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miriamladyvoid · 4 months ago

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My ask: The Valentine's event sounds amazing, I want to participate too! So I'll make my order (I hope it doesn't sound too gringe) Silver I finally found you! ♡ I-I hope this doesn't sound too sudden on my part; but this Valentine's Day as a sign of my great admiration for your skills as a future knight, I have made this entire collection of drawings inspired by you ੈ✩‧₊��(I hand him several drawings of Silver in the middle of his training with the sword)*ೃ༄ I hope you like them. And if you have time, maybe I can invite you to a coffee, you know, like a d-date; I look nervously at the floor.

𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝐹𝑒𝒷𝓇𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓎 - 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇

Uh oh, I kinda misinterpreted it as you giving him the gift during his practice- hope you don’t mind!

~♡!

For a little while, he was caught off guard by your statement. He rubbed his back sheepishly before slightly bowing down.

“I apologise that you had to make such an important statement when I’m in such an unsightly state.”

Well, You caught him during his training after all. His hair was slightly messy, his cheeks were tainted with a blush (although not anymore just from physical work), his clothes were a bit dishevelled and two of the buttons of his uniform were undone.

Some would call it unsightly, but for you, it was absolutely hot

He quickly wiped his hands from sweat and put his gloves on, before taking the drawings and examining them carefully.

“Father once said that while someone’s hand chooses a sword as an effective weapon, some hands choose ink and paper, with great talent and work, they achieve feats far greater than those who wield steel. At that time, I did not understand why I was told to protect them with my sword, but I do now.”

His smile had no reason to be this warm and enchanting for someone with such great physical combat abilities.

“Thank you for your gift. I truly appreciate your efforts and I am looking forward to seeing your artistic potential flourish even more, with time.”

With care, he put the papers between the books in his schoolbag before turning back to you.

Soft sunrays seemed to seep through his shining hair as he smiled at you. A gust of warm breeze whispered something about the beautiful future when a bird holding a little violet in its beak sat on Silver’s shoulder.

“Ah, thank you.” He accepted the precious gift with gratitude and stretched the hand holding it in your direction.

“Although I will need to ask you to excuse my rudeness. I feel obliged to make you happy and to offer you protection. No matter how I look at it, I should be the one asking you to spare me some of your time.”

He took a few steps closer. Those steps were soft on a grass carpet.

“Would you do me the honour of going on a date with me, y/n?”

The original publication and writing belongs to @aviagax (Post recovered) 02/02/23

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aquz · 2 years ago

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AVIAGAX DEACTIVATED??? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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pinkskytwst · 2 years ago

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oh I almost forgot lol. Look @love-thanatopsis and @aviagax I wrote an angst! This is for breaking my heart all the time with your amazing writing! </3

REPLACEABLE

One-sided Kalim/Jamil. Hints of Kalim/Jamil/Prefect

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Since he was old enough to comprehend what the words meant, Kalim knew he was replaceable.

He was the eldest of his siblings but he had more than thirty to take his place should something ever happen to him. The Scalding Sands’ prince might have been his cousin – and therefore technically placed him in the line of succession – but Yasmeen had eleven siblings of his own and even if the worst happened, one of his little brothers or sisters would have easily been able to take the throne with little fuss.

Kalim knew he was replaceable, and he was okay with that.

His parents loved him and his father was always smiling even when he rarely got to spend much time with him outside of training to take over the family business and name. His siblings cared for him – or at least he hoped they did – and he had decided long ago that he didn’t want to live his life in constant fear and suspicion of those around him.

If he got sick often while at home when he wasn’t able to eat Jamil’s food, well he simply had a delicate constitution.

If the times that he was successfully kidnapped happened on the watch of the guards he trusted and grew up with, well no one could be aware and perfect at all times. It was simply a coincidence that one of the guards, Rishid, happened to have been the one watching him that day and Rishid had recently been spending more time around his father’s fifth wife, Muneera, who’s daughter was the eldest of his siblings. Rishid, had known him since he was a boy and had taught him how to swim. Rishid would never hurt him.

