonna stop you riiigghhtt there, actually- because I know. I know about the whole thing. But you’re gonna be my hero, you know~? You are going to save a life- just like you’ve been doing! So, it’s all good, ‘kay~?”

You began to attempt to protest, but you soon found yourself being swept into Idia’s arms and pulled about. The crazed Overblotted Idia now began to waltz with you despite all of the destruction around the both of you. He sighed blissfully, his eyes burning ablaze with a fiery passion- it was unnerving. He leaned forward once more, now beginning to hush into your ear through that glowing mask he wore.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment, (Y/N). The countless hours I have spent watching and studying your damn near every move…I know your exact schedule bit by bit, y’know, ehehehehee~ I mean, with you and your coolness, you never know when you’re gonna stop another Overblot, honestly. But that coolness that you have doesn’t matter down here- and y’know why~?”

Your eyes soon widened considerably as you felt Idia grab onto your arm. One of his clawed fingers now was set ablaze with a small, blue flame. His grip was tight- commanding in every sense of the word. The flame began to trace itself upon your flesh as he continued to speak- ignoring your cries and attempts to struggle away from him.

“I know everything about you. I have seen your struggles. Your pain. I mean, separated from your home, whatever friends and family you had before…and thrust into a world of magic without any magic yourself. You have been left in the cold by the Fates themselves to fend for yourself. You struggle simply to survive from day to day without any money here…you struggle to maintain your cool and calm composure and keep people like those Heartslabyul first years and the little guy in line…and you then have to deal with the rantings and ravings of spoiled brats like those that Overblotted and, despite wanting for it all to just end, have to buck yourself up instead and keep them from ending it all? It is just an endless cycle of pain, regret, and a loveless life that you have fallen into.”

The more Idia spoke and you felt that flame burning upon your arm, the more you found yourself getting lost into the swirling golden pools upon his sleek, pale, oddly handsome face that were his eyes. For the first time since you had arrived here…you actually genuinely felt seen. You felt heard. Oddly enough, from someone that you had truly rarely seen outside of his own room within the confines of the school itself. Your own gaze finally shifted down to your arm as his finger retracted. He had burned the insignia of his family’s company, S.T.Y.X., onto your flesh. He blew out the fire on his finger, now grinning once more wickedly beneath his mask as his clawed hands now seized you by the waist once more, pulling you into his deadly embrace.

“I know, I know. I know it hurts. All of that going on and absolutely nothing to ever truly be gained from it all…well, my Wonder Student…that’s gonna end for you right now. With what I just gave you…you are mine. And when you’re mine, you have a purpose. You will be protected, provided for. No longer shall you be within the confines of a cage and hidden away in the shadows- you shall be the bright and shining star in our tale- and properly get those monetary stats and all of that raised~!”

Idia’s hand whisked over his face- where that mask was nestled. The mask faded away, revealing his pearly white, razor sharp teeth. They glistened at you as it felt Death was grinning at you- which it essentially was. His royal blue lips curled upwards into a wicked grin as he tugged you even closer to himself, now leaning all of the way forward towards you.

“C’mon~”

He began to pull you with him once more, twisting and turning your body with himself. His clawed hands trailed up and down your figure within your shared dance of destruction, his thoughts split between what he would do with you now that you belonged to him…and that of his brother’s life that you soon would pull up from the depths of the Underworld for him. You all would be a family together- and that only seemed to excite him further as his motions grew swifter, yet sly. He soon had you dramatically dipped, and his lips captured yours in a warm, passionate kiss…thus beginning your true dance with death.

~End~

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ghostieyanyan · 2 days

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Please may I request for more Yandere Riddle in demon AU please 🙏

hehehe... of course you can request more yandere riddle demon au hehe i gonna put my demon riddle headcanons here.

I'm still "world building" with this au (aka how everything worked and the differences with the original universes.) i always liked the world building of some shows, the consistence of it (shows that break that, then don't have a good explanation, it kinda ruins the show for me qwq)

also for the other people who asked me about more demon riddle stuff, do you mainly just like demon riddle or would you like more?

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But here's some Demon Riddle headcanons~!!!

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~ Riddle has a tail. The tail looks like a pair of scissors with a rose on it. Why I didn't give him wings? i could imagine him swinging his tail around at the roses that aren't red. ^^ To be fair, he could do that with wings too...

~ Yes, his mom is a LITERAL demon here. 100% monster. I like to think that when she's with Riddle, alone, and he broke a rule, she'll probably use her demon form to scare him into submission. Which will hammer the need to follow the rules (Sorry Riddle).

~ In this world, these horses are different than your "normal" horses. These horses don't have typical horse coat colors. some have bright prints and patterns, some have colorful mains, tail and eyes, and some even have horns, extra legs or tails, and much more. some have sharp teeth... These horse's have magic but its not called magic, they're just special abilities (like running water or into the clouds).

~ Riddle's horse has one horn (like a unicorn) and a print on it that looks like rose petals.

~ The food is also strange here. Poisonous Strawberry Tarts are his favorites.

~ Magic! When someone uses magic (a spell, unique spell, potions. etc.) They're bodies change! magical tattoos will appear and glow, their horns and tail/wings, will glow too. Their eyes will also change, their eyes get bright and their sclera will turn black/dark grey.

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Here's the Demon Riddle art piece but with his tail ^^ (i took it out because it was too busy but still)

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If you have any other fun headcanons or questions, please do ask! i'd love to build this world with all of you ^^

#twst #twst fanart #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #disney twst #art #digital art #disney twisted wonderland #yandere twst #twst x reader #twst demon au #twst riddle fanart #twst riddle rosehearts #twst riddle x reader #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts #twisted wonderland art #overblot

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dilvuc · 4 months

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❝MY JASMINE❞

╰┈➤ ❝Hello! So I have a request if that’s okay so how about male reader who overblot and makes jamil wear the red outfit that Jasmine wear in the movie? (And you can make reader a yandere if you want) ❞

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: angst

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: my jasmine

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: jamil x yandere!overblot!m!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: kidnapping

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: what if you overblot and hold jamil captive?

