#Azul x reader

[married-to-google-translater]

hey so how do you think Azul Ashengrotto would deal with a s/o who’s randomly at some point like “You know what, I think those siren myths are true cuz you could lure me into the ocean any day of the week”?

Azul Ashengrotto

"SKSKSKSKDKKSKSKS" Azul said calmly before he almost choked on his water and died.

How an octopus can suffocate in water is a big mystery to you.

However, it would be best to say this only after Azul has finished drinking water.

How Azul still reacts so strongly to your flirting even though you've been dating for over six months is also a big mystery.

Lots of mysteries in your relationship~

Now it might be better to help your blushing boyfriend.

Your friendly touch won't make Azul blush any less.

It might be better to say these things in private.

Azul has never felt as loved as she does with you before.

Could take another six months to get used to flirting in public.

However, that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy it.

Azul really loves you a lot.

You should be careful where you write your name in the next few days.

Otherwise, an oopsie might happen and he might make you "accidentally" sign the marriage papers.

[strawberry-bubblef]

Just found your blog after seeing the Overblot students reacting to causing serious harm to the reader/their partner and oof the angst is strong there! Excellent stuff all around and the way that several of them have symbolic injuries suited to each is fitting-

Like Vil pointed out the irony that his attack blinded them (likely disfiguring too)

Leona missing the arm that never hesitated to reach out for him.

Jamil making his S/O unable to stand without them, needing his support.

For some reason, it all reminded me of the Jekyll and Hyde musical (not at all accurate to the original work but the music is pretty good) particularly the Confrontation song, where Jekyll and Hyde have a musical number ripping into the other.

Imagine if the Overblot guys (whether merely haunted by their memories of the event or tying into your original post about permanent injuries inflicted to the person they loved most) have nightmares confronting those versions of themselves especially in regards to the harm that could have (or did) happen to their S/O. Only to get hit with “can’t you see were the same” but maybe the OB’s are mild yanderes towards the S/O or point out easier it is to keep them by his side, that he’s willing to take the risks to keep them around unlike the “good boy” persona some of them keep up.

OB students having nightmares of themselves after hurting their s/o

Part 1: Ob student unintentionally hurting their s/o

Aww! Thanks for the sweet words 🥲🫶 I'm glade you liked it !

Riddle Rosehearts

The halls of Heartslabyul are silent after curfew. Moonlight cuts silver through the tall windows, casting the checkered floor in sharp, cold contrast. It’s late, but Riddle isn’t sleeping. Not really. Not anymore.

He jolts awake again, breath shallow, red eyes wide. He stares at the ceiling, but all he sees is the moment he can never take back.

Your voice, cracking as you tried to reach him.

The way the vines coiled around you, cruel and tight,his vines.

How you cried out.

And the silence after. The absolute silence.

He’s by your side now, and you’ve forgiven him. You told him as much, your voice gentle, your hand on his. But that forgiveness tastes like ash when he remembers the look on your face back then,not fear, not anger, but disbelief. As if you couldn't quite believe he was the one hurting you.

It clings to him like a second skin.

And every night, the dream returns.

The maze is dead now. No more vibrant red blooms or the sweet scent of petals. Only twisted thorns and rotting leaves, the sky above a bruised, stormy purple. The air is heavy with guilt and magic.

In the center of it all sits his throne.

That version of him is waiting, legs crossed elegantly, sipping black tea that stains the porcelain cup like ink.

“You're late,” the Overblot says. “But I suppose shame slows the feet.”

Riddle takes a breath. “I’m not here for your games.”

“Ah, but we’ve played such lovely ones, haven’t we? Tea parties and rules and hearts cut clean in half.”

He steps closer, circling Riddle like a cat. “Do you remember how quiet they became after we were done? No more backtalk. No more chaos. They obeyed. Isn't that what you wanted?”

Riddle flinches.

The Overblot leans in, voice silken and low. “You wrapped yourself in rules because your mother left you no room to breathe. So you did the same to them because love is terrifying when it’s free, isn’t it?”

“I was wrong,” Riddle says. “That wasn’t love.”

“Then what do you call it?” the other hisses, the smile gone. “You think your bouquet of apologies rewrites what you did? You think gentle words and shared tea make up for the way they screamed?”

Riddle’s hands tremble. He can’t meet his own eyes,those cruel red eyes staring out of a mirror cracked by power and pain.

“I didn't mean to hurt them.”

“But you did.” The Overblot’s voice turns almost tender, almost sad. “And I-we will always live with that.”

Silence falls like snow.

And then: “But at least I was honest. At least I did what had to be done to keep them close. You fear they’ll leave. I made it impossible. Maybe you should be thanking me.”

Riddle recoils. “You turned them into something fragile.”

“I turned them into something ours. They stay because of you, but they flinch because of me.”

A pause.

“Can’t you see?” he whispers. “We’re the same.”

The dream ends with Riddle reaching for his collar, choking on petals that pour from his mouth,crimson, velvet, suffocating.

He wakes with a cry.

It’s still night, the room quiet. He reaches for you instinctively, but the sheets are cool, the space beside him empty. Panic strikes fast and cold.

He finds you on the balcony, bathed in moonlight. Wrapped in a soft robe, you’re gazing at the stars. Your arm is wrapped, supported. Some movements are slower now. But your eyes are bright as ever.

You turn as he approaches.

“Another nightmare?”

Riddle says nothing. He only stands behind you and hesitantly slide his hand into yours. His grip is tight,not crushing, never again but desperate in its quiet plea.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers.

“You don’t get to decide that alone,” you reply softly, placing yourhand over his. “You made a mistake. A terrible one. But you changed. You’re trying. That matters.”

“I see him every time I close my eyes,” Riddle admits. “He says we’re the same.”

You turn, gently cupping his face with the only hand that you have left. “Then prove him wrong.”

He leans into your touch like a drowning man, clinging to the only solid thing in a storm. In your eyes, there’s still pain. Still healing. But also,somehow hope.

He’s terrified he’ll always be at war with that version of himself.

But if you’re willing to walk beside him through the thorns, maybe, just maybe, there’s a path forward.

Leona Kingscholar

The desert wind howls in his ears.

Leona stands on the edge of a dry, cracked savannah where nothing grows, under a sunless sky. The ground is stained with soot and ash, grass burned to cinders. In the distance, a pride stone crumbles into dust.

And there,at the center of the destruction,is himself.

Or at least, what’s left of him.

His Overblot form sits lazily upon a throne of twisted bone and stone, smoke curling from his mane like incense from an open flame. Those glowing eyes burn, full of mirthless amusement.

“Took you long enough,” the Overblot drawls. “What, couldn’t face me sooner? Or were you too busy watching them struggle to tie their shoes with the wrong damn hand?”

Leona's jaw tightens. “Shut up.”

“Hit a nerve?” His other self stretches, claws dragging over the arms of the throne. “I’m not the one who tore it from them. You are. We are.”

“I never meant–”

“Don’t insult both of us. You knew what that spell could do. You were angry. Jealous. Tired of always coming second. So you struck. And you didn’t stop.”

Leona’s fists clench. He can still remember the heat, the way magic surged through him like wildfire, untamed and wild. The look on your face when you collapsed, your dominant arm crushed under a landslide of sand and force.

He remembers how still you were. How you didn’t reach for him. Couldn’t.

And how the silence that followed was louder than any roar.

“They can’t write like they used to,” his Overblot murmurs. “Can’t lift a box. Can’t sketch, or braid your damn hair. All the things they used to do so easily,gone. Because of you.”

“I know !” Leona snaps. “I live with it every day.”

“Do you?” The Overblot tilts his head. “Then why haven’t you left? Why not let them go and find someone better for them? Someone whole?”

Leona’s voice drops to a growl. “Because I love them.”

The other version smiles, sharp and cruel. “No. You need them. And they need you now, don’t they? You made sure of that. No one else understands them like you. No one else will want them like this.”

Leona stares, disgust tightening in his throat.

“Come on,” the Overblot purrs. “Admit it. Part of you is relieved. Because now they’ll stay.”

“No.”

“They’ll never leave you.”

“NO!”

The Overblot lunges, claws out, but Leona doesn’t move.

Because he knows the truth: this isn’t about physical pain. This is about guilt, about possession, about fear.

And about how love can rot if left to fester.

He wakes up leaning against a tree in Savanaclaw. It's still dark, the early morning stars just beginning to fade. His hands are buried in the dirt, sweat soaking the back of his shirt. His heart thunders in his chest like it’s trying to dig out.

The scent of jasmine reaches him first. Then your voice.

“Bad dream?”

Leona looks up.

You’re seated nearby, wrapped in a blanket, watching the horizon. Your sleeve is pinned up neatly, your right side turned toward him. The scarred place where your arm used to be is hidden, but he knows its shape by memory now.

He sits beside you wordlessly. You lean into him, letting his warmth chase away the morning chill.

“It’s always the same dream,” he mutters. “Me. Him. You.”

You rest your head on his shoulder. “Do you still hate yourself?”

He doesn’t answer.

His grip tightens ever so slightly. “I wish it had been me instead.”

You reach for his hand with your remaining one and lace your fingers together.

“I would’ve still stayed,” you say. “Even if it had been you who got hurt. Even if it was your arm.”

Silence stretches, heavy and honest.

Leona leans into you then, pressing his forehead to your temple.

“I’m trying,” he whispers.

“I know.”

And for once, the guilt doesn’t scream quite so loud.

Azul Ashengrotto

The sea is too still.

No current, no light,only the inky abyss stretching endlessly in every direction. Azul floats weightlessly in the dark, arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed as if sleep could shield him from what he knows is coming.

No light,only the inky abyss stretching endlessly in every direction. Azul floats weightlessly in the dark, arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed as if sleep could shield him from what he knows is coming.

And then it starts.

The water shifts.

A shadow coils in the deep like smoke in water,and from it emerges himself,not in his human form, not even in his merman body. No, it’s the Overblot: bloated and grandiose, tentacles stretching into the black like roots through rot. His grin is razor-sharp, filled with oil-slick malice.

“Still pretending to be human?” it coos. “Still clinging to the mask of the poor little businessman?”

Azul doesn’t look at it.

“Did you think success would make you good?” the Overblot hisses, gliding around him like a serpent. “That if you just worked hard enough, they’d love you? Respect you?”

Azul breathes slowly, deliberately. “Shut up.”

“Oh, touchy.” “You weren’t nearly so quiet when you were begging them not to leave you. Not when they were lying there,bleeding, gasping because you made them part of your deal.”

Azul flinches.

He sees it again: the whirlpool, the crashing debris, the spell cast in desperation and greed. The way you fell,your leg crushed under the magical pressure, twisted unnaturally before he could stop it.

Before he cared to stop it.

“You used them,” the Overblot sings. “Because deep down, you thought: if they depend on me, they won’t leave me.”

“I didn’t—”

“Yes, you did,” it snarls. “You saw them shine and you thought: I want that. You dragged them into your schemes, into your world. And now?”

A cruel smile stretches over its face.

“Now they can’t even dance.”

Azul’s fists curl.

“They limp through the halls, leaning on a cane or your arm, and every step is a reminder. And yet, they still smile at you. Still tell you it’s not your fault.”

The Overblot leans in close, eyes glowing.

“But it is.”

Azul screams,no sound leaves his throat, only bubbles but he surges forward, trying to claw at the thing wearing his face, only for it to melt away into nothing.

Leaving him alone in the silent sea.

He jolts awake in a cold sweat.

The lounge is dark, only the soft glow of enchanted lamps illuminating the drapes. Azul sits on the couch, disheveled,, breath caught halfway in his throat.

A small noise draws his attention.

You're at the window, adjusting your prosthetic leg,carefully, patiently. You don’t notice him watching, or maybe you do, and you choose not to look.

He swallows.

You always do things quietly now. No complaints. No bitter remarks. But you also don’t hum anymore when you walk. You don’t twirl in the water like you used to.

Azul lowers his eyes.

He hears the soft tap of your cane as you make your way over, the familiar pattern of your gait now etched into his memory.

You sit beside him, brushing your hand against his.

“You dreamt about it again.”

He nods, shame burning behind his eyes.

“I see him in the mirror sometimes,” he murmurs. “The one I was. I wonder if I’m still him.”

You shake your head. “He would’ve run from this. You didn’t.”

Azul hesitates before reaching for your hand. “I don’t deserve your kindness.”

“Maybe not,” you whisper, “but you’re trying. And that counts more than you think.”

He leans in slowly, resting his forehead against the side of your head. “If I could give you that leg back…”

“I wouldn’t take it.”

He stiffens, shocked.

You turn to him with quiet intensity. “Because then maybe you’d still be pretending to be someone you’re not. I don’t need perfection. I need you.”

Azul doesn’t reply,he can’t. But he holds you a little tighter, breathing in the proof that somehow, some way… you’re still here.

And maybe that's enough.

Jamil Viper

The chains rattle again.

He doesn’t know where he is,some room, always dark, always humid. The smell of sweat and ash lingers like incense from an old nightmare. Stone walls stretch in every direction, but there’s no exit. No sky. Just that mirror on the wall.

He doesn’t look at it.

Not yet.

He knows who’s waiting on the other side.

But he turns anyway.

And there he i. The Overblot version of himself smiles cruelly, slouching in that confident, arrogant way Jamil hates to admit he once wished he could embody.

“You look exhausted,” the Overblot drawls. “Not sleeping well, Jamil?”

“I’m not here to talk to you,” Jamil hisses.

“Oh, but I’m here to talk to you.” The reflection slinks closer. “How’s our darling doing, by the way? Still limping around because of you?”

Jamil’s stomach churns.

The sound of bones snapping, of the ground cracking during that awful moment,when magic surged out of control, when the pressure pinned you down, the illusion spells fraying as your foot was crushed beneath falling debris he summoned. Not even intentionally. Not really.

But he knew you were nearby.

And he still didn’t care.

He had finally taken the reins of his life and you were collateral.

“I didn’t mean-” Jamil starts, voice strained.

“You didn’t stop,” the Overblot cuts in, venomous. “You didn’t hesitate. You knew they were watching. And still you used your magic. Still you twisted their mind until they collapsed.”

Jamil’s voice is a whisper. “I didn't want to hurt them.”

“You wanted control.”

Silence.

“You wanted them to stop pitying you. To see you,not the servant, not the background character, but the powerful one. And when you had it, even just for a moment…”

The Overblot tilts his head.

“…you liked it.”

Jamil clenches his fists. “I hate you.”

“No,” it says, baring fangs. “You hate that I’m you. You hate that some part of you thought, ‘If I can just keep them dependent… they’ll never leave.’”

The words sting like poison.

“Now look at them,” the Overblot murmurs. “They used to dance barefoot on sunlit floors. Now every step is calculated. Controlled. Like you wanted everything else to be.”

Jamil shuts his eyes tight.

When he opens them again, the mirror is empty.

He’s alone again.

But the silence is louder than before.

He wakes up in a sweat.

The room is dim, lit by the flicker of a candle. The warmth of the dorm blankets does little to soothe him, especially not when he sees the empty spot in the bed beside him.

You're by the window.

Adjusting the supportive brace over your ankle,what's left of it. Your balance is careful, practiced. Your fingers are deft. Jamil sits up quietly, heart aching.

You glance over your shoulder. “Nightmare?”

He nods, slow.

You limp over to him, footsteps padded by the soft cloth of your wrap. You don’t say anything at first,you just press your forehead to his, fingers tangling with his.

“I see him,” Jamil says. “The version of me who… who didn't care. Who thought being loved wasn’t as important as being obeyed.”

You don’t flinch. You already know.

“I hate him,” he whispers.

“But he’s not you,” you murmur back.

Jamil’s eyes glint with unshed tears.

“I almost made you another chain.”

You shake your head, taking his hand and placing it against your heartbeat. “But you let go. You let me go. You helped me stand again.”

His voice is raw. “You should’ve run from me.”

“I didn’t want to,” you reply. “I wanted to walk beside you. Even if I had to relearn how.”

He exhales shakily.

And when he kisses your knuckles, it’s soft. Tentative. Like he’s still trying to prove to himself that you’re real,that this, what he has now, is real.

Even after all he’s done.

Vil Schoenheit

The mirror doesn’t lie. That’s the curse.