Kalim was replaceable and that was okay…but the thought of just who might want to harm him hurt.

So, he didn’t think about it.

If he didn’t think about it and continued to trust and do his best for the family and business then even when someone succeeded at killing him, it might not hurt as much.

Because Kalim was alright with being replaceable.

What Kalim was not alright with, was others thinking JAMIL was replaceable.

Kalim had never known a world where Jamil wasn’t at his side. Where the dark haired boy wouldn’t be there to hold his hand when he felt alone in large crowds, or catch him when he would stumble over awkward feet. He was the singular anchor in the sandstorm that sometimes felt like his life.

When studies that were too far above his level made him want to cry – because would even his parents see him as replaceable if he didn’t measure up? – Jamil would help him through it. He would sit at his side with more patience than even his highly paid tutors and used explanations that actually made sense to him. Jamil would read to him aloud so he wouldn’t be forced to read more of the endless legal texts and tiny print that made his head hurt after long hours pouring over them. Jamil would give him soft words of encouragement when it felt like too much.

Jamil was trained to fight men three times their size but Kalim was more in awe in the way he moved when he danced. So fluid and confident, free and with an energy that filled Kalim’s chest and made his heart ache with the need to express just how much he admired his best friend. How he could so easily learn subjects after a single explanation. How he could see hidden threads in the world around them, knew how to skillfully walk them like a tightrope as he balanced the precarious position he lived in.

And it was precarious.

Kalim might not have understood when they were little. Didn’t know that Jamil wasn’t always at his side because he chose to be but because he was chosen to be.

He learned.

He learned the first time Jamil’s newly appointed task of ‘taste tester’ had sent his friend to the floor in convulsions, lips blue and eyes clouded over in pain and fear.

He learned that ‘taste tester’ didn’t mean that he was checking for the quality of the dish.

‘Taste tester’ meant Jamil was a last defense. A sacrifice to take the dangers against Kalim for himself.

Because, to the rest of the world, Jamil was an acceptable loss if it meant keeping Kalim alive.

If Kalim was replaceable, Jamil was even more so.

It wouldn’t even be that drastic of a change, after all, since Jamil had a little sister Najma. Surely Kalim could enjoy her company as much. She was a Viper too. She had promise and could be trained like Jamil.

No one would care if the change had to be made. It wouldn’t even register as more than an annoying change in schedule.

But Jamil wasn't replaceable.

Not to Kalim.

He didn’t understand how anyone could look at Jamil, look at how talented and amazing he was, at all he could do and all he could become with his own abilities alone and not because of his family, and not understand the tragedy that would be his death.

Kalim didn’t want to live in a world where Jamil wasn’t there.

Kalim’s world would end if Jamil wasn’t there.

Because Jamil wasn't replaceable.

Not like Kalim.

But Kalim was powerless.

For those two weeks as he refused to move from Jamil’s bedside and cling to his still hand, he had never realized just how powerless he truly was.

He could have anything he wanted but what he wanted more than anything was for Jamil to be safe and happy.

But he had no control over that. Not yet at least. Not until he was the head of the family. Not until he took over for his father and was able to make changes.

He had to wait because, unlike Jamil, everything impressive about him came from his name. His station.

He swore to the Seven, that if they would help save Jamil, help him wake up from a coma that had been meant for HIM, that he would use every ounce of that power to change things. He would use it all to free Jamil, to ensure he would never have to be forced into anything he didn’t want to be, ever again. He would give Jamil everything he had if he would just wake up.

When Jamil’s eyes finally, weakly, fluttered open, Kalim sobbed so hard in relief he almost threw up and it was only Jamil letting him curl up in the bed beside him that soothed him enough to calm down.

From then on Kalim did everything he could to show Jamil how much he appreciated him. How much he loved him.

He complimented him anytime that Jamil did something that amazed him – which was always – and he made sure that told his parents as often as possible just how good Jamil was at protecting him, at making food, at everything that could possibly want him to do. He never wanted them to question if Jamil was good enough, if he could be thrown away or replaced. If he made sure his parents knew that Jamil was the best then maybe they would do what they could to keep him safe too.