“[Y]...You really don't need to do this, you know…?” jamil frowned. he was now wearing a red jasmine outfit with his wrists being chained up. “W-we can talk about this!”

“Huh…? Talk about what?” you asked as you slowly walked over to the tan skinned male. “You don't love me, do you? You only love Kalim. Kalim this, Kalim that…It's always about him!!”

“[Y]...”

the scarabia dorm was ruined after you overblot. the entire dorm were already floating in the air, leaving only you and jamil along with the scarabia students being enslaved as your servants.

“You broke up with me…for him. You have never loved me since the beginning, do you?” you questioned as you kneeled down before jamil and grabbed the tip of his chin. “You were only using me the whole time, were you? You really think you could get away with it?”

“N…no. You got it all wrong…!” jamil grunted when you grabbed his face. “I do love you…!”

he was telling the truth, but you didn't believe him, “Oh? Really…? Sorry…I wouldn't believe your tale if you're the manipulative snake who played with my heart.” you forcibly squeeze jamil’s face, making him grunt in pain.

“For now, no one can reach you. No one can save you…” you smirked sinisterly.

❝earlier❞

“Why…? Why him…?” you gritted your teeth. it's always kalim this. kalim that. what about you? you understand that the viper family served under the asim family, but it isn't fair. it pisses you off. “...Why…? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?!”

jamil was outside your bedroom with a tray of lunch in his hand. he was worried when he noticed how differently you've been acting. it wasn't like you. the tan skinned male gently knocked on your door.

“[Y], are you ok in there? i made you lunch.” jamil said gently.

jamil was going to knock again, but you creaked open the door, peeking at the tan skinned male with nothingness in your eyes. “Jamil…”

“...Hey, are you ok?” jamil frowned. “You have been acting differently. That isn't like you. Do you…want to talk about it over lunch?”

you quietly opened the door for the tan skinned male to walk in. “Listen, I don't know what happened. But, I'm getting worried.” jamil said as he placed the tray on the drawer. “Just talk to me and we can solve this. Did something happen today? Did I say something that upset you? What's going on with you—”

the tan skinned male stopped mid-sentence when he heard the door locked, “Huh? Uh, did you just lock the door?”

you slowly walked over to jamil without a word, causing him to back away, “[Y]? Why did you lock the door…?”

“...Jamil…” you whispered. jamil could hear the sound of ink dripping. he reached his hand for his pen hanging from his pocket as you stepped closer. you noticed the male reaching for his pen, so you quickly grabbed his wrist, “Do you not love me?”

“[Y], please calm down—”

“Do you love me or Kalim? Who do you trust? Who will you save? Who do you choose? Me or Kalim?” you repeatedly ask the tan skinned male, grasping jamil’s wrist, causing him to hiss in pain. drip of ink started floating around you. jamil just realized that you're about to go overblot.

“[Y]! Calm down! You're about to—”

too late…

drip…

drip...

drip…

“Sorry…I can't let anyone come between us…”

╰┈➤ author note: please note that this is a slow update. i will still accept your request, but it will take a while since i'll be working on my books on wattpad. if you wish to read those books, here's my wattpad account.

rules

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#male reader #top male reader #yandere male reader #yandere reader #jamil viper #twst jamil #disney twst #twisted wonderland x male reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #overblot reader

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nobody3xe · 11 months

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Malleus D.☆

Before you read:gn!reader, reader is the mc, yandere malleus, overblot malleus, mentions of: blood/hemophobia, vomiting/emetophobia, death/Thanatophobia, overall slight-gore.

main navi.

Vocabulary:

diadem: a crown/tiara worn at the forehead

pedicle: the growth from which a horn sprouts

Mon cheri -> my dear/sweetheart(used as gender neutral)

Mon Amour -> my love(used as gender neutral)

Reference(s):

•The Oxalis or Oxalis corniculata flower is also called ‘sleeping beauty’

•The original fairytale ,‘Sleeping Beauty’ was written in France, during year 1528.

Words and characters: 857, 4723 respectively

Spoilers for chapter 7, part 36-37

Malleus watched as his unique magic, ‘fae of Maleficent’, spread throughout the campus. Everyone’s body fell on the ground, limp as if they were no longer alive. Well, everyone except you.

His maniacal laughter reflected off the walls that were covered in thorns from top to bottom, not long before black tainted his vision. After just a few seconds, standing there was no longer the prince of Briar Valley, but a monster covered with head to toe in blacks.

Blot splotches floated around him. Thorns, not unlike the ones created earlier, wrapped around his arms. A royal purple corset covered in wisteria thorns and belt adorned his waist, following a torn cape extending till the neck. A green fire rose from his right eye just like the others. Black marks that resembled a dragons were unfurled across his eyelids, one of them turning into a tear spilling from his left eye.

A simplistic and gothic diadem was placed on his forehead. Hair slicked back to reveal what seemed like the pedicle of his horns. The horns themselves were no longer pitch black, but were highlighted with green, the same shade that composed his flame. Yet the most noticeable and terrifying change was definitely in his tail. It no longer resembled a lizard or a dragon but a fork. It had three severely sharp ends, and was bigger than normal.

He closed his eyes as if he was relishing that moment. As if this situation was exactly what he dreamt about on daily, as if this was the freedom he was yearning for. Funny how he had never experienced freedom yet he somehow yearned for it, alas that’s a topic for another day.