He can’t hide from it. Not from the face that stares back at him,twisted, blot-streaked, gleaming with hatred and pride. His Overblot self grins through cracked lipstick and bleeding glamour.

“Ah. Come to scold me again, Schoenheit?”

Vil doesn’t answer. He already knows how this goes.

Every night, it’s the same: the same confrontation, the same voice that sounds too much like his own, the same sickening echo of violet light bursting from his fingertips, burning away the world and everything he held dear.

Especially you.

“Still pretending you didn’t enjoy it?” the Overblot version sneers. “You always thought beauty was everything. Until you became the monster.”

Vil’s voice is cold. “I wanted the world to see me. Not them.”

“And now they can’t see anything at all.” A cruel chuckle. “Isn’t that poetic?”

His throat tightens.

He remembers the scent of magic in the air, the searing heat, the flash of light as your scream tore through him. The way you clutched your face, blood slipping between your fingers. The panic that followed. The silence. The way your eyes never found him again.

“I didn’t mean to hurt them.”

“But you did.” The Overblot tilts his head mockingly. “You wanted to be seen. So you made sure they never would be seen again. You took that from them. You, who worshipped beauty like a god.”

Vil’s hands tremble at his sides.

“You knew what your magic could do. You chose to use it anyway.”

“I thought I could control it.”

“You were wrong.”

Silence.

Then:

“They still call your name,” the Overblot whispers. “Even now. Still reach for you. Still smile in your direction. And doesn’t that make it worse?”

Vil turns away.

“All they know is the echo of your voice and the feel of your touch. And you cling to that, don’t you? Because if they saw you as you were... they would’ve run.”

The mirror cracks.

Not from magic but from the way Vil slams his fist into it, fury rippling through every bone.

And when he opens his eyes again, he's awake.

The bedroom is quiet, curtains drawn open just enough to let in moonlight. You’re seated on the bed, fingers moving expertly as you read a Braille book Vil had custom,made for you. Your head tilts slightly when you hear him stir.

“Another dream?” you ask gently.

Vil’s voice is hoarse. “Yes.”

You set the book down. “Was it him again?”

“…Yes.”

You pat the space beside you, and he comes willingly. Sits beside you. Lets you touch his face. You always do that now,run your fingertips along his cheekbones, brush over the curve of his lips, like you’re memorizing him all over again.

“I hate what I did to you,” he whispers. “I took the stars from your eyes.”

“And still I find light in your voice.” you say softly.

Vil swallows. “You don’t hate me?”

“I miss what I lost,” you admit. “But I don’t miss you. Because you’re still here.”

He presses your hand to his chest. “It should’ve been me.”

“No,” you whisper. “You came back to me. That’s enough.”

Sometimes, he still dreams of mirrors.

But these days, when he wakes,he’s holding your hand.

And somehow, that makes all the difference.

Idia Shroud

That’s how the nightmare always starts.

Blue flame dances along the walls, scorching consoles, melting cables, and setting off a chorus of alarms. Everything is chaos.Except for him. Except for the Overblot.

It rises from the flames like a ghost made of rage and sorrow, hair wilder, cloak billowing like smoke. It grins, bearing rows of flame-slicked teeth.

“Guess what, Idia,” it sing-songs. “You’re the villain in your own tragic visual novel. Bad End unlocked!”

Idia curls inward, arms around himself. “I didn’t want to hurt them.”

“You did more than hurt them,” it hisses. “You burned them. Because you wanted to keep them close. You wanted them safe.”

“I lost control. The magic-”

“You thought locking them in the Underworld was safer than letting them leave you. And when they reached out for you..” The Overblot snaps its fingers.

The scent of scorched flesh.

The sound of your cry.

Idia covers his ears, but it’s no use.

“You destroyed the very hands that held you. Four fingers. Gone. Just like that. Do you know how many times they tried to play your games after that? Tried to cook? Draw? Hold a pen?”

“I didn’t mean to-!”

“But you did.” The voice is ice now. “And you know what the worst part is?”

Silence.

“They still forgive you.”

Idia lifts his head slowly, shame thick in his eyes.

“They still smile when you fumble with words. Still wrap what’s left of their hand around yours. Still kiss your cheek and say it’s okay. It’s not okay.”

“I know,” he whispers. “I know it’s not.”

“Then why do you stay?”

He doesn’t answer right away.

Then-q

“…Because they asked me to. Because they didn’t want to lose me too.”

The Overblot’s grin fades.

Idia steps closer to it. For once, he doesn’t flinch.

“I am a coward. I am broken. But I’m trying. Every day. I can’t fix what I did… but I can be here now. And that’s what they asked of me.”

The flames flicker.

“You don’t deserve them,” it spits.

“I know,” Idia says. “But they still choose me. And I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy of that.”

He wakes up gasping.

Your hand is in his,smaller now, missing parts of what once was, wrapped in soft bandages and healing cream. But warm. Still warm.

You stir beside him. “Another one?”

He nods.

You squeeze. “You’re still here.”

“…Yeah.”

You rest your forehead against his. “Then I’m okay.”

He doesn’t cry, but he holds your hand tighter.

And for the first time, the nightmare fades into silence.

Malleus Draconia

The castle is quiet. Too quiet.

He wanders its halls alone in the dream. The stone is grey, cracked with age. Thorny vines have grown wild over every door, every window. The sky outside is eternally twilight, like the world itself is holding its breath. Time doesn’t move here. It hasn’t for centuries.

He knows where you are.

He always knows.

Your chamber lies behind an arch of briars, untouched by rot or dust. Enchanted sleep preserved you, peaceful and unmoving, lips barely parted as if frozen mid-sigh.

He crosses the threshold slowly, reverently. His footsteps don’t echo anymore.

You lies there still.

Because of him.

“Malleus.”

The voice that greets him isn’t yours.

It’s his but deeper, weightless, echoing with ancient magic.

The Overblot.

It steps into view like a reflection peeled from his shadow. A smile too gentle to be anything but cruel.

“You saved her,” it says. “She was going to leave. Be taken away. You stopped it.”

“I imprisoned her,” Malleus whispers.

“You protected her. In eternal sleep, she couldn’t be harmed. Couldn’t abandon you. Couldn’t be taken away by time or fate or death.”

Malleus walks toward the bed. Your skin is still warm beneath the spell, magic thrumming softly with every breath. So many years have passed. More than he dares count.

“And yet she wept in her dreams,” he murmurs. “I heard it. Even through the spell.”

“Dreams are nothing,” the Overblot croons. “She’s safe. Isn’t that all you ever wanted?”

His hands tremble.

“I wanted to be with her,” Malleus says, voice breaking. “Not without her. Not like this.”

The Overblot’s smile fades. It regards him like a disappointed parent. “You are a king .You could have have eternity together.”

“No. I forced eternity upon her. I robbed her of choice… of time… of life.”

A silence falls.

Then-

“But she’s awake now.”

That voice. Yours.

He turns.

You're standing in the doorway. Older than you should be, touched by the centuries but beautiful still. Eyes full of sorrow and kindness both.

“I’m awake, Malleus.”

He stares, breathless. “This isn’t real.”

“It could be,” you say, stepping forward. “If you let go of the guilt. If you come back to me.”

“But I hurt you. I stole your future.”

“And yet I chose to wake up.”

You reach out.

He takes your hand in both of his, kneeling as if in penance.

“I will never forgive myself,” he whispers.

“Then let me forgive you instead,” you say. “You’re here now. And I waited because I believed you’d come back.”

He wakes in your arms, forehead against your shoulder, breath shaky.

You cradle his head gently, fingers weaving through his hair.

“You dreamt it again,” you murmur.

He nods, silent.

“I’m still here,” you remind him. “Still choosing you.”

And he holds you tighter, as though centuries could slip between his fingers once more.

But this time, he’ll never let go.

English is not my first language !

[mit0bee]

ℍ𝕌𝕊𝔹𝔸ℕ𝔻!

Calling the twst boys your husband!

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

warnings: fem!reader, no beta we die like men, yuu!reader, harassment (leonas part), pre-book 7 malleus

a/n: hi im very sick take this unfinished work from my drafts (I PROMISE ILL MAKE MORE OF THIS I JUST CANT LOOK AT A SCREEN ANYMORE 💔) plz tell me if theres any inaccuracies since i do not have the energy to read it through

also it got glitched out this morning when i tried to use my phone to finish it so now theres bullet points everywhere

It wasn't actually intentional when you called him your husband, more of a spur of the moment thing.

During a (n unwilling) adventure to Sam's, a guy had come up to you. Of course, being the mysterious transfer from another world had garnered you some popularity. One such consequence were people like him.

"Hey. You're that transfer girl, right?" The boy asked. He looked like a badly designed sleazeball from a basic anime; dyed hair, quite a few piercings, and a look on his face that just screamed incel.

"Uh. Yeah." You looked between the milk you had in your hand, the guy, and Leona, who was out of earshot, eyeing a selection of meat Sam had on display. "Why?" You could practically feel the dread in your gut. He obviously wasn't trying to be friends. Or, at least, not the good kind of friends.

"I was just wondering..." Smirking, he took a few steps to close the gap between the two of you, "Some of my friends and I were going to have a little party down in the woods behind the school. We could use some entertainment."

"Er...." Your head tilted downwards in fluster. This guy didn't seem like the type to take no for an answer. Even if you tried to pull the 'I have a boyfriend', he probably wouldn't listen, "My.... husband and I had plans." You blurted out. It was a split second decision, but there was no way this guy would go after a married woman. Right?

"Oh, husband." You shot Leona a look; one that begged for help. He turned from where he had been very focused, and noticed the sleazy guy pestering you. His ears flattened against his head, and his expression shifted from curiosity to irritation. "Come over here."

The nameless guy looked very close to pissing himself when he saw just who you were referring to. The Leona Kingscholar. But he had a wife? Since when?!

"Oh. Uh. Him?" The guy asked, almost unbelieving. There was no way someone like him would be tied down. He could barely go to class, much less commit to someone!

But, as if by fate, the lazy lion gave a smug smirk and rested his hand over your shoulder. "What's up, wife?" He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head. "This guy buggin' ya?"

You smiled knowingly, "I don't know. Are you?" Your tone wasn't one to be underestimated. All three of you knew what was going down. The only difference between You and Leona, and the guy was that the guy couldn't do anything to refute your claim.

"N-No, ma'am!" The guy stiffened, which made Leona let out a huff of amusement, "I'll be on my way now!" He announced, running off with his tail between his legs.

You and Leona were left in silence for the next few moments, both of you not wanting or having anything to say. It was Leona, though, who broke the silence.

"Husband?"

"I don't wanna talk about it." You faced your lover with redder cheeks than before, "He was getting on my nerves, and it was the quickest way for him to leave me alone." You sighed, your eyes trailing from Leonas emerald ones to the wooden floor of the shop, "I know we haven't talked about it. Sorry..."

Leona rolled his eyes at your change in demeanor. You went from confident to bashful in only the span of a minute or two. "Whaddya talking about? I never said I wouldn't mind getting married, so don't apologize." He stated, keeping his arm around your shoulders.

"Wha...?" You gazed back up at him with shock, your mouth slightly ajar. You would accept him not wanting to get married, and it was a real possibility you had prepared for in the past. Now he's stating he might want to?

He didn't explain further, and opted to (surprisingly gently) lead you out of the store. "Let's go." He said, "I'll get Ruggie to finish the trip."

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"Sam. What is this?"

"It's a wedding present, my little imp!" Sam presented you with a large purple box. It had a glittery black ribbon tied into a perfect bow at its plateau. "Don't think I didn't see what you and the Savanaclaw housewarden were doing in my shop a few days ago!"

You took the box carefully. Knowing Sam, just about anything could be inside. It could be the best thing you could ever receive, but it also could be a load of crap you'd never use.

"Look here!" Sam lifted up two items from inside the box. One was an iridescent stone, while the other looked like a black ticket with gold accents. He held out the stone, "This one is a lucky charm! Perfect for newlyweds, right?" Then, he held out the ticket, "And this gets you a 1% discount at any Sam's Mystery Shop locations in all of Twisted Wonderland! Terms and Conditions apply."

You smiled, but felt the irritation in your body growing. You and Leona weren't actually getting married. It was just a topic of discussion now. But, the items might come in handy around Ramshackle, and you'd take all the help you could get. It wasn't like everything would be useless, right?

You decided to grit your teeth and bear it, "Thank you, Sam. Really." You let him place the two items back in the box, "We'll be sure to use all of this." You quickly turned on your heel to escape.

"Oh, and tell the kitty I said hi!" He called out as you left. Once you were gone, he placed a hand on his cheek with a sigh.

"Ah, young love."

Azul has a lot of business partners.

With all of those partners comes lots of exhausting meetings. His only escape from all of it is you.

Though, that doesn't mean your opposed to playing a prank or two on him to lift his spirits.

Azul dropped down onto his (your shared at this point) bed, and you couldn't help the snicker that you let out at this rare side of him.

"Rough day?" You asked. One of your hands dropped from your book to find purchase in his hair. He let out a relaxed groan, slowly moving his way from the side of the bed to lay on top of you.

"You wouldn't believe. Dozens of grown men and not even one can solve a simple problem." He sighed, remembering the horrid, stale meeting he had to endure, "They're leading me to believe most landers are like this."

You closed your book with a crisp clap, setting it on the safe right by his bed. Instead, you devoted your time to messing with his well-kept hair. "Not all of them. I'm an exception, right? As your wife?"

"That's true-" He paused, your words sinking on him like a heavy weight. His face exploded into a coral pink, and he inelegantly picked himself up onto all fours, looking into your eyes with confusion and maybe a little glee. "What...? Wife..? As in- Us?" One of his hands frantically pointed between the two of you.

"Unless you don't want to get married to a foolish lander." Pouting, you knew he'd take the bait. Hook, line, and sinker. "It's fine. I get it. Species racism, you know?"

Desperately, he shook his head. "No! That's not it at all!" He brought his face dangerously close to yours, "I just wasn't expecting it." As if realizing how close you were, he averted his eyes from yours, "...I was supposed to receive my grandmothers ring. After graduation."

After such an honest confession, you felt your resolve for the prank crumble into a million pieces. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, earning a surprised yelp from him. "Azul!" Is all you could manage to articulate.

"....Y-Yes, my love?" His voice was muffled from being so close to you, but you could still hear the worry in his tone. It didn't make you feel any more calm, though, and you squeezed him even harder.

"I think we need to get married right now."

"What?!"

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The next morning was surprisingly uneventful. The only thing you could notice of slight difference was the weird looks you got from the twins, and the slightly softer way Azul treated you. It was only that evening that everything shifted on its axis.

You were waiting in Mostro for Azul to finish with some contracts. Not wanting to bother him, you waited in the main dining area, lone in a booth. Only lone for a while, though, as the aforementioned Leech twins came strolling up with knowing smirks.

"So..." Floyd started, "Miss Ashengrotto, huh?" He sat right next to you, "You apparently had a whole spectacle last night. Very romantic."

"Just make sure you both don't forget us as newlyweds." Jade engaged in the teasing too, but didn't sit nearly as close. "We'd be very lonely. Right, Floyd?"

"Yup. Anyway. Baby names."

"Huh?!"

"Floyd Junior has a nice ring to it."

"Or Jade Junior."

"What are you three talking about?"

"........"

"We should leave. Come on, Floyd." Jade stood up, taking Floyd by the arm and dragging him out of the booth.

"Yeah. Have fun, lovebirds."

"So..." You smiled sheepishly, "How is my fantastic husband doing?" You said, just loud enough for anyone in the immediate vicinity to whip their heads around and gawk.

"Please." Azul chuckled, "I'm good. How is my beautiful wife?"

"Ready to give you a baby." You whispered.

"Slow down!"

on one of the rare times idia actually went out of his room, it was for this limited deluxe edition of a game he had been waiting for for months.

problem was, it was an in-store only promo. if he wanted the game, he'd have to endure the stress of other people.

if only to make the trip a little less painful on his cortisol receptors, he decided to invite you to join him.

the store was packed. like the only reason the two of you got in was because you had waited there for at least five hours before it opened.

even then, it took another hour or two to actually get to the checkout with two copies of the game in hand.

it was at the checkout that the incident happened.

after being out and waiting for almost half your day, you had obviously gotten bored.

and what better cure for your boredom than to play a silly little prank on your unsuspecting boyfriend?