If they knew how happy Jamil made Kalim, they wouldn’t risk losing him.

It was just a coincidence that Muneera admitted suddenly to having used the poison that had nearly killed Jamil, leading to her being jailed and divorced. It was a coincidence that Rishid came clean about his affair with the woman and was fired. Kalim’s sister and brothers by the fifth wife weren’t blamed, but they made sure to avoid them anytime Jamil was with him.

It was a coincidence that, only a couple months before, Jamil had secretly learned his Unique Magic Snake Whisper, having murmured the fact to Kalim one night in a moment of rare eagerness and pride.

It was a coincidence and even if it wasn’t Kalim would never blame Jamil for anything.

There wasn’t anything that Jamil could do that Kalim wouldn’t forgive him for.

Because Kalim was replaceable, but Jamil wasn’t.

When Jamil was accepted into Night Raven College, Kalim was relieved and excited for his friend.

It would mean that the other teen wouldn’t be constantly in danger. Wouldn’t have to hold himself back like Kalim knew he did. Kalim knew Jamil better than anyone, it was impossible to miss what all his dearest person did to keep himself in the shadows. To be as innocuous as possible and ignored.

All he did to survive.

Maybe at Night Raven College he would be safe.

Kalim was sad, of course, to be away from the other. It was like a hole had been carved into his heart. Like he was missing a part of him, and for the first two weeks it was near impossible to sleep.

He texted his friend daily and he tried to ignore the hurt that came when they were never even read let alone returned.

It was alright, Jamil was safe and probably busy. Kalim was happy for him. He hoped that Jamil enjoyed school. Hoped he would tell him all about it when he came home for holidays. What it was like to be around other kids their age that weren’t warned by their parents to be nice to them. To not live in a home where ‘taste testers’ were needed.

It was almost a month and a half after Jamil had gone off to school that an assassin got past Kalim’s guards.

Kalim managed to be healed without a scar, but it was the closest anyone had gotten in years, and his father decided he had to try and do something about them.

In the meantime Kalim would be sent to Night Raven College to be with Jamil.

The news made the attack and injuries absolutely worth it in Kalim’s eyes, and his eagerness left him in a flurry of energy while he planned and helped his father set up the funding for a rebuild of the Scarabia dorm that he would be joining.

It was Jamil’s dorm, after all, where else would he go?

When he finally saw Jamil again when they arrived at the school he didn’t even attempt to hold himself back as he all but flew at the taller teen, throwing his arms around him and feeling the poisonous anxiety in his lungs finally start to seep away.

He was with Jamil again, where he belonged, and things would be okay.

If Jamil was perhaps just the slightest bit colder than he used to be, Kalim chocked it up to the separation and having settled in with new friends. Friends that Kalim was excited to meet! Anyone that could appreciate Jamil was a good person in his book!

He didn’t really get why he was placed as Housewarden, but if it meant one less thing for Jamil to have to worry about he would do his best. He wasn’t as good at organization as his father but he tried. He wanted Jamil and his new friends to be happy. To be able to enjoy their school life.

The dorm was not really what he would have chosen for himself – they were all very focused and diligent and more serious than what he though was good for them – but he did his best to get along with everyone. He threw parties to help them destress from studying, tried to make sure that everyone was cared for or if they needed anything.

He knew Jamil liked cooking – even though the teen didn’t really like to admit to liking anything – so when Jamil started making all the food for the parties he thought it was just what the other boy wanted. If Jamil was cooking, then there wasn’t a risk of him being poisoned, after all. He would hardly blame him for not wanting to risk it.

It wasn’t like Jamil couldn’t have just made food for the two of them, though, and have others make the rest. Ghosts took care of a lot of the running of the school after all, and he knew they must help out the other dorms in similar ways too, so it never occurred to him that Jamil would take on all the responsibilities himself.

He just assumed that Jamil would delegate like Kalim’s father always taught him to.