As he opened his eyes, then immediately went towards your structure, frozen in fear. Your eyes displayed nothing but pure terror that increased as he took his time walking- well, floating up to you. You who were covered in thorns from head to toe. Their grip was powerful enough to make your strength seem like nothing but a mere, fragile Oxalis. They dug in your skin just enough for you to feel the pain but not enough to pierce through the skin. Only muffled screams were heard as he made his way.

The bile rose from your stomach, it felt as if it had reached your throat, begging for you to spill it all out. Your heartbeat was all over the place and your limbs were shaking terribly. The adrenaline flowing through your veins made everything more intense, for the better or worse.

Caught in your own thoughts you didn’t realize that he had walked up to you, till he had gently lifted your jaw so your eyes were focused on him and only him. He lifted his hand slightly as you closed your eyes expecting a hit of sorts. Much to your surprise, he placed his hand on your cheek, wiping your tears.

“My my, dear, you are trembling.” He said as he placed his idle hand on his chin as if he was pondering about something. On cue, the thorns around you disappeared with a flick of his wrist. Not expecting this, you threatened to fall face flat but luck was on your side today. Malleus caught your trembling, fragile form in his arms.

“Do not fret. This is nothing to be afraid of Mon Amour. If you surrender to slumber, thousands of years will fly by an instant.”

He gently lifted your chin so that you would be able to look up at him. And not long after, he slowly tilted your head.

Something about his actions at that moment felt so wrong, so scandalous, so corrupting.

“You will no longer remain pure, as you shall be tainted by I.”

He kissed you, his dark lipstick now stained your lips, the iron like taste of what you assumed to either be blot or his blood enveloped your senses. You did not want this, you should be panicking or-or trying to stop him or something! But your body just felt…numb. Numb throughout, no heat, no cold, no pain, no pleasure, no. Not even your blood flowing through your veins, or what was left of them. His grip on you was so hard, you could see crimson blood dripping down the hand he held your chin with. Yet, you didn’t feel it. The only thing you could feel or hear was your own heartbeat.

Until, the sound ever-so slowly and gradually stoped. You felt your eyes grow heavy simultaneously before you completely passed out. Malleus noticed this, opting to tenderly lay your head down on his chest. Now that you were asleep, he no longer had to worry about you prying away and running from him. Even though the chances of that happening were negligible, he still wanted to be a hundred percent sure.

“You will become the protagonists of your own story.” He said as he looked up at everyone in the room, before turning his gaze back to you. His fork-like tail then snaked up one of your legs as he whispered in your ear.

“Especially you, Mon cheri.”

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merakiui · 8 months

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overblot! Riddle nonconning you in front of Ace and Deuce while going on about how this is the only thing a magicless nobody is good for 👍🏼

Omg yes,,,,,,,,

(cw: yandere, gender neutral, nsfw, non-con, humiliation/degradation, public sex)

Amidst a ruined, debris-ridden rose maze, a monster looms. No one dares stray close, lest they find themselves maimed and sent to the grave, and so they can only watch helplessly from the safety of overturned chairs, tables, and uprooted rose trees. The scene was once serene, an almost-perfect Unbirthday. Now it is desolate and bleak, a nightmarish reality that leaves thick, discomforting silence blanketing the grounds.

Riddle casts a grotesquely bone-chilling shadow, and his appearance mirrors that of a creature torn from the pages of a classic horror; that's the only way to describe him: cruel and cold, all sharp, vicious edges and thorns, dripping blot. He's on the verge of a supernova, toeing the line of life and death, a monstrous mage who has reached the consequences of a culmination of excessive magic, spilled over into bitter negativity. The aura that clings to him is, in a word, utterly terrifying.

And you're right there in his shadow, a fragile, caged thing bent down on your hands and knees. Your fingers curl into the grass, tearing clumps. No one dares to speak up, to demand he release you, to fight for your safety and dignity. Hopelessly collared, Ace and Deuce, your closest companions in all of this mess, look on in horror even though they don't mean to.

It's like a tragedy spun right before their eyes. They want to look away, but they can't. It's morbidly ensorcelling.

"Observe!" Riddle's voice booms, commanding absolute obedience and attention. His pallid hips press against your ass while clawed hands dig into your hips, holding you perfectly still. Blood is drawn; it seeps beneath his sharpened nails, leaving painful indents. You feel filthy and fearful, cut down to something small and insignificant and weak. Droplets of blot speckle your backside each time he shifts. It's warm like candle wax, but it doesn't burn.

The betrayal does, though—stains through to your very soul.

You grit your teeth, squeezing your eyes shut in hopes of drifting off elsewhere. Anywhere that isn't here, speared on his cock for all to see, forced into the grass like you're bowing apologetically before the Queen and her card soldiers.

"You lack the key capabilities all mages must possess, and yet you thought it wise to challenge my rules? Here? When my word is law?" He barks out a laugh, sickly amused. Scarlet eyes narrow with disdain. "Perhaps you're as slovenly as you are disobedient. As expected of a disrespectful, magic-less fool who knows nothing! Absolutely nothing of the order I so carefully uphold!"

He pulls back, seething through grit teeth, and snaps his hips forwards. You collapse on shaky arms, gasping in pain.

It hurts more than heartbreak, more than a bruise, more than a slap. Tears spot your lash line, threatening to fall with one more well-aimed, brutal thrust. Spidery fingers dance along your waist, tracing a line towards your neck. He grips your chin and forces you to look upon a crowd of terrified faces, all ogling with bated breath. Ace is watching and so is Deuce, albeit through the cracks in his hands.

"What did you hope to achieve—to prove—by defying me?" he demands, his grip a deadly vise. "That I could be in the wrong? That all I've worked tirelessly for, all that I've done, is wrong?"