"You two excited for the release?" The clerk asked. He looked obviously exhausted, but kept a weary smile and his tone light. "I hear this ones better than the prequel. Bugs and cheeses have all been patched."

You nodded enthusiastically, deciding that now was the time to enact your totally thought-out plan, "Yup! My husband and I are going to have a little gaming date. Right, Id-" You turned to your boyfriend, stopping your sentence midway through. He looked like his entire brain shut off, hair lit up a bright pink and his face dusted with a blush to rival even the reddest tone. If he was a cartoon, he'd have steam coming out of his ears and the top of his skull would come up like a geyser.

"I- Um- My-" He couldn't even utter a single sentence. "My wife-" He gestured to you. Eventually, he gave up on even trying to articulate himself, slammed the required thaumark bills on the counter, and made his way out of there as quickly as he could. Unceremoniously, he shoved you (with surprising gentleness considering how clumsy he was being) into the passenger seat of his rarely used car, and quickly turned to book it into the drivers seat.

The two of you sat there in silence for a minute or two. His expression was unreadable, and you couldn't tell if it was upset, excitement, or anxiety.

He finally broke the silence with a mumble. ".... -married?"

"I couldn't hear you, hun. What'd you say?"

"I said.... -get married?"

"My love. Please speak up."

"I SAID, DO YOU REALLY WANT TO GET MARRIED?!"

"......."

"........"

"What...?"

"You know. Because I'm not very marriage material...?" His statement was more of a question, and he turned away from you in shame, "I mean, there are all of those princes at NRC. SS+ level otome MMC's."

"Idia."

"I was just thinking you'd rather them."

"Idia."

"I mean, there's, like, a million of them." He fiddled with the bottom hem of his hoodie in embarrassment. God, if he could just hide in a hole forever-

"IDIA!" You snapped, taking him by the shoulders and forcing him to look at you, "I don't want them. I want you." Putting on your best comforting smile, you leaned over the gearbox to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. "I woke up at five A.M. for this. If that doesn't make it clear that I'd want you and only you, then maybe me saying it to your face will."

If it was even possible his hair got even wilder and even pinker. It was a miracle it didn't set everything in the car on fire. "A-Are you sure...?" He half-whispered, half-squeaked.

You nodded, placing a hand on his cheek. Your other hand rested on the gearbox so you could lean closer to him. "Dead serious."

Idia's cheeks lit up pink, and all of the blue that had been slowly returning to his firey hair vanished, being replaced by the previous pink once more. "L-Let's just get back to NRC..." He managed to mumble out.

Malleus wasn't the most expressive person. When a simple upset could smite an entire family, the benefits of feeling anger or ecstasy paled in comparison to the concequences.

That wasn't to say he didn't have his moments, though.

Your plan was simple; when Malleus least expected it, you'd call him by the sweet nickname, and watch his head explode. Or, at least, show some more feeling than slightly pleased or slightly upset.

The two of you were walking the halls of NRC almost ritualistically. It had become a routine for Malleus to meet you outside of your classes and escort you to your next one. He was so dedicated that not even most urgencies could prevent him from seeing you. You had asked him a few weeks prior on why he was so devoted, but he only responded with a cryptic 'it's my duty'.

Arriving at your classroom, you leaned up and pressed a quick peck to his cheek. "Thank you, husband." You whispered. You expected him to react in a giddy manner, but quite the contrary, he only reciprocated your smile and leaned down to kiss your forehead.

"You're welcome, my wife." He smiled just a little more than he usually did. "I must get to my own class. I'll see you afterwards." And with that, he waved off a confused you.

He didn't even seem to be bothered by the nickname. What's more, is that he called you his wife! Last you checked, you weren't married! Was he just playing along? Or was he trying to retort your prank in his own way? You were supposed to be pranking him!

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Your mind raced with possibilities for the entire time you were in class. It got so bad that Trein had to reprimand you in front of all of your peers. But, in your defense, how were you supposed to focus?! The only solace you got was the dismissal bell, knowing you'd be able to see your fae lover once more.

When you exited the class, Malleus was waiting in front of the door as per usual. He unconsciously and unintentionally was splitting the student body in half like a stone in a river. They avoided him as best they could, knowing full well he was here for you.

"My beloved." He strode his way up to you, the black current of people moving in reaction, "Was your class satisfactory?" He took your hand in his. The two of you had a little extra time now in your schedules due to your paired spare periods (courtesy of the oh-so generous Headmage Crowley. He was definitely not intimidated by a certain dragon fae into it. No sir, no ma'am).

"Mhm." You peered into his eyes thoughtfully, trying to read just what exactly had happened earlier. If it had been a prank on his part, surely there'd be some evidence of amusement, right? You stared like this all the way into the courtyard, where he finally noticed with a furrowed brow and slight pout.

"Something is troubling you."

Oops. You were caught, "It's nothing. Really." You tried to soothe his worries, but your attempts were in vain and only made him worry more.

"You're lying to me." He stopped in his tracks, causing you to turn to face him. He crossed his arms in an almost childlike fashion, "You shouldn't be trying to suffer alone. As your husband I have a duty to help you, do I not?"

With his final sentence, you couldn't help but sigh. You obviously wouldn't get answers from him by just staring. He was as straight faced as a stone cold killer.

"....Can I ask you a question...?" You requested hesitantly. Maybe it was just nothing. If the two of you were just in an unspoken prank war, it might be best to not bring it up.

"Yes." He answered instantaneously, almost before you got your question out. "Anything."

"Are you calling me your wife as a joke?" You blurted out the entire question at once. Luckily, the courtyard was mostly empty to protect you from your blunder, but it was nonetheless embarrassing, "I mean, I was doing it as a silly little prank. Then you did it too. You sounded so serious when you said it, too." You averted your gaze, wanting to look anywhere but at your lover. In your peripheral vision you saw him grow more confused than worried now. Rather than his brow being furrowed in concern, it was furrowed in thought.

It took a moment for him to speak. He tilted his head, as if it would help in deciphering the code you just tossed in his face, "We are betrothed, are we not? We haven't had a wedding yet, so we aren't in technical terms husband and wife. But, you have begun to call me your husband. In turn, I assumed you wanted me to refer to you as my wife."

You froze. He thought you were what? As far as you could remember, he didn't give you any indicator as to being engaged up until now!

"Hold on." You were so confused and shocked that your embarrassment ebbed away quickly. You looked him up and down. Were cameras going to pop out from behind a bench? A tree, perhaps? "I wasn't told anything about being engaged. When did this happen?"

His tone only grew more confused now, "A few weeks prior. You were accepting my courtship advances. The necklace you received was one of betrothal." He stated simply, "It was one from my personal collection, and you accepted it. Is that not a common proposal where you're from?"

"NO?! Malleus, where I'm from, people propose with a ring and ask if they will marry them!"

".....I see. This is quite the conundrum." He placed a hand on his chin, "Am I to cancel the wedding plans, then?" He looked almost sad at the prospect. You could tell immediately that this was something he had been planning since that night he gifted you that silver necklace.

You sighed again, this time bigger and heavier, "....I mean..." You didn't want to let him down, but it all felt too fast! "Maybe don't cancel them persay..." His mood drastically improved at your words. Optimism was a powerful tool, and he was using it right to his advantage.

"Maybe we can do things from my culture now?" You continued, "Once you propose in the human way, then we can start planning our wedding together." You thought this was a fair compromise. He already proposed with fae customs, but you weren't exactly ready to rush into a wedding dress. If things could be held off for at least a few more months, you'd have time to adequately settle into the reality.

Your words didn't come close to deterring Malleus. He nodded with more enthusiasm than ever. "I shall dedicate myself to the education and study of human ways. I will plan out a human proposal posthaste." He looked at you with a fire in his eyes. One you hadn't seen too often, but enough to recognize, you knew what it meant. He only got this look when he was so hellbent on succeeding that it'd take all of Twisted Wonderland to prevent him from reaching his goals.

You'd let out a monster, and you knew it. All you could do now was pray for your survival.

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A few days later, you were chatting casually with your regular quartet of Ace, Deuce, Grim in the cafeteria. But, your comfortable conversation was abruptly interrupted by a scream.

"HUMAN!!!!!!" You jumped at the sound, immediately recognizing it to be only one person.

"Sebek? Is something the matter?"

"MY LORD HAS DECIDED TO PROPOSE TO YOU ONCE MORE!!!!" He exclaimed, his volume far too high even in the large room. "YOU MUST LOOK THE PART WHEN HE APPROACHES YOU!" Without a second beat, he started dusting you off, nitpicking your appearance down to the lint on your shoulder.

Being friend with Sebek long enough had let you into his mind. You knew he was happy for you, and just expressing it in his own unique way. He had long since come to terms with your relationship, and had even come to support it (again, in his own way).

"Hold on..."

"No way..."

"Huh?!"

All three of your friends in front of you had gaping mouths, utterly shocked. They all yelled at the same time, their tones fearful and confused.

"My henchman..."

"You, of all people..."

"Prefect is...."

"GETTING MARRIED?!"

Oh lord. This'll be fun to explain.

[himasgod]

Hi!

How are you? I hope you're okay. Well, this is the first time I've asked you for something, so I hope I'm doing the right thing… Anyways.

How about a story where the only way to Yuu/reader's heart is through food, but not just any kind of food, but homemade food, not fast food, not restaurant food, just homemade food? Imagine the boys discovering, either through a casual conversation with the reader or through Grim, that the only way to your heart is through food, because, for you, food represents a form of love, one in which feelings and emotions come out transparently and sincerely.

This story could be for both dorms and overblot + kalim, just thinking about the food the boys will prepare makes me hungry.

I hope my request didn't bother you, and I apologize for any spelling errors. Have a nice day/afternoon/evening.

Bye!

OVERBLOTS + KALIM X READER

Where they find out that the way to your heart is through home-cooked food.

When he hears from Kalim—loudly—that the only way to your heart is through homemade food, Jamil nearly drops his spoon.

"What? Yuu likes homemade food? Like, emotionally likes it?? Like—falling in love likes it??"

He wants to scream. Because food is his thing. Cooking is his chore, his comfort, his language—but he’s never done it for love. Always for duty. Always because someone expected it.

Now, the idea that you’d cherish a meal he made with intention—just for you—makes his heart skip a beat and his stomach twist.

So he stays up late one night in the Scarabia kitchen, making a dish his father once made for his mother during festival season: stuffed vine leaves with lemon, turmeric rice, and sweet tahini-drizzled dates.

The moment he places it in front of you, he does not meet your eyes.

“This isn’t a big deal,” he mutters. “It’s just something I made. You can throw it out if it’s not your taste.”

But then you try it. And close your eyes. And smile.

“This tastes like someone missed me before I even left.”

Jamil stops.

You look up at him gently. “Did you make this with your heart?”

His voice is low. Raw. “…I don’t know how to make it any other way.”

Malleus doesn’t understand at first.

“You prefer homemade food… over grand feasts? Even over royal delicacies?”

You nod. “Because homemade food carries emotion. If someone makes something with love, you can feel it in the taste. It tells you you’re cared for.”

Malleus becomes quiet after that. Thoughtful.

That night, he visits Lilia.

“…May I ask you to teach me to cook something… simple?”

The next few nights are a saga. Things are burned. The Diasomnnia kitchen is almost destroyed. Sebek has a meltdown. But Malleus persists.

Eventually, he brings you a single, quiet offering: a small bowl of barley porridge sweetened with honey and fruits—a common fae breakfast.

“It was my mother’s favorite,” he says softly. “Lilia told me she usually made it, once, before she… before the end. I’ve never tasted it. Until now.”

You sip the warm spoonful, and your throat closes up with feeling.

“Malleus,” you whisper, voice trembling, “this… is beautiful.”

His gaze softens—more tender than you’ve ever seen it.

“If food is a way to your heart, then allow me to offer mine first. One dish at a time.”

“Oh! You like homemade food? THAT’S AMAZING!! I love making food for people!!”

Kalim’s the one who runs full speed toward your love language without hesitation. He doesn’t even blink. His whole soul lights up with the idea of cooking for you—not because it’s a strategy, but because it’s pure joy.

He shows up the next day with a whole spread: lamb biryani, stuffed flatbreads, saffron rice with raisins, and a homemade rosewater dessert. Everything’s hand-cooked with a little too much enthusiasm and not enough restraint (he may have set off the dorm smoke alarms three times).

He watches you dig in like it’s the best moment of his entire life.

“You actually like it?!”

“It’s… incredible,” you say between bites. “Wait, did you make all this yourself?”

“I had some help from Jamil, but I really tried to do the important parts!” He leans in, grinning. “I wanted you to know I care. With every bite.”

You're about to respond when he just blurts out: “I’d cook for you every day forever if you let me!”

You choke. Grim laughs. Kalim beams. Jamil sighs in the background.

He panics. Absolutely loses it when he hears from Grim that you only open up to people who feed you something homemade.

"They must be joking—homemade, here, in NRC? That’s entirely unsanitary without proper kitchen regulations! You can’t just cook anything—"

He gets flustered. Because what if you don’t like his food? What if it’s improper? What if it has a lot of sugar?

Lots of sugar...

But you mention once, offhandedly, that your favorite kind of food is when someone makes something they ate growing up. A comfort dish. Something from childhood. And that makes Riddle think of strawberry tarts. Before everything changed.

So he makes you one. Follows the old recipe not from his mother’s strict cookbook, but from memory.

When he hands it to you, it’s in a porcelain dish with little red ribbon tied around it.

He doesn’t look at you directly when you taste it. But your eyes light up, and your expression softens, and Riddle feels something in his chest crack wide open.

“You made this just for me?”

“…Yes. I thought… well, if it’s your love language, then it should be done right, shouldn’t it?”

And suddenly, he’s not as scared of breaking the rules as he used to be—at least, not if it means winning your heart.

Internal screaming.

He overhears it from Ortho, who cheerfully tells him, “Yuu says food is their love language! Homemade food especially! You should make them something!”

SYSTEM ERROR: PANIC MODE ACTIVATED

“ME?! Cook?! Are you trying to make me perish in fire and humiliation?!”

Idia spends three days researching recipes on deep cooking forums and “how to not burn your dorm down”.

He programs a tiny kitchen assistant bot. He tries and fails to make something edible five times.

But eventually… he remembers a meal he used to eat: miso-butter ramen with soft egg and nori strips. Something warm and soft and kind. So he makes it. Shaking the whole time. Heart racing.

He doesn’t give it to you in person. He leaves it outside your door in a sleek bento box with an embarrassed little note:

“⚠️ WARNING: Contains feelings. Eat at your own risk. Is this too much cringe?–Idia”

You eat it. It’s clumsy but perfect. And you text him one word after:

“Home. <3”

He doesn't respond for a full ten minutes because he’s lying on the floor having a full-blown meltdown—but it’s the good kind.

Later that night, you find a pixel heart flashing on your phone.

You say homemade food equals love, and Vil hears:

“If it’s made with thought, emotion, and care… that’s what matters to me most.”

At first, he’s horrified. Not because he disagrees—but because he's never allowed himself to cook anything imperfect. For Vil, food is calories, presentation, discipline. Feelings? That’s… far too vulnerable.

But then he sees you. The way your whole face lights up when Grim gives you a sloppy sandwich he threw together with help from Trey. The little smile you get when someone talks about their family recipe.

He starts thinking: Have I ever cooked for someone without a camera crew or an aesthetic in mind?

So he visits Epel’s family cookbook. He goes rustic. Unpolished. Just him. He tries to recreate something his father made for him when he was young and sick: potato soup with dill and cream.

When he brings it to you, it’s in a plain ceramic bowl. No garnish. No edible flowers.

He clears his throat. “It’s… not glamorous. But it’s mine.”

You take one spoonful and exhale like you’re home.

“Vil,” you murmur, eyes shining, “this tastes like someone wanted me to feel safe.”

He’s silent for a long time before saying softly, “That’s exactly why I made it.”

At first? He scoffs. "Tch. Food? That's easy." But when you clarify—not takeout, not dining hall food, definitely not something a servant made—his expression falters.

