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mobagehelllocal · 4 years ago

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“dati” ver i - riddle, leona & azul

A/N: This piece is something I was meaning to write and post after I open my ask box again... but I thought you all deserved some really good new fluff prompts from me! For this one, please assume that you, the Reader, is different from the actual MC of TWST!

“Dati” is a pretty difficult word to translate, because it’s just one word but--it can mean so much. For the sake of this story, you can interpret its meaning as “a long time ago”.

Inspired by:

“Dati” by Sam Concepcion, Tippy Dos Santos and Quest. (I encourage you to listen to it OR read the English lyrics.)

“If You Can Dream” by the Disney Princesses. (I would link both but my posts dont appear if I do that ;u;)

Please enjoy!

PS: I realized about halfway that I accidentally crafted the narrative for a female reader instead of a more gender neutral one. I do apologize. PSS: This got so long, apparently I’m over word limit so I had to split it into two parts xD. The next part will come soon!

Other versions: ver i (this), ver ii (kalim, vil, idia, malleus)

"--as you already know. We held a school-wide meeting about the week long exchange program with the all-females private school, Garden Academy. Professors Divus Crewel and Mozus Trein accompanied our delegates to Garden Academy this morning,” Dire Crowley peered at his students through his black mask, “while Professor Mozus Trein stayed with our delegates, Professor Divus Crewel escorted the delegates from Garden Academy to Night Raven College.”

Excited whispers broke out in the crowd. Crowley cleared his throat once, then again--before everyone settled down. The Headmaster huffed audibly at that.

“I’ll be using this morning meeting to introduce the delegates,” Crowley turned to the left side of the stage. He motioned at Crewel who was standing back stage with a Garden Academy professor and her students. “Now then, please give a hand for--”

In the crowd, his eyes widened.

In turn, you were pretty excited too. You had held off telling your friend about you coming to his school because you wanted to surprise him.

All you girls had been assigned to a particular dorm, not to sleep in--but rather, to experience. Each dorm in NRC (much like GA), had their own unique culture. So, to truly experience the college meant you all needed to immerse yourselves in the different dorms and their cultures. You had to sneakily reconfirm with him what his dorm was, to make sure you got assigned to the correct one.

And now that you were here...

“Alright ladies,” Professor Radcliffe said kindly, “we will reconvene here at 5PM to return to the dorm Headmaster Crowley so generously set aside for us.”

“Yes Professor.” Radcliffe eyed all of you girls, before she sighed with an exasperated smile. You were all very excited, and doing very little to hide that.

“Okay, I know you want to go--but one last thing,” you all let out loud, false and very unladylike groans that Radcliffe ignored. “Remember to be beautiful--”

“At heart.” you all recited, familiar with your school’s motto.

“Go on then,” Radcliffe finally said, “the dorm heads and their assistants should be waiting outside for all of you.”

With a cheer, you all parted ways.

“Trey!”

Riddle watched with wide eyes, as he saw your familiar form--dressed in the yellow colors of House Cosmos, the House of Optimism--jump straight into Trey’s arms.

“Hey there.” Trey laughed, and he raised a hand to mess with your hair.

“Ow! Hey!” you grumbled up at Trey. “If Professor Radcliffe saw me...” you muttered, as you raised a hand to fix your hair. The girls who had followed behind giggled at your expression.

Riddle could only stare in surprise.

Oh he remembered you.

You had been introduced to him through Chenya and Trey during one of the last times he had managed to escape his house during his free time.

“Chenya! Trey! There you are!” your cheerful voice had rung loud and sweet in the Clover’s Bakery. “I thought we were meeting up at the park--?” you had paused in surprise as you took in the sight of an additional boy with your friends. He flinched, his shoulders rose as he ducked into himself. Were you going to get mad at him for stealing your friends?

“Oh--um, hello!” your surprised expression quickly melted into a friendly smile and you hopped over to sit next to Riddle. He flinched again, and Chenya snickered.

“Don’t scare him, [Name].”

“I’m not trying too.” you pouted at Chenya, who only laughed louder in response.

“Ah [Name]. This is Riddle Rosehearts.” Trey jumped in, “he lives in the house with the roses you like.”

“Oh!” you brightened up, and he flushed red as you drew even closer to him. “Hi! My name is [Name]. Let’s be friends!”

“I--we just met?” he said, weakly. Chenya laughed again.

“I think you just got rejected, [Name]!”

“Oh shut it Chenya!” you turned back to him, and beamed. “Silly Riddle, there are no rules when it comes to making friends, you know?” you offered your hand, palms up, to him.

He looked up at Trey, who gave him an encouraging smile. He slowly placed his hand in yours, and mumbled a soft--

“Okay.”

Riddle never forgot you.

He never forgot the words you had spoke to him that day.

He remembered clearly how hurt he was when his mother grew even more strict and didn’t allow him to see his first friends. He remembered being angry at you too--you told him there were no rules when it came to making friends--

‘Then why had mother been so mad at me?’ He remembered thinking. “Was [Name] lying? Maybe there really are rules in making friends?”

Looking back on it--his anger was misplaced. He had just been sad--caught up in his mother’s expectations. He had suffered so much for her ideals, that a part of him wanted to believe it was real or...

He would’ve given up on Chenya... Trey... and you... for nothing.