"Riddle..." You wince in your futile attempt to pull away. "Riddle, please... I... I'm sorry, but please... You're hurting me..."

He turns your head towards him, eyes ablaze with a furious tempest, and he leans closer, pinning you with startling ease. His cock presses up against your insides, enveloped tightly in your walls, and you shudder through the discomfort and the agony. A single claw traces dangerously close to your jugular.

"Speak up if you have something to say!"

"It hurts!" You gasp again, outright sobbing now. "It hurts! Please..."

"It's a punishment," he sneers, glaring disapprovingly. "It's meant to impart a lesson—one learned through pain. If you understand this, stop sniveling and respond appropriately."

You're not sure which is worse: humiliation at the hands of someone you considered a friendly acquaintance or the fact that, no matter how villainous he may be, you only wish for him to return to himself. You'd never wish this fate on anyone, but maybe it's your too-big heart that makes it impossible to hate him. You don't hate him. You can't.

And perhaps that's the worst part of all this.

You hang your head, defeated and devoid of hope. "Yes, Dorm Leader..."

And so he teaches you and all those who witness the devastating spectacle a lesson neither will ever forget.

Red is passionate and fiery, a reflection of roses and redamancy. But it is not a pleasant color. Not anymore. Not in the aftermath.

Red is the color of Riddle and Heartslabyul and blood and pain and anger. And every time you spy the slowly healing marks from that day, you feel it all over you. Red everywhere, inside and out. Externally, you may heal with all matter of magical cures, but internally it's not an easy fix.

So red is no longer a comfortable color. You wish you could look upon it and admire it for what it is: a color. But that proves impossible, for a color that is so highly revered as pretty does not evoke pretty feelings for you.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #yandere twst #tw: noncon #i need to replay book 1 because i often forget just how severe riddle was in the build-up to his overblot #could you imagine being the only female in the dorm and he regularly subjects you to pussy inspections #just to make sure you're not sleeping around with his students.......#ace and deuce are like 'man this dorm SUCKS'#but then you turn to them like 'does your housewarden stick his fingers inside you every day? no? then stop complaining'#they all have it bad at heartslabyul T_T and trey and cater provide no help whatsoever just a semi-sympathetic 'sorry guys :/'#you don't even want to think about what it might be like in another dorm if you transferred ;;;;

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dreamofjoys · 1 year

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Image popped into my head of Overblot!Malleus taking the sleeping F!MC, enchanting her into an Aurora-like dress and placing her in his room, him sitting on the bed while caressing her face and filling her dreams with such sweet dreams of them together, so she’ll never leave him and he can keep her happy while asleep. Think we could elaborate on that imagery?

— a/n: i actually had a similar idea like this in my drafts and i wanted to make it 18+ HAHAHA but since someone requested it, i will make it sfw hehe

— cw: female reader, spoilers for chapter 7(this was written before part 3 came out), malleus and reader have a crush on each other but they are not in a relationship, malleus overblots, he's a little yandere but it's only cuz of his overblotting, slight manipulation, a little angst, mentions of starting a family, sleeping in a dream, he makes you sleep everytime

ending was inspired by this tiktok video

an unfamiliar feeling aroused in malleus’s chest when you told him that there might be a way to go back to your own world. “hm, it could be possible that the mirror is connected to the other world.” you cheered in joy upon hearing malleus's words, failing to notice a hint of darkness in his tone.

that night, malleus returns back to his room, a bitter taste was left in his mouth as he recalls bidding you goodnight with a smile on his face despite feeling the opposite.

it's like that time again, it's like the thorns of briar valley are squeezing my heart. i don't want her to leave. i don't want lilia to leave. i don't want to be alone. i don't want to be forgotten-

the rain pours heavily, the cries of thunder and lightning shook diasomnia as the dark fae wallows in his room. a sinister idea appeared in his mind, but he debated using it, thinking that it wouldn't do well.

it wasn't until silver tearfully confessed to him that he did not want lilia to leave. that was the final straw for malleus before he overblots, finally succumbing to the darkness and his desires.

you flung open the entrance of ramshackle dorm, not bothering to close it as you rushed to diasomnia to attend lilia's farewell party. you had fell asleep on the couch, totally forgotten that today was lilia's last school of school. you could only hope that the old man wasn't too mad about you being late to his party.

as you stepped into diasomnia's territory, a chill ran down your spine as you noticed that the thorns were spreading, enveloping the sky and everything that it touches. you shrieked, thinking that it was going to attack you. however, the thorns maintained an arm distance from you. somehow, it managed to form a pathway that leads to the entrance of diasomnia.

was this part of the party's decoration? you thought, shrugging off the voice in your head that was telling you to run as you made your way to the entrance.

you stood in front of the double doors, hand pressing down at the door handle as the ominous feeling starts getting stronger and stronger. but that's just diasomnia, right? it has a gloomy and depressing atmosphere. you were so sure that lilia was going to pop out from somewhere and scare the living hell out of you once you open the door. however, the sight that greeted you was far from what you had expected.

the thorns formed a coffin shape, protecting whoever that was inside from harm. was that lilia, silver and sebek sleeping? but why? is this a prank?

you glance nervously around the surroundings, taking a step forward to wake up lilia, the main character of the day. this atmosphere is tensed, you didn't like it. it feels like something is caging you, ready to swallow you all. but most important of all, why does this feels so familiar?

"child of men, you are here." a familiar voice interrupts your train of thoughts as you whipped your body to the source, instantly wishing that you had never done so.

standing in front of you was malleus in his elegant form. elegant would have been the correct word if there wasn't any ink dripping around him. his left eye was engulfed in bright green flames. his horns were glowing with bright green stripes, just like his tail.