“Homemade food,” you say quietly one afternoon, helping Grim finish his bowl of stew. “You can tell when someone put care into something. It’s… honest.”

Leona doesn’t say much in response. But that night, he sits awake in the botanical garden, tail flicking. The next few days, he’s just gone. Vanished between classes. Ruggie says he’s been in the kitchen wing of the dorms. That’s weird. No one ever uses those.

Eventually, he shows up with something in a wrapped container. It smells like a dish from the Sunset Savanna— stew, if you're not mistaken.

Leona thrusts it toward you. “Here. Eat it. Or don’t. I don’t care.”

But he watches. He definitely cares. You taste it. It’s a little salty, a little smoky. The meat’s tender. The spices are strong but familiar. It’s clearly not professional quality—but it’s his. You glance at him, and for once, he doesn’t look smug. He looks nervous.

“It’s… perfect,” you say softly. “You made this?”

Leona shrugs, ears twitching. “Told ya. Easy.”

But the smile tugging at the corners of his lips gives him away.

Azul takes this personally. He prides himself on having everything—the Mostro Lounge, the service, the charm, the business sense. And yet, you don't fall for any of that?

“Oh no, no. They want homemade food? I can do that,” he mutters, spiraling into business-planning mode.

At first, he thinks he can buy it. Hire a good chef to cook in the Lounge’s back kitchen. But when he tests the idea with you, you immediately frown.

“…Did you make this?”

Azul’s face freezes.

“Homemade means from the heart, Azul.”

The next time he tries, he doesn’t tell you. But he spends hours in the kitchen, burning his fingers, cursing the oven, covered in flour. Jade walks in, offers to help. Azul glares. “This is something I need to do myself.”

Eventually, he presents you with a beautifully imperfect serving of seaweed soup and grilled rootfish—a Coral Sea traditional dish.

“It was something my grandmother used to make,” he says softly, hands trembling as you take a spoonful.

You blink, surprised. “It tastes like the ocean. But… comforting.”

Azul exhales, suddenly sheepish. “That’s exactly what she used to say.”

You smile, eyes warm. “Thank you. This means more than you know.”

[soft-blue-clouds]

Twisted Wonderland x Oiran?

Yeah!

Art about how boys would be seen as they hear!

An AU of Twisted Wonderland is being thought of with the leaders and Jamil as they will hear.

This au is thought by a friend( @majocer ) and I!

It is an idea that I would like to do but I do not promise anything.

Until now the only characters that are planned to introduce in the Au are:

Riddle Rosehearts

Vil schoenheit

Jamil viper

Azul Ashengrotto.

More au will be said in the distant future!

I will upload drawings about other things that I like for some problems that I am having!

[sharksbitee]

Thinking about being the childhood crush of Azul Ashengrotto…

Who was so smitten by you - your shimmery scales, your melodic voice, the way your smile seemed to illuminate light, even in the darkest depths of the coral sea… yeah, he took quite a liking to you, back in elementary school. Too bad he was too scared to actually talk to you… :((((

Who later got teased mercilessly by the Tweels when they found out in middle school, and then panicked when they swam straight to you, happily clicking and cooing about meeting Azul’s ‘person of interest’ before swimming away. (Luckily, you’d simply dismissed it as the Tweels being odd again.)

Who always gazed at you longingly, especially when you came by his family’s restaurant for meals - familiarising your every like and dislike, teaching himself how to cook your favourite dishes perfectly, just in case. ;)

Who never really thought he had a chance, up until Night Raven - finally! His chance to prove himself to be the optimal partner for you!

Who - during spring break - seized the chance to talk to you while you were having lunch at his family’s restaurant, ‘helping out’ rush hour by being your waiter.

Who had any hope of making a good first impression dashed when his nerves caused him to not only stutter through your order, but to also trip and fall while trying to give you your food, due to the massive rush hour crowd, the plate crashing down to the floor with a loud SMASH.

Who looked positively mortified, his face practically blue from embarrassment, until you got down and started helping him pick up the shards of porcelain and food, giving him the same smile he saw all those years ago, when he first fell into the rabbit hole that was loving you. :)

Love-stricken, smitten, down-bad Azul, who you only know as that clumsy waiter from your favourite restaurant. But don’t worry - Azul plays the long game, and he’s sure your first meeting would be a lovely story to tell his family in the future. ;)

[leviruthan]

you cook something for them that is hardly edible

characters : leona, riddle, malleus, idia, lilia, ace, deuce, vil, kalim, azul, jamil

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

leona would scoff when you present it to him. "what's this garbage?" he probably wasn't intentionally being that mean, but that's just his default

when you explain you made it for him, he looks slightly surprised

he eyes it suspiciously before reluctantly taking a bite

his reaction would be a subtle grimace and a slight twitch of his nose

"tch. you call this food, herbivore?" he says although there's not any real venom in his tone

would probably push the plate away "don't bother next time. just... don't"

however, if you looked genuinely upset by his reaction, he might grumble something like "alright, alright. it's... edible. barely" but he wouldn't touch much more

ruggie would try to sneak a taste and then make a face, silently agreeing with his dorm leader

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

riddle would raise a brow at the thing you're calling food "what is this, [name]?" he asks, his tone more curious than accusatory at first

upon learning you made it for him, a flicker of surprise comes across his face, quickly masked by his usual composed demeanor

he examines the food with a critical eye. "the presentation... could use improvement"

he takes a small, precise bite

his expression doesn't change much initially, but you would notice a slight tightening around his lips

"the flavor profile is... unconventional" he'd state matter-of-factly

being raised with strict rules, he'd likely feel obligated to eat at least a little bit more

he would probably politely suggest "perhaps we could review some basic culinary rules together sometime?" which is his way of saying it wasn't good without being outright mean

MALLEUS DRACONIA

malleus would be intrigued by your offering, he doesn't often receive handmade things from others

he finds it rather endearing that you'd make something for him

he looks at it with genuine curiosity "oh? what do have we here, child of man?"

from the look of the food, he gets some flashbacks with lilia in it but shakes them off because he shouldn't completely judge it based on looks, right

you tell him you decided to cook for him because you loveee cooking

"how thoughtful of you" he'd be genuinely happy tbh

he'd take a bite, observing your reaction more than focusing on the taste itself

his expression would remain neutral for a moment, then he would tilt his head slightly "it possesses a... bold flavor"

he's not one to be overly critical of a genuine effort. he would even find a strange sort of amusement in it

"thank you for the gesture. it is... memorable" he'd probably finish a polite amount, more out of respect than enjoyment

LILIA VANROGUE

he loves it! he will also cook something for you <3 be ready

IDIA SHROUD

he's probably too engrossed in whatever he's doing to notice you're even in the kitchen until you awkwardly present him with... whatever it is

his first reaction would be visual. a slight widening of his glowing blue hair flames

"uh... what... is this, [name]?" he asks tilting his head slightly, not wanting to be rude but genuinely confused

if you explain you made it for him, he'd glitch a little "f-for me? you... you didn't have to do that.

he takes a very, very small bite, eyes darting around nervously.

"it's... uh... very... unique" he says carefully, trying to find a positive adjective

he definitely wouldn't want to hurt your feelings, so he'd try to eat a little more while staring intently at his tablet as a distraction

ACE TRAPPOLA

when you finally present it to him, he'd take a tentative bite, his face scrunching up slightly

he tries not to be too mean about it, maybe saying something like "well, uh, the effort's there, i guess"

secretly he might find it a little endearing that you tried, even if it was a culinary disaster

he wouldn't admit that out loud, though

DEUCE SPADE

deuce would be super awkward. he'd take a bite, chew slowly, and then say something like "this is... very unique, [name]. i can tell you put a lot of hard work into it"

ah yes indeed you put a lot of work into it

his brows would be slightly furrowed like he's trying to decipher the flavor

he'd try to eat as much as he could without complaining, because he wouldn't want to hurt your feelings

would gulp down a lot of water afterwards

he would subtly suggest ordering takeout next time you offer to cook "maybe... maybe we could try sam's sandwiches tonight? just a thought!"

VIL SCHOENHEIT

vil would raise a perfectly sculpted eyebrow the moment he sees the dish

his initial reaction would be based purely on aesthetics. if it looks messy, he's already judging

upon tasting it, his expression becomes subtly pained. he wouldn't make that much of a big scene, but his nose would wrinkle almost imperceptibly

"my dear [name]" he begins, his voice dangerously calm "while i appreciate the gesture, i must be honest. this... creation... lacks finesse. considerably"

he would offer constructive (albeit harsh) criticism, pointing out every flaw in detail

he probably takes one or two polite bites, just to say he tried it, before suggesting perhaps he could prepare something more palatable

KALIM AL ASIM

kalim would beam at you, even if you just presented him food that didn't look very pleasant

"wow, [name]! you made food for me? that's so kind of you!"

he'd take a large bite, his eyes widening slightly "it's… very interesting!"

he takes another bite, trying to figure out the flavors

"it's got a… strong taste! what are all the spices you used? i've never tasted anything quite like it!"

he'd still try to eat it all

maybe even offering some to the others with genuine enthusiasm

he'd just be happy you made something for him

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

he would probably take one polite bite, a barely perceptible wince flickering across his face

then, without saying a single harsh word, he sets down his fork

"my dear" he starts, his tone smooth as always "while i appreciate the gesture immensely, perhaps… perhaps we could explore other culinary options in the future? i'm quite certain the cafeteria has something palatable this evening"

he subtly pushes the plate away, as if it's radiating some unpleasant aura

would make a mental note to ensure you never offer to cook again

JAMIL VIPER

jamil would watch you with a sigh that spoke volumes before even tasting it. he'd take a small portion, his expression unreadable

when he tastes it his lips are pressed into a thin line

he doesn't want to insult your genuine effort but

"while I appreciate the gesture, you should focus on other things. leave the cooking to me" please

[it-happened-one-fic]

Swimming - Azul

Author Notes: Happy MerMay twst fandom! It's suprisingly to think this is my third MerMay writing a fic for this fandom. But with this one, I got one for each of the Octavinelle boys! There wasn't much of a thought behind this one other than Azul being embarrassed about his mer-form and the tweels being butts. As per usual, Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-Neutral Reader/ sfw/ fluff/ MerMay 2025/ romance implied

Word Count: 1714

Swimming through the deep waters of the Octavinelle aquariums was not the plan that I’d had for my Friday, but here I was.

Floyd and Jade were the ones who’d let me in, gave me the potion, and now swam alongside me. Laughing not-so-subtly at my awe-stricken face as I looked around at the undersea beauty that surrounded me.

Fish flitted away from me, fearful of my unexpected presence as I explored the plants and rocky caves that had been placed to make the tank more hospitable.

“The real thing’s prettier, ya’ know,” Floyd’s voice came from beside me, causing me to turn with a half-amused grin to face the merman that drifted through the water alongside me.

I had known exactly why they’d invited me here in the first place even without his words to prove it just now. Floyd had been bugging me to come and spend summer break with them under the sea for quite some time now. This entire venture was quite likely their way of tempting me into giving in to his, and no doubt Jade’s, whims.

“You know Azul doesn’t want me coming with you. He’s pointed out a million reasons that it wouldn’t be a good idea,” I fought to spin around to better face the merman who was soon joined by his amused looking brother who sliced through the water with far greater ease than I imagined I ever could.

“That’s just cause he’s shy, Shrimpy,” Ever the pest, Floyd swam under me just as I’d gotten spun around. Leaving me looking up at Jade, who picked up exactly where his brother had left off.

“Indeed, I’m sure Azul would be perfectly thrilled if you were to come with us. After all, he’s already mentioned you at least twice to Mrs. Ashengrotto over the phone.” Jade’s words were delivered with a far-too-pleased smile that told me he wasn’t supposed to be telling me anything that had just spilled from his lips.

Which, to be honest, made what he’d said even better.

“He’s been talking to his mom about me?” I questioned both of them with a smile, half-touched and half-amused.

My question earned me a laugh from Floyd as his webbed hands cupped my shoulders, and he began to curve up and around me with glimmering eyes.

“You should hear him, Shrimpy! He could go on for hooouuurs,” I laughed at Floyd’s dramatics. Watching as he grinned delightedly and finished circling me to take my hands in his far larger, webbed ones.

“Come on! There’s something you still need to see,” His eyes were alight in a way that spoke of mischievousness, and I felt my eyebrows arch. 

But I had little time to prepare before we were taking off once more. This time with Floyd tugging me along with him as I flailed inelegantly through the water in a desperate attempt to keep up and not just get dragged along.

Jade, on the other hand, zipped right past me. Pausing only for a moment with an amused grin on his face as he watched my struggling before he sped onwards. Ever-poised and never offering a hand to help me out of my current predicament.

But we reached our destination quickly, and Floyd let go of me as I looked at the cave-like structure in front of me curiously. It was larger than the other decorations had been and practically filled this entire section of the tank.

“Many of the fish and other aquatic creatures like to hide in here. I would imagine quite a few of our finned friends are in there right now,” Jade had at some point slipped up behind me.

He leaned around me as he gestured towards the dark entrance of the cave with a too-polite smile that told me there was far more to this cave than a few fish even as he continued, “Go ahead, Prefect. This will, without a doubt, be the most interesting part of our adventure for today.”

I frowned slightly, noting the way he cooed his words at me with a healthy amount of suspicion before Floyd glided in front of me. Effectively distracting me from his brother as he spoke up.

“There’s a lot of caves like this in the Coral Sea. Me, Jade, and Azul used to play in them when we were little,” So saying, he darted towards the hole in the rocks, leaving me to paddle after him as Jade swam along. Perpetually and annoyingly amused.

Floyd darted along, taking the curves with such confidence that made it seem like he swam through here everyday. And, to be fair, I supposed it was possible that he did. Just not terribly probable.

I opened my mouth to call out for him to slow down only to be stopped by Jade, who tugged me to a stop and held up a single finger to his mouth with a knowing smile.

“Floyd?” Azul’s voice called out from just around the corner that Floyd now swam around with a lazy grin cast back my way as Azul continued to speak, “It’s about time you got here. I thought you’d ditched me, again, and were going to leave cleaning the tank up to me.”

Jade nodded at me with a tell-tale grin before swimming off in front of me. Leaving me to hesitantly follow after as he rounded the corner. Already speaking as he looked up at where I presumed Azul was, “How cold. As if we would abandon you to such a task.”

I paddled over to the rocks’ edge, letting my fingers curl over the smoothed edges of the strangely realistic aquarium piece as I peeked around to look at the three mermen.

Jade and Floyd swam around the impressively large cave in lazy spiraling circles, never glancing back my way even though their smiles spoke of knowing far more than they let on. They were relatively small, taking up little room, while Azul….

Well, I’d seen him when he’d been in his merform while overblotted, so I’d already known he was large, but I’d forgotten exactly how huge he was. He made Jade and Floyd, who were already far larger than the average human, look teeny. Rather like toys, in comparison.

Azul practically filled the cave all on his own, with his eight tentacles splayed. Each wiping a different surface of the cave with some sort of cloth as he cleaned.

Gone were his glasses from his face, and his body was now black and gray with purple undersides to his tentacles as he gestured annoyedly towards the twins while he spoke, “You would in a heartbeat. You’ve done it a thousand times now. Both of you.”

I gaped up at him, half-amazed by what I saw, until I noticed Floyd subtly gesturing for me to enter the space with a wide grin on his face that was accompanied by a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it wink. 

I hesitated, wondering exactly how Azul would react before slowly swimming forward. I didn’t know whether to announce myself or remain silent and simply watch the three of them.

I didn’t end up having to make a decision, though, since Azul turned with a suspicious frown, as if he somehow sensed that something was amiss, and spotted me at impressive speeds.

His pale blue eyes widened, and his mouth opened. His jaw working furiously as he tried to find the ability to speak. 

But he was frozen. Staring at me in horror and causing me to hold my hands up as if I were surrendering. At last he found his voice once more, “A- Angelfish!”

“Now, Azul. Don’t ink, and let’s be reasonable,” Jade’s calm, but amused voice sounded from overhead, and Azul’s reaction was immediate.