While he had eventually reunited with Trey in Night Raven College, and Chenya (ever the sneaky type) had met him again during breaks in the school year--he had never seen you again.

He never asked about you.

Trey or Chenya never mentioned you either.

He wondered if you had just slipped away from them.

‘Or maybe you just didn’t want to see me.’

He shouldn’t be surprised.

He should’ve expected it.

After all, he’s pretty sure friends can’t be friends if they don’t see each other in years. (His friendships with Trey and Chenya--these were things he felt that he had just recreated.)

“Wait... Riddle?” He flinched as he heard you call his name. He looked up, only to give you a weak smile.

“Hi [Name].” your eyes widened, you looked up at Trey then back at him before a smile spread across your face. “Riddle!” you cheered happily, as you wrapped your arms around him. He sputtered, and Trey smirked in response.

“It’s been a really long time! How are you?” you pulled back and cupped his cheeks in your soft hands. Riddle immediately felt his face heat up in response to your attention.

You had always been affectionate--and Riddle, who had been so starved of social connections--never got used to it. He never had the chance to.

“I’m... okay.” he managed, and he didn’t know how you did it--but your smile somehow brightened even further.

It was that same sweet smile you would give him when you were children. A smile that made his heart beat fast.

“That’s good!” you easily laced your fingers together with his, and he felt himself blush harder.

“You--you aren’t mad?” he stuttered out in response, and you tilted your head at that.

“Why... would I be mad?”

“Because... I just... stopped being a friend.” he hesitated, worried that if he brought it up--you would remember that he had never tried to contact you.

“That’s silly Riddle.” you said, “It’s not your fault! My family moved away after you stopped coming to see us--so I wasn’t able to keep in contact with you. I was able to with Trey and Chenya but... neither of them told me they met up with you again.” you tilted your head in the opposite direction. “I’m partly to blame. I didn’t ask about you either, you know?”

“That is...”

“And who says we stopped being friends? I told you right? There aren’t rules when it comes to making friends. So to me, I never stopped thinking of you as my dear friend.”

Riddle was overcome with the desire to cry.

“You don’t want our friendship to end right?” your smiled dimmed slightly. “Or... at least I hope so...”

“No...” his lower lip wobbled, and you leant forward to press your forehead against his. “I’m sorry about back then... it was because...” he hesitated, he wasn’t sure he was ready to tell you everything now--about his mother, about the overblot, about his resolve--

He began to panic, unsure how to go about this.

“Take your time Riddle.” you told him, eyes soft with affection. “As your friend, I’ll wait until you’re ready to tell me.”

“Thank you.” His eyes slid shut, and he moved to embrace you in full--which you gladly reciprocated. You let go after a few moments, and smiled at Riddle. The boy shot you a weak smile. You then chose to shoot a glare at your other childhood friend

“Well then, Trey--you better explain yourself.” you threatened the third year, who raised his hands defensively.

“I thought it would be a good surprise.”

“Boo! So you knew I’d be coming here?”

“I had an idea.” Trey smirked in response to that. You huffed, before you turned back to Riddle with a grin.

“Then, shall we catch up now? I want to know all about Heartslabyul, while I’m here! You’ll tell me, won’t you Riddle?”

“Yes he will. After all Riddle is the dorm leader for Heartslabyul.” Trey chimed in, and you blinked before you turned back to him.

“Woah! That’s amazing! That’s so cool! As expected of Riddle!” you laughed happily, he blushed again. You easily kept your hand laced with his as he began to tell you more about Night Raven College and the Heartslabyul dorm.

Unconsciously, his hand tightened around yours.

He was more than thrilled that you two had found each other again. He was determined to make sure that this time--

He would be a better friend to you.

"Prince Leona!” Leona could barely stop the angry growl that came out of his mouth as you came to a stop in front of him.

‘I should’ve known.’

“You.” he said, his lips curled downward. His ears and tail flicked in an irritated manner.

“Me.” you leant forward, hand on your hips. “Why so hostile, Prince Leona?”

“Stop calling me that.” He turned away, his ears twitched in annoyance. Beside him, Ruggie peered up at you curiously. You were a little taller than the hyena, dressed in the pale pink colors of House Peach Blossom--the House of Courage. He noticed that almost all students from Peach Blossom had their magic wands and sword at their waist--including you.

“How do you know Leona?” Ruggie asked you, since he knew that Leona was likely not going to answer him.

“Oi, Ruggie--” Leona shot him a glare, but you didn’t seem to mind since you interrupted the prince.

“That’s because he is my Prince.” you said with a grin.

“What-!?” Ruggie sputtered, while Leona only groaned in response.

“Prince Leona, you really should get up.” Leona’s visible ear twitched at the sound of your voice. He buried his head stubbornly into his pillow. “Come on, you have class soon!”

Ever since you had arrived here, and essentially received permission to enter the Savanaclaw dorm--not even the dorm members could stop you from barging into Leona’s room. He had ordered them earlier to get in your way--not to beat you (he knew exactly how strong you were) but if there was one thing he could attempt to do--it was to delay you as much as possible.

However...

“That’s because he is my Prince.” you had said with a grin. Ruggie sputtered, and Leona groaned.

“She’s a member of Afterglow Savanna’s Royal Guard.” Leona had to explain through gritted teeth.