"is this your costume for the party?" you joked, trying to convince that this isn't real, trying to pretend that your crush did not just overblot, trying to tell yourself that everything it's okay, even though it's not. because you have 0 chance against malleus.

"oh my dear, i can assure you that it's not." you shivered at the pet name that he gives you. it was suppose to be romantic, but you can't help but feel that he has other intention towards you.

you didn't even notice that he was standing in front of you until his thumb and finger grasp on your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. it was then reality finally came crushing down on you as you realised that he had indeed overblot. you were too familiar with the tension around you, something that you could only feel whenever someone overblots. you had these experienced 6 times, the 7th time would still be the same.

panicking, you reached out to cup both of his cheeks with your hands. "please malleus, stop all of these. we can talk things out- just stop using your magic okay? please come back to me." malleus pays no attention to your words. the hand that was grasping onto your chin slowly travels up, caressing your lips that were wobbling before wiping off the tears that were cascading down your eyes. his free hand rest on your back, pulling you into his embrace as he attempts to calm you down.

even when malleus has lost his sanity, he still puts your happiness and comfort above everything else.

"are you scared? don't worry, i will make things right. you will never have to feel all this emotions again. sadness, anger, loneliness, you will never have to experience them again. all you will feel is happiness." he rest his forehead on yours, bright green eyes staring into yours.

"sweet dreams, my love."

before you could ask him what he mean, a wave of drowsiness hits you, causing you to struggle to stand up. malleus instantly swoops you up in a bridal style, pressing a loving kiss on your forehead as he watches you lose the battle with his magic, drifting into a peaceful slumber.

he carries you into his room, gently placing you on his bed, fingers snapping to change your clothes out to a simple white princess dress before tucking you in with those expensive silky blanket. he opts to sit beside you, caressing your face lovingly as he takes in your sleeping form. even when you are sleeping, you look ethereal to him.

the steady rhythm of your heartbeat sparks joy in malleus. it's a reminder that you are here beside him, forever.

you were sitting in front of your lover, back leaning against his chest. his tone arms encases you in his embrace as he holds out a book, reading to you about the story of sleeping beauty.

the idea of being cursed to sleep at the young age of 16 had struck something foreign inside you. what was the word to describe this feeling again? for as long as you know, you have only been able to experience happiness. whatever that was not related to it. it's just not there.

"love, what are you thinking about hm?" malleus rest his chin on top of your head, eyes peering down to stare at your expression.

"home." the answer came out so sudden that it shocked the both of you. what were you saying? isn't your home with malleus? "should we start a family?" you added, thinking that it's time to progress your relationship with malleus.

"anything for you." with a snap of his finger, the book in his hands disappeared. he hugs you tightly, burrowing his nose to etch the smell of you into his brain. you thought that malleus was just being clingy, so you giggled and snuggled further into his embrace, failing to notice the dark gleam in his eyes that was glowing with bright green.

"but first, you should sleep for awhile. you haven't been sleeping well lately yes?" malleus suggested, covering your eyes with his big hand as he started humming out a familiar tune.

"hmmm? i guess so..." just like that, he manage to lull you back into sleep again.

malleus will keep you happy by his side, even if it means pouring more of his magic into you so that you can't forget about everything and everyone, except him.

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Poor Unfortunate Souls (Part 2)

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

Word Count: 7,398

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3a Part 3b (You are Here)

Per request from @twistedcece and @mermaidfan76 , I finished the third part to my Yandere Soulmate AU - yes, I have officially given it a name now. I think I might do a piece per each of the books in Twst - but I haven’t made any solid decisions yet.

Also - due to this being the third part, hence Octavinelle’s chapter in the game, this next part is going to be divided into two parts. The main reason is because there is a bit that happens and I want to make sure that I take my time with writing everything out for it, never mind that I am covering two overblots - Leona’s and Azul’s - in this section. I am also planning on revisiting part 2 and fixing that up a bit more - and I’ll post an update when that happens.

Now, fair warning, although this is likely not going to be graphic, it does show more of the possessive/obsessive behaviors that yandere characters are known for as well as the underlying threatening behaviors they can exhibit as well. I do not agree with these behaviors that are as follows, but I’m covering my basics.

But for now we stay so far

'Til our lonely limbs connect

I can't keep you in these arms

So I'll keep you in my mind

***

Soft humming echoed in the office of the VIP room as Azul filed the remaining documents in the safe, his gaze flickering over the rolled up golden contracts, a gloved finger touching the newest one in his collection.

"Ah, my dear," he murmured softly, "I think, tonight, the two of us will have an underwater rendezvous…"

"Azul!"

The octomer slipped out of the safe, shutting it behind him as he groaned, "Jade? Floyd? What's going on?"

"We seem to be having an issue in the lounge," the eldest eel mer explained, "Several of our workers called in sick and the place is being overrun by the students of Savanaclaw and Heartslabyul!"

“An’ it’s not just a handful, either - I’d say it’s the entirety of both dorms,” Floyd swallowed.

"Strange," Azul furrowed his brow, "It's not usual for both dorms to be in the same place at once, never mind most of the dorm…"

"That's what I was thinking," Jade nodded.

"Maybe they just got bored an’ decided to cause us some problems," Floyd suggested.

"Come, let's take a look at what the fuss is all about," Azul led the way out of his office with the two bodyguards following behind.

When he entered the lounge, the place was packed and in chaos. Students of the Octavinelle dorm were struggling to carry trays of food, drink, and take orders as the customers of Heartslabyul's and Savanaclaw's dorms lined every booth and table. Shouting and arguing overpowered the low hum of jazz that normally calmed the atmosphere of the lounge, the place now sounding like a gymnasium over a place of relaxation. Orders were running up miles high and tables were still full of empty dirty dishes - some in vacant areas - while the carpeted flooring was covered in crumbs and soaked with liquid from spilt drinks, staining the fabric.