His eyes narrowed, and he was whirling to look towards the two eel twins in annoyance and betrayal while Floyd simply swam closer. Unafraid of the larger merman as he bopped him on the nose playfully, “Now there’s no reason for Shrimpy not to come home with us for summer break~”

“You-!”

“Don’t lose your temper, Azul. You wouldn’t want to scare our darling little Prefect, would  you?” Jade’s ever-calm voice intoned over Azul’s shriek, and the octopus merman froze again.

I pressed my lips together as I watched Azul cycle through a myriad of expressions as he pointedly avoided looking my way as a red flush took over his body. And distantly, I recalled Floyd telling me that octopuses would sometimes change colors with their emotions.

The only question was whether red meant anger or embarrassment.

“You’ll both pay for this,” I blinked at the perfect venom in his words. Almost impressed at how vehement he sounded.

And at odds with him, Floyd shrugged, “And you’ll thank us later when you finally get to introduce Shrimpy to your mom.”

I blinked before feeling myself smile as I looked up at Azul, “You want to introduce me to your mom?”

Azul tensed and looked my way in what I could only describe as pure panic while both of the tweels grinned at me. Both proud that I’d honed in on what Floyd had said quite so quickly.

“I- She’s been wanting to meet you since I happened to mention you one day. She’s probably just curious about why a magicless student has been allowed to come to school here.”

I blinked, almost impressed with his quick explanation despite the fact that I could tell that his words were an excuse even without Floyd’s snort of amusement.

“Soo, does that mean I can come with you three when you visit home?” I lifted my shoulders slightly as I smiled at him. Honestly curious as to how he would react, and his mouth opened. And then closed. And then opened again.

“Well… I suppose if YOU would like too….”

“Yay! Field trip with Shrimpy!”

“Congratulations, Prefect, it looks like you’re coming with us.”

I shook my head in silent amusement at all three of them. Not really having the heart to let them know that I hadn’t been overly concerned about it.

Even if I did have to silently admit to myself that spending summer vacation with friends, rather than on my own, was a welcome change in plans.

But they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.

[ducksido]

I was reading some of your new writings, and at the end of the one where we tickle Jade, an idea came to me: What if we accidentally do or say something that means nothing romantic in our world, but in our boys' world it does? Like, we do something like a touch or give a gift to the Octatrio that, among Octavians (don’t ask why I call them that—I read it in a fic and liked it), is actually a declaration that we want to be their partner! If it’s not too much trouble, I’d love for it to include the characters from Diasomnia, Savanaclaw, and Octavinelle.

(I love that term)

🪸 Octavinelle 🪸

Azul You hand Azul a new ink pen you'd spotted in Sam's shop, saying, "It just looked like something you'd like." Azul freezes. "You…you mean to present me with this?" "Yeah? Just a gift." He clutches the pen like it's a wedding ring. "In Octavian culture, such gifts signify intent to… to mate for life." "WHAT." Azul has turned scarlet. He’s already thinking of what dish to serve at your joining ceremony. You're frantically Googling Octomer customs.

Jade You're laughing after lunch, mid-yawn, and Jade casually glances over—then goes completely still. "Ah… you've opened your mouth to me. Intentionally?" You blink. "I was yawning." "In my culture, revealing one’s throat and inner mouth is an ancient courtship display of vulnerability and trust." You choke on air. "What?!" His smile turns sharp. "I humbly accept your invitation." Now he's following you everywhere, whispering about how honored he is. You’re reconsidering yawning ever again.

Floyd "Shrimpy just did it!" Floyd cheers, twirling you. "Did what—?!" "You opened your mouth! That means you're comfy enough to let me near your gills and teeth. That’s like, soulmate stuff back home." You're dying inside. "Floyd, I was sneezing." "Too late~" He nuzzles into your neck. "You’re mine now~" The eel won’t stop bragging to everyone in the dorm that 'his' Shrimpy picked him.

🦁 Savanaclaw 🦁

Leona In a playful spar, you nip his arm—lightly, barely a scrape. Leona stares. You blink. "...Did you just bite me?" "Uh, yeah. You do it all the time to tease me!" Silence. His tail swishes. "...You just challenged every potential mate and claimed me." You: 🧍 He: 😼 "Hope you're ready. ‘Cause I bite harder." You now have a smug lionman curled in your lap all day.

Ruggie You hand Ruggie a fluffy scone and pat the seat next to you. "Aww, thanks, Yuu!" He plops down, happy as a clam—until he realizes you're watching him eat with fond eyes. "You… you gave me food and didn’t expect anything back? And you’re letting me sit this close?" You nod. Ruggie flushes to his ears. "Yuu… that’s... that’s like... a wedding proposal where I’m from." You: "...I just thought you were hungry!" He's already planning what herbs go into the stew at your desert wedding.

Jack You swipe a thumb over Jack's fur, flattening an unruly tuft before stepping back to spar. He stares at you like you just said “I love you.” "Did… did you just groom me?" "I fixed your cowlick, yeah." His ears twitch. "In wolf clans, grooming is reserved for bonded mates." You freeze mid-stretch. "Do you… want to bond?" he asks. You're not sure if you’re blushing or combusting.

🐉 Diasomnia 🐉

Malleus You gift Malleus a pressed flower you found in Ramshackle's backyard. "A flower for me?" he breathes. "This…this is sacred." "Huh?" "In dragon fae traditions, this is an age-old rite. A gift of natural beauty symbolizes a binding courtship vow." "...It’s from the ground." He’s already holding it like it’s your engagement ring. "May I begin the preparation for our joining ritual?" "HUH?!"

Lilia You adjust Lilia’s collar absentmindedly while chatting. His eyes widen slightly. “That’s…intimate.” "Huh?" "Bat fae reserve outfit-touching for their beloveds. Especially collars. You're practically declaring you want to nest with me." You: “I WAS FIXING YOUR TIE.” “Too late, my love~ You’ve wooed me.” He’s already texting Silver that he now has a mother.

Sebek You tap Sebek's shoulder to guide him through a crowd, hand lightly grazing his elbow. He flinches like electrocuted. "Y-you touched me—gently. Deliberately." "Yes? You were about to walk into a wall?" He goes full red. "Among crocodilian fae, such soft contact is akin to…mating displays." You sigh. "I was helping you not die." He now escorts you like a knight, declaring your name as “My Beloved.”

[starmaidengarden]

Hello, I wanted to tell you in advance that I like the way you write and that I find your posts quite entertaining ^^.

I could ask for an octotrio with an s/o who has made several deals with Azul and has not lost any, emerging victorious by mere luck or by technicalities that the reader saw and took advantage of?

𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭

— Azul : Jade : Floyd : x gn!reader. no cw/tw. established relationship. Pic: Leo08ph on twt, dividers: uzmacchiato

note : Thank you so much for your kind words! I’m glad you enjoy my posts!

Azul Ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ Azul is baffled and increasingly frustrated, though he tries to keep up his usual composed front. He takes a lot of pride in how solid his contracts are, so it really gets under his skin when you keep finding loopholes—legally speaking, of course. At first, he thinks it’s just bad luck. But by the third or fourth time, he’s going through his contracts at least three times before he hands them over to you.

⭑.ᐟ worst part? You’re not even being smug about it. You’re just being clever, like when you casually point out, “You said I couldn’t use magic to do the favor, but you never said I couldn’t get someone else to do it for me.” And Azul is just sitting there, nodding along because you’re kind of right.

⭑.ᐟ He starts developing a fascination with you—not just because you’re his s/o, but because you’re a wild card. There’s a thrill in never knowing if he’s outsmarted you this time or if you’ll find another loophole. “One of these days, dear, you’ll sign a deal even you can’t wriggle out of.”

Jade Leech ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ Jade is delighted. He finds your crafty—or incredible luck—absolutely charming. The fact that you can go toe-to-toe with Azul and come out untouched? That’s practically entertainment. He’ll always be lurking in the background when you’re making deals, silently watching with an amused glint in his eye.

⭑.ᐟ He knows Azul never offers a deal that he doesn’t expect to win. But somehow, you—you of all people—manage to dance through every trap with a smile and a perfectly timed clause in your favor. He watches your expressions, your word choices, the way your eyes flick toward a clause, or how your tone subtly shifts when you’re asking for clarification. You're like a fascinating book, and Jade can’t get enough of learning from you.

⭑.ᐟ But there’s a sharp glint in his eyes like he wants you to find the loophole again—because it thrills him. Watching you outsmart Azul is like watching a predator dance around another predator’s jaws. And he loves that kind of tension.

⭑.ᐟ He starts playing his own subtle games with you — just out of curiosity. It's like little brain teasers, confusing questions, and riddles that keep you guessing. “You're not just lucky. You’re clever. There’s nothing more attractive than a mind that can dance.”

Floyd Leech ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ Floyd thinks it’s hilarious. Every time you win a deal, he practically howls with laughter. He lives for the chaos of watching Azul go stiff with rage as you hand over a technically correct reading of the contract.

⭑.ᐟ He gets genuinely excited like he’s watching a high-stakes game. He’ll sit cross-legged on a couch, snacking on candy, practically buzzing with excitement as you go over a contract. And when you find a mistake or bring up some random rule that lets you walk away scot-free? He dies laughing. Gives you a big slap on the back. Twirls you around like he just scored a big win at the carnival.

⭑.ᐟ At some point, he starts asking you to help him with bets or negotiations, either for the fun of watching people squirm or just because you’re weirdly good at it. He likes that you keep things interesting. Even if he doesn’t always get the rules you’re using, he’ll follow your lead just because it’s fun. “You’re a sneaky little shrimpy, let’s see who can we mess with next.”

[riddlesrose]

kissin him stupid

w/ the housewardens

in which you were recently gifted a tube of lipstick from grim, you're unsure of where he got it or why he decided it's yours now but it's given you a fantastic idea.

(he probably stole it from vil somehow and wants to place the blame on you..)

note; malleus' is the shortest but the most full of love i swear to goooood but the post itself is quite long

part two!

if riddle could form a proper sentence right now, he might scold you for slacking off, or breaking rule six hundred and seventeen, or he may just ask you to do it again. if colours could speak, his face would scream in comparison to the red accents in the housewarden’s room, uniform and matching hair. 

you attempt to keep a sober expression but he seriously cannot be so flustered by a single kiss? the red lip stain on his cheek is bright against the flush of his cheeks, as he sputters vowels and consonants, attempting to speak, to protest, to ask you what in the queen’s name are you doing.

you invited riddle over to the ramshackle dorm under the guise of needing help with studying, but you had this motive the entire time. riddle could feel your rebel to his help and directions if he ignored the obvious fact you hadn’t even cracked the spine of your book yet (to be fair it was only assigned today, and it was a new book), and the devious smile you attempted to hide until now. 

riddle took a breath, finally feeling sensible enough, “what… was that.” 

“affection, riddle. this isn’t new.” you shot, tone dripping in sarcasm. 

“yes, my rose, i know that. i mean,” he grabs hold of your uniform tie, drawing you closer, “what’s with the lipstick?” your head probably could have exploded, where did this riddle come from and how can he be drawn out more often?

you press a swift kiss to riddle’s other cheek, thanks to the proximity. “i have no explanation,” you press another kiss onto his forehead, “i simply was gifted it,” a kiss to his temple, “this morning.” the grip riddle has on your tie loosens completely as it falls back onto your chest, slightly wrinkled from the force. 

“i just had this ironed!” you frown. 

“i-i’ll get it done again.” riddle stands, brushing invisible dust off his jacket, though nothing could distract from the shade of pink that covers his face. 

“you’ll iron my tie for me? how kind.” you wrap an arm around riddle’s waist, pulling him close. he drops his forehead against your chest with a thud, inaudibly mumbling to himself. 

you wrap your other arm around him as he takes your face between his hands, slightly squishing into your cheeks he drags your face to his height, kissing you feverishly. 

“where did this riddle come from? i like him.” 

“i just felt… bold i suppose.” riddle’s red tinted lips smile against yours.

“do it again!”

leona stirs underneath you. you’re sat, straddling either side of his hips, weight pressed on his defined torso. leona doesn’t know it but you’ve practically trapped him where he sleeps. where he’s asleep currently, that is. in your dorm. 

on your couch.

using your pillows, taking in the setting sun like a true feline, though you would never dare utter the word feline anywhere near him lest you face the wrath of a moody boyfriend. 

you silently laugh to yourself, leaning down and pressing your lips on the prince’s temple.

leona stirs again at that, attempting to roll over – he cracks an eye when you gasp. slowly, coming to his senses, he furrows his brows at your positioning. you weren’t there when he fell asleep, when did you do that, and why are you sitting on him with half of a sinister smile across your lips…

and when did your lips turn red? he brings a hand up to rub his face, trying to shake the sleep out of his fogged mind, but you catch his hand before it makes contant. 

“don’t, it’ll mess up all my hard work,” you say with a half hint of embarrassment. (just a hint; only because you were caught before you could slip away undiscovered.)

leona’s confusion increases, as he detaches your hand from his wrist. he takes his freed hand up to your lips and swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, smudging it further across the line of your lip.

he inspects his red finger, “is this… lipstick?” you purse your lips in an attempt to stifle the laugh that bubbles in your chest. he looks ridiculous; eyes half lidded, nose crunched in focus and red marks painting his face.

your tinted lips curl upwards slightly into a smug grin, “maybe?” if leona knows one thing, it’s smug grins. he matches yours and wipes his thumb on your cheek, smearing the lipstick off his thumb and onto your skin. 

you playfully swat his hand away and lean down to continue painting your masterpiece, placing another kiss on his skin – onto the spot between his eyebrows. leona’s hand find your hip, giving a teasing pinch to the side. 

leona may be a prince used to some pampering, but this is some treatment he could get used to. 

azul has a finger in every pie, as riddle likes to say. you’re very much aware of that as your boyfriend likes to talk your ear off about his investments, new opportunities and the lounge. you’re so very proud of all of his hard work but sometimes he gets off on a tangent that doesn’t stop until you make him. usually with a kiss. it flusters him just enough that he forgets what he was going on about and it works every time. 

this time, however, was a bit different. azul didn’t take notice of the hue change of your lips as you leaned in and shut him up. drawing back, you snicker at his pursed lips and flushed cheeks, and the red lipstick smeared around his lips.

azul peeked in your direction, curious. you usually find it funny when he’s flustered like this but you were laughing a little too much. he noticed the messy red lipstick and furrowed his brows, wiping a finger across his lips. 

you suppressed a smile as you watched him curiously examine his stained finger, “it’s lipstick.” he concludes. 

“well… obviously? i thought that would have been pretty clear,” you grab his hand, wiping the red off of his finger. 

before azul can retort you lean in to kiss him again; anywhere you can get your lips on before he shells himself away, utterly embarrassed. a kiss to his cheek, jaw, forehead, nose, other cheek, forehead again, has him sputtering, almost begging to be released. 

azul places his free hand on your shoulder, trying to push you away while laughing between breaths. when you do back up, leaning back on your hand, he almost looks sad. (as if he wasn’t actively trying to get you off!) 

“so, mister ashengrotto? feeling loved and appreciated yet?” you give him a toothy grin, watching as his face contorts from flustered to even-more-flustered. (if that’s possible.)

“well yes! i dare say i’m feeling very valued and cherished as well.” despite his rosy features, his voice is unwavering, full of conviction. 

his confident, put-together outer layer completely melts away when you’re alone with him, but this has him absolutely on fire, a feeling no number could replace. numbers can’t give affection, you give it tenfold in their stead. 

kalim’s permanent grin widens when you claim you’ve got a gift for him. he expectantly holds out his hands, making you shake your head. 

“it’s more of an eyes closed kind of gift,” you start, kalim instantly squeezes his eyes shut. he puts so much trust in you that you worry jamil has eyes everywhere. everywhere. but you brush the jesting idea away, believing that you wouldn’t even be allowed on scarabia grounds if jamil didn’t trust you with the housewarden. 

you turn to a nearby mirror, passing the tube of red lipstick over your lips. the smooth makeup applies nice and neatly. (doesn’t matter because you know it won’t be neat for long.)

you step back over to where kalim’s sitting on the edge of his bed, standing between his knees. he’s waiting not-so patiently, he looks like he’s almost vibrating, is he really that excited? you suppress a smile as you gently grab onto his jaw, tilting his head to the side as you press your lips to his cheek. his laughter immediately fills the room, making you press more kisses over his face. one to his forehead, one on the nose, another on the other cheek, his temples, and anywhere you can get before he’s laughing too much, pushing you away.