“Yes, hence why he is my Prince.” You say with such blind honesty and devotion that Leona could barely look. He chose to avert his gaze instead, his tail flickered in embarrassment.

As someone who had trained to be a part of the Royal Guard since your youth--the students of Savanaclaw were no match for you. You had easily wrestled them all to defeat. Once his dorm members realized that there was simply no beating you, they had all given up (their prides were badly bruised at it was already)--and Leona had mourned the fact that none of them were willing to buy him time to sleep in.

‘What a bunch of dorm members really...’ he grumbled to himself. ��Not willing to help their dorm leader...’ he thought, sarcastically.

“Come on my Prince,” you said in a soft tone, despite the fact you were basically engaging Leona in a tug of war with his blanket. “You have to go to class.”

“Do you have any idea how surprised my classmates and professors are, now that I’m actually coming to class?” he grumbled.

“Then I’m doing my job right.” you said in a very matter-of-fact tone. He lifted his head to shoot a glare at you. “You are a Prince of Afterglow Savanna! You must--”

“Don’t talk to me about crap like that.” he hissed. “Did the King and Queen put you up to his? Perhaps the First Prince? Is my position in the school making trouble for the royal family? So much so they sent you--?”

“Prince Leona, that is not true!” You frowned, “your family is just concerned--”

“And where was this concern when they could hear the people talk about me behind my back?” he growled as he grabbed your arm, and you yelped in surprise. “Back then they weren’t there but--”

‘I had you. You were the only who saw me and now you--’

‘Are you choosing them over me?’

‘Are you... just going to chose them... like everyone else?’

Leona’s heart twisted, and he ignored it to focus on his anger instead.

“Le--my Prince that’s--”

“Stop calling me that!” He snarled, “You’re just doing this for Farena, aren’t you? If you do your task well, maybe he’ll notice you and make you his second wife? Wouldn’t you--”

Smack.

“You... you think I chose to be a part of the Royal Guard... for Prince Farena?”

He turned back to you, alarmed. In all the time he had known you--you had never sounded like that.

Your lips were twisted downward in a frown, the hand that had slapped him was now tenderly holding onto the forearm that he had squeezed earlier in his own hand. He could see that your skin had reddened from his tight hold.

“A... are you an idiot?” you moved your hand onto your chest as your lower lip trembled. “I joined the guard for you, Leona. I joined because I believed in you, in Leona Kingscholar. Whatever role you might yet play—I believed in you! In your intelligence, in your capacity to understand people! I wanted to be there with you! I wanted to fight for what you believe in—because I believed in you.” You stepped back, and his mouth parted open in surprise.

“How could you say that? How could you even think that?” you asked him in a hoarse voice, “There’s no one I wanted to support as much as--as much as I wanted to support you. I--I always knew you were amazing Leona. I was only ever looking at you.” you sniffed, your eyes wet with tears.

Leona realized that he was just about to loose the one person who ever acknowledged him.

“[Name]--” when he reached a hand out, you flinched, and he felt himself pale.

When everyone else had flinched away from his powers...

You had always been the one who had--unfailingly--grabbed onto his hand without fear.

“[Name]... I’m...”

‘Come on--set your pride aside and apologize.’ he couldn’t help but hiss at himself.

“I’m...”

“You don’t have to say it Prince Leona.” you said, voice thick with emotions. “Your tail is giving it away.” At that statement, he shot you a weak glare as he stilled his tail.

“How’d you know?” he asked. You looked up at him with an incredulous stare.

“You were never good at saying sorry.” you muttered underneath your breath. “So I just figured it out from the way you acted around me.” you inhaled sharply, “just give me a moment... and I’ll be okay.”

‘You... why...’ his fist clenched unconsciously. ‘Why do you have to understand me so well?’ He studied the way you ducked your head, the way you steadied your breath. ‘All that time you watched me... I... I know that what you’ve always wanted was an apology but--but I’ve always just taken all your forgiveness without trying harder.’

‘I don’t deserve you, do I? What have I done? That you--powerful, strong, fierce as you are--why have I let you think you don’t deserve an apology? Why have I let you think that it was okay for me to--not apologize?’

‘This is why I’m going to lose you.’

You always came to me... I--’

‘I never met you halfway.’

“I’m sorry.” your head shot up in response, and though you could tell from Leona’s expression that he’d rather be doing anything but this--he opened his mouth again. “I’m sorry [Name]... you got stuck with a selfish friend.”

He began to panic inwardly when the sniffling that you had managed to calm down--rose again.

However--you weren’t crying because you were sad--you were crying because you were happy.

All this time--a cruel whisper in the back of your head insisted you were the only one who cared about your relationship. Around you--people doubted your friendship with Leona.

You tried--you did your best to ignore it, but sometimes in your lowest moments--it consumed you.

And Leona--unknowing, but effortlessly good and perfect as he was to you--always kept you afloat.

He had been watching you too.

Keeping an eye out.

Looking on at you with some form of care--and dare you hope--love.

Because he had known that even if you told him you were okay--that you actually weren’t. That you wanted him to say sorry even if you pretended that you were used to it.

“[Name]?” Leona was knelt in front of you--and you belatedly realized that you had slid to the ground. He studied your face, and hesitated to touch you after earlier.