"What in the Great Sea Witch's name is going on here?!" Azul looked at the state of his establishment, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets behind his glasses, "How did the lounge get in this state?!"

"Your guess is as good as mine," Floyd grumbled.

"Let’s get this mess straightened up," Azul growled, taking a few steps forward and heading into the crowd - taking charge over the floor and directing the staff. He barked orders for Jade to take over the kitchen and Floyd to take care of the bar - slipping between students and ordering his staff to straighten up and pick up the pace. Azul moved quickly, and when tensions rose, his training from his mother’s restaurant resurfaced again as he diffused the tension between staff and customer.

It took over an hour - but the Mostro Lounge had returned to its calm state eventually. Azul let out a sigh before narrowing his eyes, “Next time this happens… someone is going to be made into fried chicken.”

“Goodness, Azul,” Jade commented, resting a hand over his chest, “I had no idea you could be so cruel.”

“Cruel? Hardly,” Azul pulled his watch out, eyes widening, “and that little fiasco has made me late. I’m leaving for the pools - cover them with the curtains.”

Jade and Floyd snickered as Azul walked away, the octomer humming to himself before he let out a huff of annoyance, "Those two… if it wasn't for their unique magic and consistent badgering…"

He shook his head, closing his eyes as he tried to reign himself in. He couldn't let you see him in this state - you would be frightened of him more than you already were. Ever since your unexpected transformation nearly a week ago, Azul had been trying to get you to open up to him again as you had done when you first met. He was starting to get desperate, grasping at smoke every time he came and saw you, offering words of comfort even though they fell on deaf ears. Azul had sensed your own anger and fear of him - but the contract kept you bound to obey him when he called for you, your head popping above the waters of the Octavinelle pools to greet him and staying with him until he said you could leave.

And what a lovely little mermaid you had turned out to be…

Azul sighed in happiness, remembering his idea as he entered the pools - though his thoughts of bliss were cut short upon seeing four familiar figures waiting for him.

"Whoops, that was quick," Leona smirked as Azul entered the room.

"I thought you said it would be at least an hour before he got here," Riddle growled at the headwarden of Savanaclaw.

"Riddle, you know that Azul works fast," Trey answered, adjusting his glasses.

"Well, it was enough time to get what we needed done, done," Ruggie snickered.

"Hardly," Leona crossed his arms over his chest.

"What are you four doing here?" Azul's eyes narrowed, "These are private pools for the members of Octavinelle. No one else is permitted to enter."

"Oh? That's not what it seemed like to me," Riddle answered, "Azul Ashengrotto, we have reason to believe you are holding an individual hostage."

"Hostage?!" Azul laughed, "Riddle, explain this to me - is it really a hostage situation when the school permitted a person into my care and protection?"

"It is when the individual in question is being held against their will."

“Oh?” Azul grinned, “Really? The way I see it is that any individual that signs their names on my contracts - which are completely legal and binding - are in agreement with myself. They are completely unbreakable, even for you.”

“Are you certain about that?” Leona asked with a smirk, holding his hand out as Ruggie placed a familiar golden scroll into his hand.

Azul’s face paled, “W-Where… Where did you get that?!”

“I’m certain you already know.”

Azul’s hands slipped into his pockets, his eyes widening in fear, ‘The keys… the safe keys are gone!’

Ruggie let out a snicker, “Hey Azul, you know if you wanna keep somethin’ safe, you gotta keep your pockets secured too.”

“Give that contract back, give them all back now, if you please!” Azul growled, his hands curling into fists.

“Azul, calm yourself,” Riddle crossed his arms over his chest, “We can discuss this in a civilized manner.”

“That’s rich, coming from you,” Azul growled, opening his hand with palm up as his fingers twitched, “The contracts! Hand them over this minute!”

“How about we make a deal?” Leona asked.

“I’m… sorry?”

“Leona!” Trey looked over incredulously at the Savanaclaw headwarden.

“Hold it, Trey,” the Heartslabyul headwarden held his subordinate back, “Leona has this under control.”

Leona nodded and turned to Azul, “What are you prepared to offer us if we return the contracts to you? After all, this one is especially valuable to you, right?”

“I’ll… I’ll do anything! I’ll give you all the study guides you want. I’ll write each of your graduation thesises. I’ll pad your attendances. Anything! Just name it!”

“Interesting… Those are pretty tempting offers… However, here’s the thing. I owe (Y/N) for what happened to her during the Spelldrive Tournament and prior to that,” Leona crossed his arms over his chest, “No offense, but everything you just offered, asking for each of us to name a price for the return of these contracts… won’t cut it. It’s not enough to justify the return of the contracts - all six hundred plus of them - to you.”

“What?” Azul’s eyes widened.

“We know about the deal you made with Leona for the Spelldrive Tournament, and what you requested three of his dorm members to do to (Y/N) to keep her from seeking the help of other dorms in exchange,” Riddle answered, “We also know about your possessive behavior of her. (Y/N) is not of our world and deserves to return home to her family - where she belongs. As the headwarden of Heartslabyul and one of two people she’s helped; I, Riddle Rosehearts, will do everything within my power to keep her safe - even if it means I have to fight a fellow housewarden and classmate to do so.”

“And I would as well,” Leona smirked, “and any number of others would as well. Sorry Azul, but these contracts have got to go.”

“R-ridiculous!” Azul pleaded, “Don’t do it!”

“I am the one who hungers… I am the one who thirsts… I am the one to rob you of your future… Now, kneel before me! King’s Roar!”