“it tickles,” he heaves a breath, “stop!” a wider smile grows on his face after seeing yours, the red lipstick you applied had smudged around your lips, looking not-so neat. his face isn’t much better, tan skin littered in red kisses.

while you’re mentally retaining the image of kalim covered in red lip marks, you notice him looking more intently at you. you raise a brow, curiously.

“my turn, give it here!” he reaches a hand out, expecting the tube of lipstick?

you look at him bewildered, “what?” 

“my turn!” he repeats. he seems real set on returning the ‘gift’ it seems. kalim’s all smiles as you hand him the black tube. he exposes the stick and passes it over his own lips, tossing it aside and pulling you down to his seated height. he flattens his lips across the expanse of your face, getting at any skin he can just like you did to him. 

when he deems he’s finished, you’re dazed and equally covered in red lipstick stains, smiles wide across your faces. matching stained faces for matching blitheringly infatuated idiots.

vil leans on the back of his vanity chair; his face littered in different coloured lip marks. the reason? he claims he wants to see which ones compliment him the most. 

you know he already knows exactly which shades of each brand line do exactly that. (thanks, rook.) vil doesn’t know that you know he’s already figured this out. 

you wipe the makeup remover-soaked cotton pad across your lips, ridding it of the pink. “what would all of your fans think if they knew you were being covered completely in rainbow kisses?” you wipe the moisture from your lips as vil reaches around you to grab another tube, but you stop him. 

“i’m sure they would lose their minds,” you reach into your pocket, revealing a miscellaneous tube of lipstick, it matches none of the previously discarded lipsticks, nor does it have a brand logo on it. “where did you find this?” vil takes the lipstick in his hand, nimbly examining the exterior. he removes the top to reveal a rich, velvety red colour. his eyes widen just slightly. 

“it’s a secret,” you wink and take the lipstick from him and apply it, smiling as you replace its cap and let it fall from your hand, onto a messy vanity behind you. 

vil wraps an arm around your neck, drawing you closer to his seated level, “well, share your secret with me, if you would be so kind.” you swiftly close the gap between yourself and the housewarden, administering a healthy dose of red onto his lips and the surrounding skin. 

he parts first, his cheeks dawn a hint of pink that’s hidden behind the various stains on his otherwise perfect skin. he truly is the most beautiful person ever. makeup or not, hair tied back or loose, vil is sincerely as pretty as the morning's first light, a flower; freshly bloomed, and a fresh set of nails. 

“you’re staring. not that i mind,” you snap out of your hazy daydream about your gorgeous boyfriend and back into reality. 

“yeah, sorry. you’re just really fucking pretty.” you lean down and tenderly kiss his forehead as he internally squeals like one of his fan-girls. he really hit the jackpot with you as his (second) biggest fan.

idia looks up at you with wide yellow eyes, but they have a sort of gloss over them that makes you believe he would not want you to get up and leave his dorm right now. you grin at his feeble attempt of a silent, inconclusive plea. an ask to what, you’re unsure because his face (minus the eyes) and hands grabbing at you tell you he’s very much enjoying you straddling his hips right now.

you reach into your pocket, revealing your master plan. a tube of lipstick, you swipe it over your lips once, then twice before replacing the cap and tossing it down, letting it hit the plush bedsheet you’re atop. 

the translucent tips of his hair start to turn pink as you lean down towards his face. a trembling hand comes up to your shoulder, not pushing you away but seemingly grounding the housewarden underneath you. “how cute,” you smile against his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another to his left cheek, then the right. one more on his forehead for good measure. maybe one more. okay, one last one couldn’t hurt.

you sit upright and drag a hand down idia’s chest, over the sweater you know is probably two sizes to large for him, (but that’s how he likes them you suppose and it just makes for a more comfortable sweater when you steal ‘em) while admiring the definitely not smudge-proof lipstick marks on idia’s face, giggling as you compare the red smears to his blue features. you wonder if-

the rapid rise and fall of idia’s chest catches your attention, it almost sounds like he’s hyperventilating, but when you look up to his face it’s surrounded by fiery pink hair and a flush across his cheeks, spanning down his neck, you realize he’s fine. probably a little more than fine. 

“well, that’s some false advertising,” you smile, wiping at the edges of your lips lightly with a finger. idia snaps out of his stupor, hastily agreeing with a stuttered breath. his hands find your hips, giving you a small squeeze. you lean down and press a proper kiss to his lips, you lift away just as quick as you bent down, pushing idia back down as he chases you up, hoping for more. a pitiful whine escapes him as his hair burns brighter. 

the red lipstick mixes with his natural blue lips gives him a sort of purple that would put the octavinelle’s house colour to shame. though, he almost looks forlorn. the usual solemn and gloomy housewarden; reduced to a blushing mess after a few kisses. 

hilarious, isn’t it?

malleus’s eyes flutter shut, a pleased sigh escapes his lips. his hands, hidden by your sweater, trace messy patterns on your back as his nails scratch lightly. he’s unsure of how he got himself into this humanoid predicament but he’s not complaining. 

you’re sat in his lap, placing kisses all over his face, leaving red lip marks behind. 

“you look like you’re enjoying this more than i am, malleus.” you bring a hand up to rake it through his bangs, pushing them behind his horns and revealing the shiny scales hidden beneath. 

the housewarden cracks a sharp emerald eye, examining your features. the slope of your nose, the curve of your stained lips, your eyelashes, cheeks. your eyes. oh how he loves your eyes, the way they look up to him with adoration, not fear or indifference like other humans do. 

you cup his cheek, “malleus?” 

he blinks once, twice. the gloss over his eyes breaks, refocusing on you. “i apologize, i was lost in thought.” 

“i could tell,” you trace your finger to the tip of his ear, then drop your hand back into your lap. “what were you thinking of? me?” 

“yes.” 

“woah, okay. blunt!” heat rises to your face. 

a hand leaves your back, trailing around your side and up to tuck a piece of hair away from your eyes. “was i not suppose to tell the truth?” 

“no, malleus, you should have said you were thinking of pancakes.” 

“but i wasn’t? i was thinking of-” you cut him off, placing a kiss on his lips. 

“now, let me resume my art.”

malleus is more than happy to sit as still as the gargoyle statues he studies while you press kisses all over his face. he is, truly is.

this was so self indulgent i ain’t even sorry (is my favouritism showing??)

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The group of four soon entered a dense bushland, swathed in tangled greenery and veiled in an unnatural hush. Though nature thrived in every corner, something about the atmosphere gnawed at the edges of their nerves. It was as if the trees themselves stood sentinel, their gnarled limbs creaking with unspoken warnings.

Towering trunks loomed like ancient pillars, reaching high into the canopy, where moonlight struggled to filter through the dense foliage. Shadows pooled along the narrow, uneven path, draping the forest floor in an eerie twilight. A stream wove between the roots, its waters gleaming like liquid sapphires. Wildflowers trembled in the breeze, their colors dulled under the somber light. Ivy strangled tree trunks and rocks alike, while the scent of wet soil clung heavily in the air. The silence was broken only by the faint chirr of unseen insects and the crunch of cautious footsteps.

In the heart of the woods stood a peculiar sight a small, vine-wrapped cottage cradled by the forest like a forgotten relic. Time had worn its bones, but the structure still clung to a fairy-tale charm, both inviting and sinister. Moss blanketed the shingled roof, tinged in deep crimson and green. The stone walls, once painted, now bore the faded streaks of ivy's claim. Its windows were clouded by age, spiderwebs curled in the corners like silver lace. Even in decay, the cottage had more grace than Ramshackle's so-called "rustic charm." Deuce scanned the area with quiet caution, his shoulders tense. "So this is the Dwarfs' Mine... Heard it used to be filled with magestones."

Grim wrinkled his nose, ears flicking. "Urgh... Creepy. Who knows what's living here now?" He kicked a pebble aside, trying to sound casual but clearly on edge. [Name] stepped forward, her boots brushing past ivy-coated roots, her deep e/c eyes narrowing as they locked onto the cottage. There was something strangely familiar about it. The ache of déjà vu tugged at her thoughts, but she remained silent, her expression composed and sharp. Ace, as bold as ever, placed his hands on his hips. "Look, it's just a house. Someone might still be living there," he said, already heading toward the crooked door. "No harm in checking."

[Name] drew a quiet breath, her gaze lingering on the warped wood of the door. She didn't notice Ace glance at her, then wordlessly reach over and slip his fingers around hers. With an unspoken tug, he led her forward, joined by Deuce and Grim.

They halted before the timeworn door. [Name] lifted her fist, rapping it against the wood with a measured firmness. Her stare was unwavering, face carved with a cool restraint. Only the sighing wind replied.

"Hello?" she called out, voice smooth yet laced with suspicion. "Is anyone home?" Deuce reached for the knob, only to pause as [Name] raised a brow at him. She nudged him aside with a silent flick of her fingers. "Right. Sorry," he mumbled, stepping back.

With elegant precision, [Name] placed her hand on the handle, her brows briefly furrowing. She muttered something under her breath, the words like a whisper of old magic: "From my toes to my chin, all I desire is for this gate to open and let us in."

The door creaked, then slammed open with an almost dramatic force. Ace flinched. Grim shrieked, diving behind [Name]'s leg, his fur on end. [Name] crossed the threshold first, only to sneeze abruptly from the dust thick in the air. She waved a hand in front of her face, eyes narrowing at the gloom. Deuce wordlessly offered her a napkin, which she accepted with a quiet "Thanks."

"...Looks abandoned," Deuce murmured. "What a mess." "Puwah! I got a spider web in my face! Peh! Peh!" Grim sputtered, desperately trying to clean himself. Ace peered around the cramped interior. "Aren't the chairs a little small? They look like they're made for kids." He counted quickly. "One, two... Seven. Really? Who needs that many chairs?"

"It's near the Dwarfs' Mine," [Name] replied evenly, brushing dust off a crooked chair. "Wouldn't be surprising if dwarfs lived here." Deuce nodded, running his finger along a dusty countertop. "This place must've been lively once. Especially when the mine was booming."

Amid the disarray, [Name] spotted something an untouched basket on the table, inside it a single, polished apple. Its sheen stood out starkly against the filth and decay. Her throat tightened. There was something haunting about how pristine it was, like a memory lingering just out of reach.

Grim gagged again. "Bwah! Another spider web—ptchoo!" Ace stepped forward. "Let's not waste time here. The magestone's probably in the mine. Come on."

The others began filing out, but [Name] lingered. Her gaze returned to the apple. It glowed with an unnatural luster. She stared at it with a subtle grimace, and a flicker of a memory of another girl, of bittersweet laughter flashed through her mind.

The mine entrance loomed ahead, jagged and dark. Moss clung to the rocks like a second skin. A frigid wind burst from its depths, making [Name] tense and curl her arms protectively around Grim, who clutched her chest like a scared kitten.

"Who knows what's in there?" Grim quivered. "It's pitch black!" Ace rolled his eyes, smirking. "What, afraid of the dark?" "Myah?! I'm not scared!" Grim huffed, wriggling free. "I'll go first, thank you very much!" He stomped into the mine with puffed-up bravado. "Grim, wait- !" [Name] sighed, exchanging a glance with Ace before following.

As they ventured deeper, Ace glanced sideways at her. "You cold?" [Name] smirked faintly. "Nah. Just getting Mother-goosebumps." The interior was worse than it looked. Damp air clung to their skin, and the wooden supports groaned with age. Yet even here, the mine sparkled with beauty gemstones of crimson, emerald, and sapphire shimmered faintly in the darkness. None of them were the magestones they needed, but still... [Name] allowed herself a rare smile even in places of ruin, there could still be brilliance. The soft glows of the crystals even in the dim cave shined onto her face. Ace is stare lingering onto her for a moment longer.

Deuce came to an abrupt halt halfway through the mine tunnel, his footsteps echoing across the stone floor before silence fell upon the group. "Huh? Hold up," he called out, causing Ace to groan and roll his head in frustration.

"What now?" Deuce pointed ahead, eyes narrowing. "There's something there." Immediately, [Name] snapped her head toward the darkened tunnel, the air growing heavier around her. Grim let out a startled yelp. "Myah?!" From the depths of the shadows, a series of giggles echoed like eerie wind chimes.

"Hee hee hee! Visitors! The first in ten years..."  All three students gasped, instinctively stepping back as another ghostly voice cooed, "Do make yourselves at home... you can stay forever!" Without warning, two pale ghosts swooped out of the darkness, their forms little more than streaks of flickering mist. They darted between [Name] and Ace, forcing them to stumble backward. Their chilling laughter echoed as they vanished down the tunnel again.

Ace flailed for balance, yelping. "[Name]—! Are you seeing this?!" She had caught herself just in time, heels digging into the dusty ground. Her narrowed eyes followed the retreating specters, amethyst gaze sharp with suspicion. "They're playing with us."

Ace groaned, loud and theatrical. "More ghosts?! Seriously? They're everywhere!"  Deuce stepped forward, trying to regain control. "If we stop to fight, we'll never get anywhere. Let's just keep moving." He strode past them, his jaw set. [Name] followed closely, her long coat swishing behind her with every purposeful step. Ace scoffed and hurried after them.

"Sure, but don't act like we elected you leader. We're only here 'cause of your dumb idea in the first place." Deuce glanced back with a smirk. "Oh? Pretty sure this all started when you tried skipping your punishment." Ace placed his hands on his hips, offended. "So now we're digging up ancient history? Fine. If we're pointing fingers, this all started when the furball torched the statue!"

Grim snapped his head back. "Myah?! Maybe you shouldn't have made fun of me then!"  [Name] pinched the bridge of her nose and glared at both of them. "For the love of fate... must we always resort to blame? You both lost your crowns and cast spells without a second thought. Spare me the wicked tantrums over spilled magic beans."

Her voice was calm yet cutting, dripping with a regal disdain that silenced them both. Grim pawed gently at her leg. "That's not fair..." he muttered. But the look she shot him made him go quiet instantly.

Deuce chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. "She's right. No time for this. Let's get the magestone and get out of here..." Ace grumbled under his breath. "Yeah, yeah. Doesn't mean you get to order us around..." [Name] huffed, brushing her hair over her shoulder with a flick. A moment later, she felt a light tap on her shoulder Deuce.

"Um... [Name]? What did you mean earlier about flipping their crowns?" She blinked, then offered a small, knowing smile. "It's a metaphor. Think of it like losing your head... like the Queen of Hearts says. Or just... losing your mind." Deuce gave a slow, uncertain nod. Before anyone could say more, a new voice echoed down the tunnel.

"...iiivvv... ...oooouuu..." Deuce's brows furrowed. "Sounds like it's getting closer..." "Stooonesss... Stooonesss aaare miiiiine!" All three of them screamed as a figure emerged from the gloom. Floating, it wore tattered robes and a saggy brown hat. But its most disturbing feature was its head a glass vial filled with swirling black sludge, like ink or tar, pulsing as it moved.

[Name] froze in place, her eyes locked on the figure. Grim had already bolted, sprinting on all fours with a shriek of panic. Ace grabbed [Name]'s arm and yanked her forward, dragging her along the tunnel rails as they raced away. "What is that thing?!" Deuce shouted, glancing over his shoulder.

"No one said anything about monsters!" Grim cried. "We're getting outta here!" Ace's grip tightened when [Name] began to fall behind. "Creepy thing's talkin' about 'stones'! What does that mean?!" Grim skidded to a halt, confused. "Wait- what?!"  "Stooonesss... nevvva give stooonesss...!" "Eeeep!" And he was off again.

Deuce's eyes lit up with realization. "Then there are still magestones here!" Grim leapt over a fallen rock. "Even as a master sorcerer, I- I can't take that thing down!" They rounded a corner, pressing themselves flat against the stone wall, gasping for breath. [Name]'s chest heaved as her eyes darted around, calculating.

"We need a magestone, or we'll be expelled!" Deuce hissed. "I'm going in!" He raised his magic pen, determination blazing in his expression. "Are you outta your mind?!" Ace yelled. "I won't be expelled! No matter what!" Deuce shot back, before turning the corner and firing a burst of magic at the creature.