Kind. Understanding. Smart.

If people would just acknowledge Leona--they would see what you could see.

This is the king I know he is, the king I see inside.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. Give me a minute.”

“When you get emotional, it doesn’t take you a minute.” he grumbled, but it was gentle, and your heart warmed as you recognized once more how much he knew you.

“Acting like a know-it-all already, huh, Prince Leona?” he winced at that.

“Why do you keep calling me that anyways?” he moved a hand to rub the back of his neck. “I don’t... like it.”

“Because you are one, and my position in the guard...”

“But not... not when it��s just the two of us.” he mumbled, and you blinked in surprise. “I want... I want you to remember that--when I’m with you I’m... I’m just Leona. To you I--I shouldn’t be a royal or a prince first I’m... I’m your friend.” You could feel your cheeks heat up at his statement.

“Have you gotten sappy, my Prince?” you said--suddenly as you tried to change the mood. It was embarrassing. He bristled in response.

“[Name].” he growled low, and you giggled. His heart eased at the sight of your smiling visage.

‘Good. I never want to see you cry again. If you were to cry then--let them be happy tears only.’

“Alright then... my friend... Leona.” your smile widened.

‘I have a lot to do. I have a lot to make up.’ he thought, but as he sees you smile at him--he knew that you were always going to be worth the effort.

‘And perhaps one day you can simply be mine... and I can be solely just yours.’

“Azul!” you waved happily as the octopus mermaid groaned, and held his temples in his hands. A step behind him, Jade chuckled.

“Why... why are you here?”

“Aww, did you not want to see me?” you peered at him. You were dressed in the brilliant orange colors of House Hibiscus--the House of Tenacity--which, to his mind, suited you very well.

“You’re just here to embarrass me.” Azul groaned, and you smirked.

“I can’t help it, especially when you pretend to act so cool.”

“I hate you. I want my octopus pot.” He groaned into his hand.

“I love you too~” His face flushed red at that, and your heart skipped a beat at how adorable he was.

You remembered it like it was yesterday.

You had gone out to the beach, your toes dipped into the water as you gazed out toward the expanse of the ocean as the morning sky cleared. You sighed--there was nothing more beautiful that the ocean at sunrise. (You didn’t know how your younger self did it, but you were often able to wake up early just to see the sight.)

Then, all of a sudden, one of your toes was nibbled on. You blinked in surprise then looked down to see a little fish nibble on your toe. When it noticed it had your attention, it began to swim around in a circle, before going off into a certain direction. You just stared at it for awhile, until it suddenly came back and bit your toe as hard as it could--before attempting to pull you off into a certain direction.

“Oh! Ah--but my grandmother isn’t with me.” you told the fish sadly, “I can’t just use my magic to explore without her...” The fish only became more panicked, and you quickly got the gist of what she might be worried about.

“What? There’s a merman stuck in some nets?” you hesitated for a moment. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, and you had a dagger with you for moments like this--but you really shouldn’t be going swimming unsupervised...

“Alright, I’ll come, but we can’t spend too much time or I might blot...” you stood up, and closed your eyes.

“[I am the Ocean].” You whispered, and in the next second you dove deep into the water.

Your affinity with water magic was obvious because of your lineage. Your unique magic was different in that it allowed you to turn your whole body into water. At a young age, it was impressed upon you how important it was that you learnt your limits and refined your control. Not only were you battling against overblot, but you were also battling with the possibility that you might accidentally disperse yourself into the water, and be unable to turn back.

You trained as much as you can, so at that point you had been able to maintain your magic for a couple of minutes.

Because your whole body turned into water, you were nearly invisible underwater--the only clue that you were there was because your clothes were still on you.

You followed after the fish, and she took you past the reef, into a deeper part of the ocean that you hadn’t explored before.

“--Hngh!” you heard a loud, crying sound and you immediately began to swim faster.

“Admit it Azul,” the voice seemed to be talking to himself. “no one is going to come save you. Even the fish from earlier just turned on it’s tail and swam away...” As you turned the corner, you caught sight of an octopus mermaid--who looked about your age--caught up in a large net.

“Huh? You’re back?” the octopus mermaid moved underneath the netting once he caught sight of the fish, then he scampered back once he saw your floating clothes. “Wha--what the? Did you bring a ghost to kill me?” the mermaid wailed, and you would’ve giggled if you could. You swam closer, and pulled the knife from your thigh. The octopus mermaid screamed in response, and moved away in a frantic manner--only to get tangled in the nets further.

“You really want me dead?” the mermaid cried.

You shot a desperate look at the fish, who began to chirp at the merman.

“Huh? It’s a person?” the mermaid turned his head, his violet eyes squinted. “she can turn into water...?” you moved your hands into an ‘okay’ sign, but judging from the way his gaze didn’t move meant that he probably couldn’t see it. “So she’s going to use the dagger to cut me out...?”

You decided to reach forward for one of his hands. He originally flinched, but he let you lace your fingers around his. You tightened your hold briefly, and hoped that it was enough.

‘I won’t hurt you. Not now, not ever.’

“T-Thank you.” he mumbled out, and you couldn’t help but smile. You then let go of his hand and began to cut through the rope.

‘I hope I have enough magic to last...’