The contracts in Leona’s hands began to glow before they slowly dissolved before everyone’s eyes. Azul watched in horror as sweat began to dribble down in his face at the sight of his carefully guarded plans disappearing into a pile of dust on the floor, “My… my golden contracts… all… reduced to dust… I-I… I don’t believe this…”

“Well, that settles that,” Ruggie looked at Azul then back to the others, “If you ask me, that was a convenient way to help both (Y/N) out and get your own contract with Azul out as well.”

“Speaking of which,” Leona looked at Trey and Riddle, “Where is our little magicless guest?”

“Deuce, Ace, and Grim took her to a safe room until this was all done,” Trey adjusted his glasses with a smile, “We had to keep her from getting injured any more than she’s already experienced.”

“Never mind that she’ll need help after being in that state for over seventy-two hours, if not more,” Riddle agreed.

“Just a couple of nice guys who can’t ignore a friend in need, huh?” Leona smirked.

“Hey! Listen to you! Crackin’ your own jokes!” Ruggie grinned with a smirk.

As the boys laughed with one another, Azul stayed where he was, his eyes glued to the pile of dust that once were his contracts.

“Hey! Frazzled Azul ink-spiller! Aw, you gonna cry? Why don’t you use one of your eight legs to wipe those tears away?”

Azul’s body began to shake before he screamed, startling the four as they looked on in horror, “I HATE THIS!! It’s GONE! My CAREFULLY AMASSED COLLECTION OF MAGIC! My OMNIPOTENT POWER! ALL… UP IN SMOKE! How could you DO this to ME!?! W-without it… without that… I… I…”

“What in the world?” Leona asked.

“Talk about changin’ your tune…” Ruggie agreed, ears flattening behind his head.

“I’m BACK TO BEING THAT ‘SILLY LITTLE OCTO-TWERP’ AGAIN!” Azul shouted, tears of black began to form in his eyes as his body shook harder as more black ink appeared to dribble off of his form, “That’s… THE LAST THING I WANT! I REFUSE! I REFUSE! I REFUSE! I don’t WANNA go BACK to being MY OLD SELF AGAIN! I CAN’T!!”

“What’s going on?!” Riddle’s eyes widened, “There’s a black aura growing around him…”

“Azul - come on,” Trey tried to reason with the sophomore, “There’s no need to get bent out of shape…”

“SHUT. UP!” Azul rounded on them as the magic grew thick and heavy, “You DON’T know me! You DON’T know my LIFE! All that time I spent being roundly mocked for my weakness… my intellect… NOBODY COULD EVER UNDERSTAND! …Not even her.”

Azul’s lips twisted then, tears and magic flowing around them as a heavy darkness seeped in through all of Octavinelle, matching the headwarden’s emotions, “Of course… It's so simple. If you lose something… just take it back. Give them to me… come on… I want your powers… I want… her. GIVE THEM TO ME!”

“Azul! What are you doing!?” Jade’s voice came through the thick darkness, making the headwarden turn to see his vicewarden with Floyd and… you.

“Whoa, yikes. What’s goin’ on here?” Floyd’s features twisted to fear as he took in the state of the pool area.

Azul’s magic and ink had begun to stain the flooring of the pool, painting it black, as the air became heavy as darkness seeped in all the crevices of the room and dorm. The waters of the pool had shifted from bright blue to a deep violet, the lighting fading to a pale yellow. Outside of the pool, the same could be said for the dorm - the once beautiful underwater dorm of Octavinelle had slowly turned dark and foreboding, with many of the remaining students that still remained.

"Jade! Floyd! You've come to me!" Azul's grin was wild and crazy.

"(Y/N)! What are you doing here!" Riddle shouted, "I told you to stay with the others!"

"Ridiculous!" You shouted at Riddle as you stayed near the twins, "Not with the dorm falling to pieces around us!"

"Azul's magic has been slowly draining some of the students in the lounge of their powers," Jade explained, "His unique magic is so powerful that if he's not careful-"

"SILENCE JADE!" Azul shouted, the magic growing heavier as the building shook.

"Azul! Your signature spell is too powerful, it's impossible to control without a contract scroll!" Jade pleaded, "You know better than anyone what will happen if you do this!"

"But… I've lost it all! Everything!" Azul laughed maniacally, "My power… my magic… my hopes and dreams… ALL UP IN SMOKE! I'LL REVERT BACK TO MY OLD SELF IF I DON'T ACT NOW!"

"Y'know Azul, I never saw you as lame," Floyd said, "But now? The way you're actin' is… pretty lame."

"Oh? Is that a fact?" Azul grinned, his sharp eyes falling on your figure as you trembled behind the twins, "I'm just a 'silly little octo-twerp' who can't do anything on his own? Well, then… I’ll prove you wrong. I'll take everyone's powers. I'll rise above your perceptions. A beautiful singing voice! Powerful magics! A perfect little soulmate! ALL OF IT MINE! HAND IT OVER AT ONCE!"

Screams were heard and a shield of magic came around Trey, Riddle, Ruggie, and Leona as the headwarden fought off the attack of magic draining as great black blobs rolled off of Azul’s form. Jade pulled you off to the side as Floyd countered the attack as well.

"What's all that gunk comin' outta Azul?!" Floyd was beginning to panic, "That ain't… ink, is it?"

"He's using his signature spell too much!" you shouted.

"Azul! Snap out of it!" Leona ordered, "The blot is exceeding your cumulative tolerance!"

"I think it's too late for that…" Jade murmured as a dark shadow came over the headwarden of Octavinelle.