The monster reeled from the impact only to let out a furious growl and keep coming. Deuce fired again. And again. But nothing seemed to stop it. [Name] cursed sharply, then sprinted to Deuce's side. The monster loomed ever closer.

"Begone! Begone! Begooone!" it shrieked.  "Let's go!" [Name] shouted, lifting Deuce over her shoulder in one graceful motion. Ace was already moving, ready to bolt. But the monster swung its arm, striking them both down.

"Aw, crap! He's got Loosey-Deucey and N/N! Not on my watch!!" Ace cried out, aiming his pen at the creature. The monster roared in rage. Just as [Name] and Deuce scrambled back to their feet, Ace was knocked down, grunting in pain. The monster turned toward Grim. "Myaah! Stay away from me!" he shrieked, sending a blast of fire at its face. The flames hit dead-on yet it didn't flinch. It simply roared again and charged forward. "It's not even scratched!" Grim gasped, retreating quickly. But then, [Name] noticed something. Inside the monster's glass head, beneath the churning ink, a glow blue and pulsing, like a gem. A swirling spiral of magical color.

Her eyes widened, lips parting "Wait..." Ace beamed for a moment pointing before going back to a panicked tone "Behind the monster! There's something sparkling in the mineshaft!" Deuce whipped his head around. "Could that have been a magestone?!" He yelled hopefully. The monster seemed enraged at the mere mention of the stone. "GWAAAAAAAH! Nooo giiive yooouuu stooooooone!" The group yelped running off, trying to get to the exit. "[Name]," Grim panted, "we need to book it, and fast! That thing's gonna pound us into tuna paste!" [Name] nodded as the two other boys ran beside her and grim "THERE" Grim shouted the group escaping through the exit.

GRRRAAAWRRR!

The quartet burst out of the mine just as a monstrous roar echoed behind them. They had managed to put a fair distance between themselves and the entrance, though it still loomed within view. As soon as their feet hit grass, Grim collapsed face-first with a pitiful groan. [Name] dropped to her knees, hunched over with one hand bracing her weight against the ground, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. Beside her, the two boys with card symbols on their faces flopped to the ground with matching groans, the exhaustion etched deep into their expressions.

“Owww... What was that thing? No one said there’d be anything like that!” Ace complained, clutching his side and panting. Deuce let out a huff, his brows drawn tight. “That was no normal ghost, that’s for sure.” Ace scowled and kicked at the dirt beneath his heel. “Let’s just give up and go home. I’ll happily take the expulsion if it means never having to fight that thing again.”

Deuce’s head whipped around, eyes wide in disbelief. “What?! Nuh-uh, not happenin’! I’d rather die than get expelled from Night Raven! How can you give up when the stone is right there?” he barked, glaring at Ace. Ace laughed bitterly. “Pfft. Big talk from someone who’s not even half the mage I am. You want that stone so bad, go get it yourself. I’m out.”

[Name] straightened, her brows furrowed in disapproval, the weight of her stare falling heavily on Ace. Deuce clenched his fists and stood up sharply, fury burning in his expression. “OH YEAH?! Fine, go back to your coop, you big chicken!” Ace’s head snapped around. “WHAT?? Who’re you callin’ chicken, huh?!”

[Name] groaned, standing upright with an air of cold annoyance while Grim flinched at the tension. “Whoa, Deuce… is it just me, or did you, like, turn into a totally different person just now?”  Caught off guard, Deuce coughed awkwardly into his gloved hand and looked away. “Sorry… lost my cool for a second there.”

[Name] sighed, crossing her arms. “So what do we do? The monster’s still in there.” Grim hesitated before speaking up, glancing between the tense group. “Can’t you guys just use magic?” Deuce shook his head, voice low and resigned. “The headmage said it himself… magic has limits. If you can’t strongly visualize your magic, it isn’t going to happen.”

[Name] nodded, placing a hand on her hip. “There can be limits, but you can surpass them.” Deuce’s voice was steadier as he continued. “Using magic at a greater scale, or using different types of magic those things require training.”

Ace, now leaning back on his palms, added with a shrug, “Yeah, that’s why magic academies exist. It takes a lot of training before you can snap your fingers and turn your thoughts into magic. And the more flustered you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes.”

[Name] fell silent for a moment, her gaze shifting to her hands. Memories flashed behind her eyes failed attempts to teleport, spells cast wrong at the worst times. Her fingers curled slightly as she remembered the chaos that always came when her emotions got in the way.

Deuce braced himself with one hand on the grass, determined. “Anyway, we need to find some way to defeat that creature and get the magestone.” Ace groaned dramatically, rolling his head back. “Yeaaaaah. Just like the time with the chandelier, right? You found some way, and now here we are. We just fought that thing and it creamed us. So what exactly is your plan here, genius? Because I sure don’t trust you to improvise!”

Deuce stood quickly, fists clenched at his sides. “What?! You’re the one who-" “Aaand they’re at it again,” Grim sighed. [Name] let out a long exhale, exasperated. “Did they both forget I fixed the chandelier? I can literally use my magic… if it decides to work,” she muttered, checking the ring on her finger. She glanced down at Grim, who nodded with understanding, his tail flicking.

With a harsh glare, [Name] turned back to the bickering boys. Her voice cracked like a whip, louder than both of theirs. “We have to work together, which sucks but we have to.” The boys flinched, clearly startled.

“Together? With him?!” Ace pointed accusingly at Deuce, who returned the glare in full. Ace scoffed. “No way—” “You said we’ll get that stone one way or another. This is our chance. We’re running out of time, but I need you guys to trust me.”

Ace and Deuce exchanged a look of mutual disgust. [Name] let out an exaggerated sigh, loud enough to get their attention again. She shook her head slowly, voice cold and dismissive. “So this is it, I guess. Let’s just get expelled, then.” The boys gasped in unison panicked as they flickered at the memory of the headmage threatening them in the cafeteria about the h/c girl with purple highlights.

“B-But [Name]—!” Deuce exclaimed in shock. Grim blinked, looking up at her with wide eyes. “Whoa, that was sudden. Where’d that come from?” [Name] sighed again, longer this time like a predator pretending to play victim. Her tone turned melancholic. “Well… if you guys won’t work together, then I don’t know what to do,” she murmured, lowering her eyes as if genuinely defeated.

Ace and Deuce visibly paled. She gestured faintly toward them, voice dripping with faux regret. “But I feel bad for you guys, too. It’s pretty lame to actually be accepted into an academy only to be kicked out the first day,” she added with a theatrical wince and a sharp inhale through her teeth.

Grim’s eyes widened in realization, catching on to her act faster than expected. He nodded along, trying to help sell it. “Yeah, gettin’ expelled on the first day… That is pretty lame too. Maybe even lamer that a girl also saved you guys with the chandelier-”

[Name] whipped her head toward Grim and gave his rear a light kick with her shoe. He yelped, tail puffing up as Ace scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “W-Well…” he muttered.

Deuce said nothing, but the gears were clearly turning behind his eyes. A sly smirk curled on [Name]’s lips. She’d snagged the bait. She released another dramatic sigh. “Totally uncool... Well! I guess that’s it. Darn... I really thought my plan was a good one, too which is rare.”

Ace groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Fine…” he grumbled. “Just this once, though! Let’s just get this over with, then. All right, N/N, what’s the plan?” [Name] grinned, the gleam of mischief returning to her eyes as she rubbed her hands together. “Well…”

⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝ Dictionary !!

Features!! Physical Appearances S/C: Skin Colour H/C: Hair Colour H/L: Hair Length E/C: Eye Colour

Other!! Other things that could be mentioned in chapter

Mage Stone: Magestones operate indiscriminately; they are used as everyday household appliance that anyone could use if they know how to operate the device to begin with.

Ace Trappola: A quick learner with an upbeat personality and a mischievous streak. Since he and are both freshmen in the same class, they regard one another with amicable antagonism.

Deuce Spade: An earnest young man who enrolled at Night Raven College with the singular aim of becoming a respectable mage.

Grim: A monster who aspires to be a great mage. He will eat anything and everything, and his tendency to get carried away often gets him and the main character into trouble.

Phrases/Sayings/Refrences/Quotes Ever after High dictionary/Rooms/ etc. from the show/or game!!

Gate Opening Spell: "From my toes to my chin, all I desire is for this gate to open and let us in" it's a spell to open gates, but can be used to open doors 

Good Godmothers: A phrase that means good god in ever after high used in a mildly blasphemous expression of surprise, outrage, or horror when used.

Lost Your Crown: Another word that means lost your mind but in this situation [Name] has used it have they lost their minds talking about the duo

Mother-goosebumps: Another word for goosebumps

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[dazedantics]

TWST Stories

I had to go back through all my posts to make this, it took forever, I wanna cry. No idea if I got them all, but oh well. Hope all the links work

In Ruins (Malleus Draconia)

All you want is to keep your son safe from a prince whose obsessed with you. Running and hiding has gotten you this far, but how much longer will that help? Is using his fear of the Malleus Draconia a good idea? Or will Malleus unleash his wrath on you for using the bad rumors spread about him to your advantage?

Pt 1

Pt 2

Pt 3

Pt 4

Pt 5

Pt 6

Pt 7

Pt 8

Pt 9

Pt 10 ... pending

Accidents (Rollo Flamme)

The unexpected has happened, Rollo knows he has to make it right. He's obligated to. That's all there is to it. Yeah ... I mean, it's not like it's nice having you around, being responsible for you ... it's just his duty as a gentleman ....

Pt 1

Pt 2

Pt 3

Kiss Quiz (Multiple Boys)

Crowley isn't helping, you and Grim need money. What better way to scrounge up some cash than a kissing booth?

So this is Love (Neige LeBlanche)

You didn't mean to make him infatuated

Crush (Deuce Spade)

It's hard to focus around you

Serene (Rollo Flamme)

Spending the night together

Cooking by the Book (Trey Clover)

Getting help from a pro

Once a Year (Rollo Flamme)

It's opposite day, so this is okay

Dangerous Man (Malleus Draconia)

Scared to stop his yandere actions

Their Hands (Multiple Boys)

What I imagine their hands look/feel like

Hold (Multiple Boys)

How I imagine they'd hold your hand

Four Eyes (Trey, Azul)

The differences between our spec wearers

Ma Cherie (Rook Hunt)

You're not trapped if he loves you, right?

Never Him (Rollo Flamme)

He isn't disgusting like everyone else

Marriage? (Multiple Boys)

A secret got out

Mistletoe (Malleus Draconia)

He doesn't know what that is

Mama (Deuce Spade)

If Dilla got close to Yuu

Drowning (Octatrio)

You've been ensared by these sirens

Mortal Enemies (Riddle Rosehearts)

Fighting to be the first to finish wordsearches

Aghast (Rollo Flamme)

What a blasphemous discussion

Club Obsession (Multiple Boys)

Story idea for the boys in their groups of clubs

Sleepover (Neige, Kalim)

Cute, tame, and fun, the best pairing

Bunking (Ace, Deuce, Grim)

When you need to sleep in their dorm

The New Queen (Cater Diamond)

You need to get out of here

Holiday Spirit (Rollo Flamme)

Christmas with the president

Acceptance (Rook Hunt)

I have finally seen all his good traits

Kiss Kiss (Neige LeBlanche)

How Neige parts from you

Told Ya So (Rollo Flamme)

When Malleus Overblots

Ace of Diamonds (Ace, Cater)

They're one in the same

Dialogue (Rollo Flamme)

I want to hear his voice more

Bulletpoints (Rollo Flamme)

I want more Rollo things to read

A Friend Indeed (Rook Hunt)

He's good for a few things

Ace (Ace Trappola)

Something he'd say

Short Skit (Rook, Rollo, Malleus)

Short Skit (Crewel, Ace, Grim)

Short Skit (Riddle)

Short Skit (First years)

Short Skit (Leona, Ruggie)

Short Skit (Pomefiore Trio)

Short Skit (Diasomnia, Ace, Deuce)

Short Skit (Malleus)

Short Skit (Leona, Malleus, Grim)

Short Skit (Overblot boys)

Short Skit (Grim, Ace, Deuce)

Short Skit (Lilia, Malleus)

Short Skit (Diasomnia, Rollo)

Short Skit (Ace, Deuce, Grim, Ghosts)

Short Skit (Malleus)

Short Skit (Malleus)

Short Skit (Malleus)

Short Skit (Rollo)

Short Skit (Vil, Epel, Neige)

Short Skit (Ace)

Short Skit (Ace, Grim, Ghosts)

Short Skit (Rollo)

Short Skit (Ruggie, Ace, Deuce)

Short Skit (Vil, Neige)

Short Skit (Fellow, Gidel)

[ryker-writes]

Hey there! I loved giving Malleus a stone as an accidental proposal! It would make sense to me that mers would also see it as that! Could we possibly get one with Floyd Azul or Jade?

omg yes absolutely! Thinking about it, merfolk probably would also take it as a proposal! Especially with their culture being inspired by The little mermaid and she loved to collect things. I love this request! For those of you who haven't seen the Malleus part, it's linked below!

Request rules and Masterlists

Accidentally proposing to Malleus with a rock

Accidentally proposing with a rock (Octavinelle)

Floyd:

It was an innocent gesture. You wanted to give Floyd a rock to show you care about him. A simple gift that you thought he'd like. Well, you think he likes it a little too much.

When you gave the rock to Floyd, his eyes went wide, and he quickly smiled and pulled you into a tight hug (careful not to hurt you too much), "Awwww of course!"

He seemed so happy to get the rock, it honestly surprised you. Then he started lurking around you more. Like, hovering behind you and picking you up at random times to carry you around anywhere. When you asked, he said he had a right to carry and lurk now.

You also caught Jade snickering more than usual at you and Floyd, like he knew something you didn't. But both him and Floyd didn't elaborate. Instead, Floyd laughed and wrapped his arms around you, setting his head atop yours, "Silly silly~"

It wasn't until later when you visited the Mostro Lounge's VIP room that you got a hint of what was happening. Normally you'd just go there to hang out, but you'd noticed Azul was unusually frustrated today. When he saw you, it only seemed to set him off on a rant as he paced about the room.

"I can't believe this. Of all the things you could've given, and to all the people...I can't even begin to imagine what's going through your mind. You must be as impulsive as him to do this and with such short notice! Now he wants to use the whole lounge for a day and dumps all these things to prepare on me. Could you not have waited until I've graduated at least so I wouldn't have to put of with this? You two could at least help me instead of leaving me to figure out how to cater for an entire wedding without giving me any specifics-"

At this point, you kind of zoned out because you were stuck on the whole "wedding" part. What?

As Azul paced around the room and ranted, without you fully listening, your mind was working to put together the pieces. He clearly was blaming you for something, and impulsivity could only mean Floyd was involved. That, and he mentioned giving him something...

Oh no...

Right on time, Floyd had strolled into the room, completely interrupting Azul's rant. But the second his eyes landed on you, his expression lit up and he'd made his way over to you. His arms quickly wrapped around you and he basically leaned all of his weight on you as he cheered, "There you are. I've been looking all over for you. What're you doing here with Azul?"

Hesitantly, you had to ask, "Floyd, what's going on?"

Tilting his head, he rested his cheek on top of your head and hummed in amusement, "Ah. Azul's just jealous of us. Getting married while he's stuck talking all business and contracts."

You're what? Did you hear that right?

Before you could ask anything else or try and explain anything, he'd picked you up again, and started walking out of the room with you. A very frustrated Azul calling out to you two, "At least give me something!"

Only for Floyd to wave a hand dismissively as he carried you out, "Nah. You got this. We're busy."

Something told you he wasn't going to let you just back out or call it a friendship rock...

Jade:

You like to think you know Jade pretty well. You've spent a lot of time together, so you thought it'd be a great idea to give him a little gift. So when you found this nice smooth and pretty rock, you knew it'd be the perfect gift for him. It's even practical since he can put it in one of his terrariums!

He even seemed happy when you gave it to him, after brief shock of course, and he had that sharp-toothed smile you knew well.

"Well well, I must say I never expected you to be so bold to give me something like this, but I accept."

That was all he said. You weren't really sure why it'd require boldness, but he didn't elaborate and instead brushed it off and quickly left saying he had work to do.