As you cut through the last of the ropes, you could feel the way your magic flickered. There’s a sudden gasp from the mermaid, and you realized that your hands were now visible. You clenched your jaw tightly, one of the ropes was particularly difficult, and the mermaid called out worriedly.

“Hey--will you be okay?” you ignored him as you worked through the last ropes, even if your vision dimmed. As you finally freed him, your hands shook, and your mouth slipped open. You gulped in a lot of water, and began to panic--and so does the mermaid.

“Oh no! Why--?” the mermaid cried, “what do I do?” you hear him ask the fish as you lose your consciousness. You felt his arms wrapped around yours as he tried to propel himself up to the surface.

“Come on Azul, you need to be fast for once!”

"So, I definitely get a free meal, right?” you peered at Azul. “Best friend perks, right?”

“... Fine.” Azul grudgingly said. You were--perhaps--one of the only people who Azul couldn’t say no to. You cheered happily in response, as your classmates called you out for being unfair.

He couldn’t help the fond smile that grows on his face as you laughed happily.

That day that you saved him--almost at the cost of your life too!--despite not knowing who he was...

Then the way you stuck around and befriended him, long before he had found any confidence in himself...

That you had seen him--at what he considered--was his most terrible state and thought nothing of it...

‘My debt to you is greater than even the ocean.’ he thought, however unlike any other time when thinking of his debts made him feel terrible--he was only filled with the desire to make sure he paid you back properly for all your kindness.

He had once told you about how much he owed you, but you dismissed it immediately.

‘Azul, you’re my oldest and best friend.’ you had told him, sincerity shimmered in the depths of your eyes. ‘You don’t owe me anything--besides back then, you saved me too, yeah?’

You would have to agree to disagree.

Even if he had saved your life too--it could not compare to how you saved him.

You had no idea how much you actually saved him... how much your friendship meant to him.

Azul could feel his tears stream down his face as managed to get you onto the beach of the island that the fish said was your home.

“Stupid Azul.” he frantically murmured to himself, “of course you managed to hurt the one person who cared to save you.” When he leant closer, he couldn’t tell if you were breathing or not and he was beginning to panic.

“Oh no, oh no oh no.” He sobbed loudly. “Please don’t die. Please don’t die. I don’t even know your name. I want to be your friend. I’ve never had a friend before--what do I do?” he cried. He heard irritated chirps, and when he turned his head, he noticed that the fish from earlier had followed him.

“Shake her.” the fish said. He did so, but you didn’t respond. “Tilt her chin and head back.” He did, and he heard you sputter, as water escape your mouth. You began to cough roughly, and you wearily opened your eyes to meet Azul’s.

“You... saved me...” you wheezed.

“Of course I did!” Azul wailed, “you saved me!”

You let out a laugh, before you began to cough again.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, give... me a moment...” you wheezed. He gave you a moment to breath, his tentacles curled around him nervously.

“Well, that was an experience.”

“Please don’t shake it off just like that.” he whimpered, “that was traumatizing.”

“Yeah sorry. I didn’t mean it.” you said with a wince. “... So what do we do now?”

“I... I don’t know.” Azul confessed.

“Then... shall we be friends?”

“R-really? You want to be friends with a useless octopus?”

“I’d love to be friends with you.” you frowned at him, “and you’re not useless. You saved my life. You couldn’t have done that if you were useless.” Azul wanted to argue, but you quickly moved on.

“So what’s your name?” you asked him.

“A-Azul... Azul Ashengrotto.”

“I’m [Name] [Surname].” you smiled as you stuck your hand out, pinky extended. “Let’s be friends for life Azul!”

He looked at your hand then back up at your face.

“What am I supposed to do?” he asked.

“You stick your pinky out, and...” you twisted your pinky with his, and his face flushed red at the sensation of your skin against his. Earlier, it had just felt like holding hands with a current moving the opposite way of the ocean...but your hand was warm. “Like this. We make a promise we can’t break!”

“What promise?” he gulped, and you only giggled. His face reddened in response. Your giggle was cute.

“That we’ll be friends for life Azul!”

“I... I’d like that...” he giggled too, and you beamed brightly.

“Azul, you’re finally smiling!”

You leant your cheek against your palm as you watch Azul run Mostro Lounge.

“Oh? You look deep in thought.” Your eyes flickered up to meet Jade’s eyes.

“Hm. Just thinking about how much Azul has changed.” you said, a proud smile spread on your face. “I’m... really happy for him. I think he’s found the pace he should go at...and look at him do so well.” Jade turned to Azul, and saw him bark orders at a huffing Floyd. His lips curled up in response.

“Yes. He truly has changed a lot.” Azul turned his head to see the two of you eyeing him with identical smiles. His brow twitched lightly, before he approached you two.

“Jade, I need you on Table Eight.” Jade bowed elegantly, and shot you a quick wink before he walked off.

“What were you talking about?”

“Just how amazing you are.” you said so nonchalantly, and gleefully watched his face turn red.

“Y--you!” He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Please do not lie.” You giggled in response, before you gestured for him. to sit beside you. Azul did so and as he turned to you--you gave him a gentle smile. This time when he blushed, it reached his ears.

“I wasn’t lying Azul... I’m really happy for you. As someone whose watched you for a long time... I’m happy for how much you’ve grown. It makes me proud of you.” you sighed as you laced your fingers, “it makes me feel like you don’t need to rely on me anymore... It’s a little sad.”