All was still and silent for a moment before several large black tentacles appeared from the darkness. The light slowly revealed a mer creature that no one had seen before - black blot clung to his form, dribbling down his sides and chest as several shells and pieces of coral lined his waist and shoulders as his tentacles writhed in the open, a nautilus shell necklace secured by two golden chains clung to the creature's neck as a shorter crown of black perched on the top of his head. More black blot circled around his shoulders as his eyes opened to reveal glowing purple irises that were wild with anger and desperation.

"Azul…"

"You pitiful, insignificant fools!" The creature that once was Azul Ashengrotto shouted, as a dark shadow appeared behind him - this one taking on the form of the legendary Sea Witch of the Coral Sea herself.

"Come on! We have to snap Azul back to senses!" Riddle readied himself for battle as the others did the same.

You take a hesitantly step towards Azul, only for Jade to pull you back.

"Not now, (Y/N)," he whispered softly, "Azul's not in the right state of mind. You could get hurt."

“But, Jade-”

“Jade’s right, Shrimpy,” Floyd turned to his brother, all traces of joking gone, “We have ta stop Azul from goin’ too far - knowin’ him, he’ll try somethin’ if ya get too close.”

Jade nodded in agreement, turning toward you, “Please, (Y/N). For our sake and your friend’s sake, sit this one out.”

You didn’t have a chance to argue as the twin eels took off toward Azul. The creature behind him followed his instructions just as Leona’s and Riddle’s had done during their overblots - however, this one seemed twice as big and twice as strong. A large triton appeared in the creature’s hands as Azul ordered it to fight off his attackers, the weapon being used for blunt force and electrical hits. Trey and Ruggie tag-teamed each other alongside the twins to keep Azul distracted while Leona and Riddle used both fire and grass magic to weaken him as well as protect their allies.

“Enough!” Azul’s twisted voice shook the pool area, throwing everyone off balance, “Why do you keep bullying me?! Is it because I’m a slow dimwitted octopus?! All I wanted was… to prove them wrong… I just…”

“Azul! You know that is not the case!” Jade shouted, “We don’t want to hurt you in the slightest!”

“Come on, octy. Snap out of it!” Floyd agreed.

Azul gritted his teeth as he turned his attention toward them, “Shut up! You weren’t there! You weren’t there when I was forced into an octopot! You weren’t there when I was poked and prodded! Stones thrown at! I refuse to go back to that!”

You could feel the tears in your eyes at his words. You felt something surge within you as you stood from your spot and ran towards Azul, who continued to rage, the triton being raised again.

“(Y/N)!” Riddle’s voice echoed in the pool area before a resounding smack echoed in the room before white erupted your vision as Azul fell.

***

“Hey! Frazzled Azul ink-spiller!”

Azul’s eyes shifted to look out from his hiding spot as a group of merchildren gathered outside the octopot - their faces blurred, but their smiles were all the same.

“Aw, you gonna cry? Why don’t you use one of your eight legs to wipe those tears away?” one merchild called out as the group laughed wickedly.

“C-Cut it out,” Azul’s voice came out like a whimper, small and weak, “Why are you being so mean to me?”

“Run for it quick!” Another merchild shouted as they began to circle around the group, “He’s gonna ink us!”

“Aha ha ha! He couldn’t even keep up with us if he tried!” another voice broke out as laughter surrounded Azul from every angle.

Azul covered his ears and closed his eyes as the laughter echoed in his head, the sounds of their laughter shaking him to his core as his tentacles curled around him. Shadows passed over him as the merchildren encircled his hiding spot over and over, the mocking singing of ‘Octo-twerp! Octo-twerp! Azul is an octo-twerp!’ ingrained into his head.

“Enough!” Azul cried out as a thick black cloud encircled him, hiding him away as the voices faded.

Azul blinked and found himself as his seventeen-year old self again - but he wasn’t alone.

You were there, standing a foot away from him, eyes dripping with tears. You wiped at them, sniffling softly.

“Angelfish…” Azul started.

“Don’t, Azul,” You said, intaking a deep breath, “I saw it - how it all started.”

“What?” he looked at you in disbelief, “How?”

“I… don’t know, to be completely honest. When I experienced my first overblot with Riddle, I sensed an urge to touch him and when I did - I could see his past, what happened to him that made him the way he was. Same with Leona. Same… with you.”

You take a deep breath, “I don’t know why or understand how people could be so cruel to people that look different - because we’re all different. We each have our own backgrounds and stories, our families are different and we all grow up in different ways. But that shouldn’t make it okay for us to torment each other - it’s never okay. And… to place the expectations of something on someone… isn’t right either.”

“I just… I didn’t want to be alone, (Y/N),” Azul begged, “I had been alone most of my young life…”

“But don’t you see, Azul?” you ask, “You’re doing the same thing to me that your bullies did to you. You hurt me - even though it wasn’t by your hand.”

Azul looked down - you were right. He had treated you unfairly. He had treated you like his bullies had treated him - he had been blinded by his obsession for you.

“I’m… I’m sorry, angelfish,” Azul spoke softly, looking up at you, “I… I just wanted to keep you close. You’re my heart, my other half…”

“You might think that, but that can never be,” you explain.

“Why? Why not, angelfish?”

“Wounds… no matter what they are, take time to heal… and you have left a large scar over my heart. You broke my trust with you.”

Azul looked down again and sighed, “You’re right… I did.”

You nod slowly, offering your hand out to him, “Azul - come with me. Let’s get you back to where you need to be.”

Azul looked at your offered hand, “What?”

“You can’t stay in the darkness forever, Azul. You can’t wallow in self-pity or self-hatred. It’s… what caused this to happen in the first place. Come with me… and we’ll go into the light together and get you the help you deserve and need.”

Azul looked at your hand again, his gloved hand reaching out and slowly taking a hold of it.

As he did, a bright light enveloped both of you.

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