The day carried on as normal until you saw Floyd. He ran up to you and swung you around, "There you areee~ Welcome to the family! Ma's gonna love ya!"

Disoriented, dizzy, and confused, you had to ask, "Floyd? What are you talking about?"

He swung you around once more before finally setting you down, "Ah, you know. Proposing to Jade like that? Real brave of you."

Huh? Proposing?

But in a true Floyd fashion, he just ginned and waved goodbye as he scurried off, leaving you with many questions. The only way you'd probably get answers is to ask the man himself. So, you quickly made your way to the Mostro Lounge.

There, Jade was setting up some tables, as composed and collected as ever. Seeing you, he straightened up with that same sharp-toothed smile as earlier, and welcomed you, "Good, you're here dear. We have a small dinner to celebrate our engagement before we can begin making preparations."

Stunned by the wildness of it all, you tried to nervously correct him, "Jade, I feel like there might've been a slight misunderstanding-"

"Nonsense," He began, stepping closer and wrapping an arm around you, "It's common knowledge that gifting a special rock is a marriage proposal among merfolk. You're mine now, dear."

Azul:

Azul and you are really close. There was no denying it when you spent so much time at the Mostro Lounge VIP room just hanging out with him. So you thought you’d do something nice for him and get him a little gift.

Then there was this perfect rock you found. It was smooth and round with specks of blue and purple, perfect for Azul.

You didn’t expect him to act so…odd when you have it to him. You held it out in your hand towards him, and he just stared at you in shock. His face turned about as red as Riddle’s hair, and you could tell he was struggling to speak. If Jade and Floyd were here, they’d no doubt tease him for the look on his face.

After a few moments of stunned silence (you figured it was best to just be patient and wait for him to collect himself), he took the rock with slightly shaky hands. He held the rock close to him, over his heart, and took a deep breath. Then, he cleared his throat, and tried his best to answer, “I…wasn’t aware you felt so strongly, but it’s clear now. Don’t you worry, I can handle this. I’m…delighted to receive this.”

Not thinking much of his words, you simply smiled at him. It wasn’t uncommon for Azul to get a bit flustered by small gestures. He wasn’t treated well as a child, so you know little shows of appreciation mean a lot to him.

He scurried off with the rock to his office moments later, and there was silence for a moment before you heard him sputtering on the other side of the door. He probably would be embarrassed if you listened in though, and you wanted to spare him (this time).

The day went on as usual for a while. Classes went by, you spoke to some other friends, and went to visit the Mostro Lounge again later.

But the Lounge was…busier than normal. Students who worked there were scrambling about trying to serve customers and clean and adjust the smallest of details on things. Several of them looked super stressed, and some looked like they were about to pass out. Jade and Floyd, were the only calm ones who stood off to the side, watching them all with amused smiles.

You went up to them to ask what was happening, but Floyd spoke before you could, “Can ya let Azul flounder a bit longer? This is fun to watch.”

Azul was floundering? But he’s usually so calm and collected when he’s working. He couldn’t still be flustered from your gift earlier, right?

“What’s going on with Azul?”

Jade chuckled and was the one to answer you, “You sent him on quite the spiral. He’s got everyone working overtime to make sure everything is perfect for you.”

Now more confused, you had to ask, “Me? What did I do?”

At that, the duo only laughed more, clearly knowing something you don’t, but refusing to elaborate at you and everyone else’s expense. There was only one way you were going to get an answer; from Azul himself.

Marching past the two, you made your way to Azul’s office, barely knocking before going in.

And boy was he startled. The second you entered the room he sat up straighter and his cheeks turned pink, but he quickly tried to hide it behind his hand and muttered, “Ah, you’re here. My apologies, I’m still working on the contract right now.”

Walking up to his desk in complete confusion, you asked, “What contract? What’s going on?”

There was a moment of silence throughout the room. His gloved hands fidgeted with the pen and papers on his desk in front of him, trying to figure out the right words to say.

Then, he slid the paper over to you for you to read. Well, you only read the top before sitting stunned.

‘Contract of Marriage’

Huh???

Now it was your turn to be stunned into silence. So, he filled the silence, “I…was quite surprised by your gesture earlier, but I accept. If you’ll have me, I’d love for you to sign this. It’s quite possibly the best contract I’ve ever written.”

[himasgod]

Hello! ^^ I've read your fanfic about Malleus being jealous and I really loved it! If I could, could I make a request?

It's a reader x anyone from the TWST cast, but preferably Azul, in a stablished relationship, where the reader is telling Malleus about her latest date with Azul and Malleus is acting like a puritain nun because HAND-HOLDING....? BEFORE MARRIAGE...????????

In the ghost bride event he says he cannot do fake engagements bc he's a prince and yada yada, so I think he takes VERY srsly a relationship and would be flabbergasted by the smallest things lmao

Maybe a bit of overprotective Malleus again pls? 👉👈

Ty if u take this in consideration 💕

Where Malleus is too overprotective with you

Where you tell Malleus about the date you had that night with Azul, but he can't put aside his overprotective and somewhat rigid mind.

Dusk tinged the sky with warm hues when you ran into Malleus on one of his evening strolls around campus. It wasn't unusual for him to accompany you during these quiet hours, where you chat freely with him without interruption from the daytime hustle and bustle of NRC. This time, however, his expression was a mix of disbelief and sternness as he listened to you tell him about your last date with Azul.

"And you're saying… he held your hand?" Malleus asked, his voice resonating with gravity.

You looked at him, blinking in confusion.

"Yes. We were walking down Octavinelle, and Azul took my hand. It was cute, he was nervous at first, but then he relaxed and—"

"That's outrageous," he interrupted, frowning with an almost comical intensity. "Don't you know that such direct contact between a lady and her fiancé should only occur after a formal engagement?"

Your jaw nearly dropped in astonishment. "What-"

"Marriage is a sacred bond, a bond not to be taken lightly." Malleus crossed his arms, assuming a posture of princely dignity. "If Ashengrotto has already dared to touch your hand without a formal promise, then he must take responsibility and honor you properly."

You didn't know whether to laugh or be a little scared.

"Malleus, we're in a relationship, not in a royal court from the last century. It's just holding hands!"

Malleus didn't seem convinced.

"First holding hands… then what's next? Walks alone at night? Letters written with sweet nothings?" he exclaimed with genuine concern, while you nodded along, not understanding what was wrong with it all.

"Boldness."

You brought a hand to your face, trying to hold back your laughter. This was ridiculous.

"Malleus, we've gone on dates before. We've also held hands before."

He took a deep breath, as if he'd just heard blasphemy.

"I can't believe Ashengrotto dared to touch you like that without making a formal offer of marriage. Does he have no honor?" His gaze darkened, almost offended by your name.

"Malleus, stop!" You finally laughed. "Really, it's not that serious."

"Of course it is," he insisted, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "Come to think about it… what are his intentions toward you? I won't allow him to play with your heart."

There it was. Malleus's overprotective way. You knew he cared you, but sometimes you forgot that his sense of protection was too… archaic.

"Azul is a gentleman, Malleus," you assured him, trying to calm his indignation. "He's very attentive to me. You don't have to worry."

But Malleus didn't seem convinced at all.

"I'll watch him closely," he declared. “I won’t allow someone to lead you down the path of perdition with empty promises and immodest gestures.”

“Malleus… it’s just holding hands!”

He didn’t reply, but you could see the storm of thoughts running through his mind. Clearly, he was reconsidering his position regarding Azul.

“Tell me,” he continued after a tense silence, “what else has happened between you?” His emerald eyes glittered with suspicion.

“Uh… well, we ate together. Azul cooked for me, and—”

“He fed you too?!” he exclaimed, putting a hand to his chest, as if you had committed an unforgivable heresy.

“Sharing food is an act of deep intimacy. In Briar Valley, a meal prepared with care and shared in such a manner is a symbol of absolute devotion."

Now you were certain that Malleus was exaggerating everything in the most hilarious way possible.

“Malleus, it was just lunch. Azul just wanted to surprise me.”

“First the hands, then the food…” he muttered to himself, clearly uneasy. “This is worse than I imagined. I must speak to Azul as soon as possible.”

“Don’t even think about it!” You rushed to stop him, desperately grabbing his arm.

“As your friend and protector, it is my duty to ensure that he treats you with the respect you deserve.” His tone was completely solemn, which made it even funnier.

You covered your face with your hands, knowing that no matter how many times you explained the normality of your relationship, Malleus would still see every small act of affection as an affront to decorum. Azul had no idea what was coming his way.

That night, you learned that your boyfriend would be receiving menacing glares from a very overprotective dragon in the coming days.

[idkwhattoputhereidontknow]

Saw you asking for requests…

Could I request Idia, Malleus, Rook, Azul, Jade, and Floyd reaction when mc/Yuu turns into a goose? I was thinking something like mc/Yuu turned into a goose from a potion class accident, and they act like the goose from Untitled Goose Game, but cuddlier. Like they are still a little menace, but also want to be pet and cuddled.

If you don’t want to do this request I completely understand as it is a bit odd. I hope you have a great day/night!

Author's note: I got really bad writers block, so I only got to finish Azul, Floyd, and Jade. That being said, this definitely isn't my best work, but I am very proud of the Prologue. Either way, I hope you enjoy it and thank you very much for the request.

Prologue

The smell of lanternblossom nectar and duskweed filled the room while mixing within a cauldron in the middle of a dimly lit room, the walls lined with shelves upon shelves of other mystical and underworldly ingredients. The contents of the cauldron are being stirred by two figures, a mostly average looking person in a white lab coat that most would say is one or two sizes too large. The other figure being a gray cat looking creature with blue flame coming out of its ears and a pitchfork tail, standing on a stool just so it can reach its tiny little paws on the cauldron’s edge. These two were known as the infamous Yuu and Grim, the perfect of Ramshackle dorm and their chaotic direbeast companion. And right now they’re working on making a transformation potion for an assignment in Divus Crewel’s potionology class. 

“Tch. This is so borin’ and it’s takin’ forever!” Grim complains, struggling to stir the potion with his small cat-like paws.   “Stop complaining, it’s just a simple assignment. Now, can you pass me some chamomile?” Yuu reaches out their hand towards Grim while keeping their attention on stirring the contents of the pot.   Grim rolls his eyes, reaching over to the table next to the cauldron with multiple ingredients laid out on top, one being chamomile. As Grim reaches over, the stool underneath him starts to wobble due to him shifting weight. “Mgh…” Grim, now balancing on the edge of his wooden stool is finally able to reach far enough to grab a pinch of chamomile. But before he can balance himself or stabilize his stool, he goes face forward, banging into the cauldron!   Grim falls flat on his tail onto the cold potionology room floor, although Yuu didn't get as lucky. The cauldron sways for a bit before banging onto the ground, covering Yuu with all their hard work. “MYAH!!! HENCH-HUMAN!!!” Grim yells as if it would do something but sadly it was too late. The small cloud of smoke that surrounded Yuu slowly disappears…Although all there was is Yuu’s lab coat laid out over the floor, drenched in potion. As the rest of the gas goes away, Grim can make out a small lump under the oversized labwear. “Hench-human…?” Grim says slowly walking over to where his once human friend stood. After a few moments of silence, Grim could hear something….

“Honk!”  

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“Eh?”

Octavinelle

Classical music filled the air along with the smell of fresh food being served by students with smiles plastered on their faces. Other students, the customers, were sitting on comfortable leather couches either eating those hot meals or chatting while waiting for them. It was busier than usual, a line already starting to form outside with workers running all over the place to deliver dishes while still trying to look professional. The reason for this new found success was due to Azul, once again, taking advantage of someone else's misfortune.

“They're so cute!” 

“Honk!” 

“I just gotta post this on Magicam!  #Mostro Lounge #Cute Duck Picks”

“Honk!”  

In the middle of the lounge was a round table with a purple silk tablecloth draped over it and a silk cushion placed in the middle, sitting on and snuggling up to this cushion was a small white goose, who looked rather comfortable. Some students, who were either waiting for their food or had already eaten, were taking pictures, giving scratches, and pats to the goose. This was Azul’s master plan.

After Yuu got turned into a duck they searched for Crewel, hoping he could turn them back, but to no avail. Grim left them after being spooked by their sudden transformation and Crewel was nowhere to be found, leaving Yuu with no other choice but to find Azul for help. Yuu was worried that Azul wouldn't be able to tell that it was them but that luckily didn't end up being an issue. Floyd was (somehow) able to tell that it was Yuu, bringing them some relief which was short lived when Azul proposed his offer.   Yuu had three days to reach a certain profit goal as Mostro Lounge’s new mascot or Azul wouldn't turn them back into a human. It was far from a fair contract and who knew what would happen to them if they failed to meet the terms, but this was the only choice they had. So, that's how Yuu became the new attraction at Mostro Lounge.

“Shrimpy~” A voice, that could send a shiver down anyone’s spine, calls out. Before Yuu could react they find themselves being snatched up by two lengthy arms! The students, who were doting on Yuu, could only watch in confusion as the goose suddenly disappeared before their eyes. It happened so fast that no one had the chance to see what actually happened. The only evidence that could prove there was a goose in the first place was some white feathers that had fallen off in the chaos and the small cushion they were sitting on, which had fallen to the ground.   Ever since Yuu came to Mostro Lounge, Floyd has been dying to spend some time with them in their new feathery form. Floyd’s attitude was getting worse and worse the longer he had to wait and it seemed his patience had finally grown too thin for Azul or Jade to keep him in check. How could he deal with boring work when his shrimpy had gone and done something so silly, like turning into a goose!   Floyd quickly carried Yuu into a small corner of the lounge, where they wouldn't get caught by anyone, a big toothy grin plastered on his face. “Aha ha, lets have some fun, Shrimpy!” 

In the corner of the lounge, near the counter bar, stood Azul and Jade, watching how well business was doing while talking.

   “This new marketing strategy of yours has been quite the hit, Azul.” Jade says with his usual sharp toothed smirk. 

   “I couldn’t just let an opportunity such as this slip through my fingers, that would make me a fool.” Azul had quite the proud look on his face as he adjusted his glasses. 

  Business was going fantastically after getting Yuu to sign that contract. It was almost going too well. And, of course, just at that moment a panicked looking student sprinted over to the two. 

“Housewarden Azul! The goose is missing!”

    Azul sighs. “Floyd…” He would be lying if he said he didn't expect this. Floyd had been pouting and complaining ever since Yuu got here. It was only a matter of time. Azul just hoped that it would have taken longer though. Couldn't Floyd have some patience? But either way Azul and Jade would have to deal with the situation before Floyd got out of hand. 

   Turning to the student, Azul says, “Tell all the customers that the goose is just taking a quick break. They’ll be back soon enough.”

   “Yes, sir!” Now with a smile on his face, the student runs over to the group of customers, who were confused over Yuu’s sudden disappearance.

   “Shouldn't someone have been watching him?” Jade asks. It felt more like he was mocking Azul if anything, especially with that smug smirk always on his face.  

   “Yes, yes, it was an oversight on my part.” Azul says with annoyance, “I thought he would at least be able to control himself for a few more hours. I was sorely mistaken.” 

   “Ah… Well we all make mistakes, don't we?” 

   “Be quiet. Now, let's get that brother of yours under control, shall we?” 

Being away from the loud music and talking of the lounge was quite nice, now longer being surrounded by students shoving cameras in your face. Who knew people could get so excited over some random goose? You also never knew Floyd’s chest was so comfortable to lay on.   When he randomly picked you up out of nowhere and away from all those people you expected him to bring you on a whole adventure, but he actually just wanted some cuddles. It did make sense since your feathers were extremely soft, but you could only imagine how Azul and Jade would react if they saw you two as you slowly drift off to sleep. In the middle of Azul’s office, spread out on one of the black couches, was Floyd. His dorm uniform was untidy as ever but now there were some white feathers here and there, peaking out of the fabric. He was lazily sprawled out on the couch with a small, white, feathery lump curled up into his side, who just so happened to be the missing goose Azul and Jade have been looking for.   Azul couldn't help but sigh and rub his temples at the sight, in contrast, Jade has his usual sharp toothed smirk plastered on his face. “Maybe we should let them rest for now…”