“No.” he replied quickly, and you looked up surprised. Azul wasn’t meeting your gaze, but you could see his pale skin turn a bright crimson.

“I will always rely on you.” he met your gaze, “knowing that your eyes are on me... It makes me want to keep improving.” Your eyes widened, before they softened once more.

“Mhm. Then I’ll keep on being someone you can rely on.” You raise your pinky, and with a soft laugh he raised his hand to link his pinky with yours.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Extra A/N:

So... I had fun with this. I thought it would be much more interesting if I mixed and matched up the princesses and villains.

Honestly, I genuinely got super into making the Garden Academy. I debated whether or not to include Alice, Nala, Megara, Anna and Elsa--but I chose not to. THOUGH I did end up giving them House Names and values haha. In the end, I settled with the Twelve Disney Princesses. Here’s a link to some notes I have for the Garden Academy and it’s houses!

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alirhi · 3 years ago

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FINALLY!

Y'all, I am so happy this story finally got to this point! 😁🥰

Title: Winter's Frost Chapter: 13/? Fandom: MCU Rating: R to be on the safe side Pairing: Loki/Bucky Summary: Loki never told anyone the real reason he became so obsessed with Midgard. Much better to let them think he wanted to hurt his brother than draw their attention to the one thing in the universe that makes the God of Mischief truly vulnerable. WARNINGS: violence, murder, the fun stuff XD Notes: They're back together! ...sorta lol

"I want you to know I was against this." Those were the first words out of Loki's mouth as his brother approached him. Oddly enough, they were the first words out of Thor's mouth, as well, at the same time. They both stopped, stared at each other for a long moment, and then Thor chuckled and Loki shook his head.

"I don't need your help."

"Heimdall thinks you do."

"He underestimates me." Crossing his arms, Loki smirked at his adoptive brother and took a calm, deliberate step back when Thor moved forward. "You all do."

"I'm beginning to learn that," Thor agreed with a wry smile. "When did you learn to cast solid doubles?"

"I've done it before, you just didn't notice." He gestured toward the bunker; it was hidden from view by a hill between the brothers and it, but Loki had scouted the area while he was waiting and knew where it was. "Let's get this over with, shall we?"

His brother was staring at him again. When he huffed and demanded why, the witless wonder had the audacity to ask, "All this over a human?"

He almost marched over to him and put a knife to his throat, but even angry, Loki wasn't stupid. Every once in a while, Thor's one brain cell would fire off with some actual intelligence, and he wouldn't risk being in easy grabbing range if that happened again. Hands shaking from the overwhelming urge to do some serious bodily harm to his idiot brother, he growled, "You nearly gave up your life for a woman you don't even know. I challenge you to find anyone in the cosmos with less right to judge me!"

"I'm not judging, brother." Thor shrugged a little. "I'm confused. Why did you never mention him, in all this time?"

"If I haven't spoken of him to you in nearly seventy years, what in the name of Odin's good eye makes you think I would do so now?" He turned and started marching over the hill, snapping over his shoulder, "If you're going to help, help. Otherwise, stay out of my way. Anything between me and my Sergeant dies today."

"I didn't know you were capable of such devotion to anyone but yourself."

Ugh. He was still talking? "As usual, brother, that's because you don't pay attention."

"To be honest, I always thought you would end up with Sigyn."

He couldn't help smirking a bit at that. "I have. We married in a little grove on Vanaheim five hundred years ago."

"So you're abandoning your wife?!"

"Monogamy isn't the only path, Thor." Loki rolled his eyes, picking up the pace a bit when he noticed his brother getting too close to him. "Sigyn has never been the jealous type." He paused, and added with a slight edge to his voice, "In fact, if I can remain free long enough to ever see her again, I think she and the Sergeant will get on."

Thor paused as well, mercifully remaining just out of easy reach. "Why do you keep calling him that? It's not as though Heimdall hasn't already told me his name."

"Because he's not James," he explained with an annoying crack in his voice. "If I can't get him out of there, he may never be again." And honestly... I love them both.

They resumed walking, and Loki had about half a second to think he might actually have a moment's peace before the massacre ahead... And then Thor opened his mouth again. "So how did attempting to blow up Jotunheim serve-"

"Do you never tire of the sound of you own voice?! I did, a thousand years ago!"

"Tire of my voice, or your own?"

With a growl, he stopped dead and spun to face the idiot, only growing angrier when he saw the irreverent grin on Thor's dopey, bearded face. Once again squashing down the urge to stab or strangle him, Loki snapped, "I'll see you inside. Or not." And then he simply teleported the rest of the way, leaving Thor to run after him or leave; either option suited Loki just fine.

As he was gleefully tearing humans apart in the bunker a few minutes later, he heard pounding on the door and rolled his eyes. So, Thor hadn't left. Well, if he ever got inside, perhaps he could help clean this mess up.

One of the enormous metal doors nearly took him out as it flew across the facility. Hastily jumping back out of the way, he watched it mow down four blindsided HYDRA operatives and blinked. "Well." With his usual cocky smirk, he nodded to Thor. "Nice of you to join the fun."

When there was no response to his taunting, he was a bit disappointed... until he followed his brother's horrified gaze and saw the pods lined up in a semicircle in the next room. "What the...?"

There were six of them, each with a man or woman seemingly unconscious within. Loki paced the room, taking in and quickly dismissing in turn each face; none were the one he was looking for.

He stopped at the fourth chamber and felt his heart shatter as he pressed his hands to the glass. "Sergeant..."

While the others were seated nude in their chambers, Bucky had been frozen standing, still in the outfit Loki had come to think of as his harness and muzzle. It was so clear at a glance, just from how they were treated while frozen, that all the others were there voluntarily, and Bucky was a prisoner.

"That's him?" When Loki nodded, Thor placed a surprisingly gentle hand on his shoulder and urged, "Stand back."

"You can't just break him out!"

Both Gods turned to face the source of this new voice. A trembling, agitated man in a white lab coat who reeked of fresh urine and fear was gesturing wildly. "This equipment is delicate! Without the proper procedures-"

Loki appeared directly in front of him and gripped him by the front of his shirt; he wanted to grip him by the throat, but restrained himself. "Will it harm him?"

"Yes."

He searched the man's eyes for a moment, until he was sure the wet, shivering weasel was telling the truth, and then he shoved him toward the control panel. "Then begin the procedures."

"But-"

"Wake him!" There was something so satisfying about pressing the point of a dagger into the base of someone's spinal column. Loki smiled, looking directly into those wide, terrified brown eyes, and added more pleasantly, with a little extra pressure on the blade, "Please, doctor. And do be a dear and ensure he wakes safely, with no ill effects, won't you?"

"Y-Yes... Of course."

"You're a monster, brother." Despite his harsh words, there was nothing but amusement in Thor's tone, and his expression when Loki glanced at him. "He's already soiled himself."

Loki shrugged, still smiling pleasantly at his hostage as the man's hands flew over the controls. "Fear can be quite a powerful motivator. Wouldn't you say, doctor?"

"Y-y-yes, sir." With a desperate glance at him, and then at the pod, he told the brothers, "I-it will take a few minutes. When the glass lifts, be ready to catch him."

"Thor."

"See?" With a grin, he turned toward the frozen assassin, waiting. "You did need my help!"

"He's only human; I can lift him easily."

"Yes, but you've got the other one to babysit."

He glanced at the trembling scientist and nodded somewhat absently. That was true; inconvenient, but true. Thor would never have the stomach to do what must be done next, so he'd have to be the one to catch Bucky. As the glass began to lift, Loki asked, "Once he's out, is there anything else that needs to be done?"

"Th-the machine-"

"Not to control him!" Watching the man flinch and cower, he sighed and lowered his voice. "For his health, sir. Are there any ill effects on his wellbeing from that chamber?"

"Not that we've noticed."

Not that you care about, Loki corrected silently, rage boiling over again. "Good." If there were any ill effects, he would simply have to deal with them the best he could when they arose. Bucky was in Thor's arms now; with no further use for him, Loki drove his dagger through the doctor's spine, angling up to get as many organs as he could in one go, as well.

"Loki!"

"If you knew what I know," he told his angry brother calmly as he removed the knife, made it disappear, and dropped the body, "you'd hardly mourn him. Any of them." He marched over to where Thor was laying Bucky across a table, desperate to be near his love even if he wasn't awake yet. "And I did warn you."

"You truly believe there's no chance there's a single innocent soul in this building?"

With an icy look that made the other man shiver, Loki growled, "The only innocent in HYDRA is lying before you, brother. The rest are monsters, and every last one is marked for death."

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tsukiprotranslations · 6 years ago

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[Translation] Machine Elements - Cast Presentation: Growth

Have you ever read something so wonderful that you cried?? That’s how I felt when I was reading the Growth profiles XD I hope that everyone feels the greatness that is behind their lore from my translations ^^

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Under the cut, enjoy~!

ETO KOKI

“Before everything gets buried by the sand… I don’t want to give up on the possibilities!”

PROFILE:

NAME: Eto Koki

GUILD: Growth (※Guildmaster)

BASE: Greenery Valley

☐ Beyond the desert lies a green valley at the end of the Eastern Continent. He is the only son of the Chief who leads the villagers. The Chief’s clan is originally a direct descendant of an old royal family that has since collapsed during ancient times. The villagers are all descendants of the old clan in one way or another. As proof of the royal bloodline, all the members of the Chief’s direct family have wonderful blond hair.

☐ The Chief’s family has, for generations, traveled around the world together with their trusted friends once they have come of age. The final goal of this excursion was to earn the title of [Craftsman] in order to preserve the Guild’s qualifications. However, there is also the implication that it is done in order to broaden the knowledge they have.

☐ Koki was also supposed to go on this journey but, in order to protect the valley that’s rapidly being eroded by the desert, he added [the Investigation of the Ruins] to their original journey’s purposes. Together with his guild members, Kensuke, Ryota, and Mamoru, the three of them form the Archaeological Research Team.

COMMENT:

To those who are meeting us for the first time and to those who are not, how do you do?

I’m Growth’s Eto Koki. In this time’s stage play, Growth goes out on a grand journey that will move the world. Completely different from the place where we’re living, there are deserts and canyons, valleys, and savannas, big cities and even small mountain villages… We will visit various places, go to different ruins, and meet new people. “Journey” is the theme of Growth’s music. Being able to reach undiscovered places, learn new things, and grow will be a part of what we’ll aim for in our real lives as well.

Now then, shall we go on this grand adventure together?

YAEGASHI KENSUKE

“It’s because things can get unpredictable that makes it fun, right? ♪”

PROFILE:

NAME: Yaegashi Kensuke

GUILD: Growth

BASE: Greenery Valley

☐ He is from the family of the once renowned (royal) elite guards. He has great physical skills, perfecting his martial arts whenever he has the chance. He’s the one to rely on the most when things get rough.

☐ He loves taking afternoon naps so it seems like he has a lot of favorite places to nap in around the Ruins. Though, the only people who know of all of those places are the Growth members.

☐ Since he can be a little sketchy sometimes, he is able to face anything. Normally, he faces them with a smile and he doesn’t falter in the face of adversity. One could say that, among Growth members, he is the one with the strongest mental fortitude.

☐ When he went to the Commercial City of Seiryuu, the Blue Dragon, he met SolidS’ Dai. Little did they expect that this meeting would hold more meaning in the future.

COMMENT:

Good afternoon~! I’m Growth’s Yaegashi Kensuke!

When the rehearsal’s schedule was decided, my first reaction was “Oh! It’s here, it’s here, it’s here finally!!” As a guy, the scenes where we’re moving around a lot really made me feel excited (laughs)! The training room was full of guys so, in a good way, I felt so much at ease. But, instead of just enjoying it, I never hesitated to ask for advice at places I felt like I needed to work on. Even the director said that we’re moving along well! (I’m so grateful!)

Dreams and hopes are woven together in a lot of ways so please, do come and see it!

SAKURABA RYOTA

“My calculations are perfect, got it?”

PROFILE:

NAME: Sakuraba Ryota

GUILD: Growth

BASE: Greenery Valley

☐ A young man who is a family member of the once Prime Minister to the royal family. His temperament is one inherited from his blood-line. Being a part of the Chief’s clan… He won’t forgive anyone who goes against Koki. On the other hand, he possesses a hard-to-grasp sensitivity, and shows an awkward kindness a lot of times. He is impartial in a lot of ways; being harsh to himself as harsh as he is to other people.

☐ He is very knowledgeable and diligent. Since they come from an old royal family, he is especially interested in the planet’s history. His deepest desire is to be able to unfold the mysteries of human history.

☐ He loves art and music and so, the place he admires so is the Art City of Rikugo, the Cosmos. It is not something he wishes to mention himself but, he thinks deep inside that if they could visit it while on their journey, it would be very wonderful. By the way, the members know of his wish and so they’ve written [The place he really wants to go to] in their journey’s destinations.

COMMENT:

Good afternoon. I’m Growth’s Sakuraba Ryota.

This time, Growth will be going on a journey that triggers an event that will change the world drastically. From there, we will be stepping on the mysteries history… Or, that’s how we want to move the audience.

I am still surprised every single time but, I will do my best to continue on this journey while my heart dances with excitement.

I was excited to work with all the units and I tried my best to communicate with all of them. There are also mysterious people and topics going on there. I felt like there were a lot of great discoveries, too (laughs).

FUJIMURA MAMORU

“Yes, you’re right, Kou-kun. I’ll… do my best, too!”

PROFILE:

NAME: Fujimura Mamoru

GUILD: Growth

BASE: Greenery Valley

☐ A young man who was raised in Greenery Valley. His real birthplace is actually the Art City of Rikugo. When his peddler parents left the city and were headed to Greenery Valley, they got caught in a huge landslide and couldn’t move anymore. The young man forced himself to go to the Valley and managed to live there.

☐ Being unfamiliar with the village, he was taken under the care of the Chief. Since then, he has since felt a sense of obligation towards the Chief’s family.

☐ Because of that, he was raised together with the Chief’s only son, Koki. Since Koki is only a few years younger than he is, he adores and treats him like a younger brother. (Though, there are rumors that it is actually Mamoru who is being taken care of by Koki.)

☐ He possesses a mysterious instinct that helps guide the others to the whereabouts of a certain ruin. He unexpectedly opened a door in a strange ruin that released the [SPIRITS]. He was also the perpetrator of accidentally making them re-surface. “I’m so sorry!!”

COMMENT:

I’m Fujimura Mamoru who’s so relieved that he still has work this time~♪

… Wait, I feel like there are people who already don’t know what this joke is about? (bitter smile)

But, being able to say that means that I’m doing well with having continued work.

At least let me say my gratitude, yeah! I’m Fujimura Mamoru who was a former NEET before our unit debuted!

The fact that I can be standing on stage while basking in the spotlight means that I didn’t throw my life away, right~?

… Wait, this is getting off-topic (laughs).

This time, I play a member of Growth who lives not in the Valley of the Wind this time but… in a valley surrounded by greenery.

I leave the Eastern Continent together with my fellow members Kou-kun, Ken-kun, and Ryo-kun and we go on a wonderful journey!

Er… Um, isn’t this a fitting song for Growth?! And so, please don’t hesitate to listen to Growth’s songs after leaving the theater so your memories stay fresh.

――― We passed a long and distant time. Continuing to receive love from people and giving love back to everything.

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