He also didn’t understand why Jamil was holding back his grades.

If anyone knew how intelligent Jamil was, it was Kalim, but any time he brought it up Jamil would shrug it off or make an excuse.

Kalim praised him more, wanting to make sure his friend understood just how highly he thought about him. How much Jamil meant to him. How much he wanted to make a happy future for them. He would make sure Jamil never had to worry about anything ever again.

Jamil didn’t stop hiding his grades, but Kalim tried his best not to push him, just made to assure everyone that Jamil really was the smartest. He was the best and he didn’t want them to misunderstand his friend with how he was having to present himself.

As the second year began, however, Kalim was distracted by the appearance of the new Ramshackle Prefect.

Jamil seemed wary of them, but Kalim thought they were nice. Friendly and kind in a way that few people he knew were. They were like a balm and Kalim was grateful to become friends with them.

They didn’t know anything about his family after all, didn’t know anything about Jamil’s ‘position’ and therefore wouldn’t misjudge him. They seemed to like the both of them too! Which was nice!

Jamil, of course, didn’t show anything but a polite mask, but Kalim could tell that his friend didn’t mind the Prefect being around as much as some of the others.

It was great! Kalim could have more parties and invite the Prefect and Grim to join them and Jamil might even smile more. His real smiles, not the fake ones. He tried making sure Jamil knew that he liked the Prefect too and wanted them to be around more. He wanted Jamil to feel comfortable inviting them over himself if he wanted. He wanted Jamil to know he approved and liked the Prefect.

Coincidentally Kalim started losing track of time.

He would be somewhere, or doing something, usually talking or trying to find Jamil, and then he would be somewhere else. He didn’t understand and thought, perhaps he was studying too much.

The other Scarabia students started trying to stay away from him.

Kalim tried not to let it hurt, he had thought they were friends after all, but he was used to people playing nice because they had to and he wasn’t going to make them if they didn’t want to be around him.

Instead he hung around Jamil as much as possible and the Prefect whenever he could manage to pull them away from whatever the Headmage had them doing.

It wasn’t so bad, after all. He used to only have Jamil as his friend and now he had two. The Prefect never treated Jamil like he was less than Kalim.

Never saw him as replaceable.

For that alone Kalim would have done anything for the Prefect.

He began to lose more time, though.

A strange haze over his mind made it all feel a bit off but he couldn’t quite figure why and any time he tried to voice his thoughts it was as if his tongue had glued itself to the roof of his mouth.

Jamil stopped smiling at him.

Something in Kalim’s chest was hurting and he didn’t know why. His heart was aching for something to do something but he didn’t know what. His thoughts slipped away from him and many times there was a hint of a memory, of Jamil holding his chin.

Of glowing red eyes.

Kalim would forgive Jamil anything.

Kalim would give Jamil anything.

It never occurred to him that Jamil didn’t want anything from him.

That to Jamil, Kalim was no better than the rest of his family, than the rest of the world that saw him as nothing but a breathing shield.

Kalim didn’t understand how Jamil could possibly not see just how much Kalim loved him. How much he was willing to give for him.

Maybe he did.

Maybe Jamil didn’t care.

Kalim was replaceable, after all.

It only made sense that he would be replaceable to Jamil, too.

But Kalim would do anything for Jamil and even though Jamil didn’t want to admit it, Jamil cared for the Prefect. He wouldn’t want the Prefect to be hurt. Kalim didn’t want the Prefect hurt.

So, when Jamil, in the blinding rage of Overblot, turned on the one person that couldn’t be replaced in his heart, Kalim threw himself between them.

Kalim didn’t mind the pain. It was worth it if he could protect the Prefect. Protect who Jamil cared for.

He wondered if the fire in his veins was the same feeling that Jamil had suffered through for him in their youth. He hoped not.

It would be fitting if it was, though.

Kalim didn’t mind the poison if it would make up for how he had hurt Jamil.

He didn’t even notice when he had collapsed or when Jamil and the Prefect were at his side. He should have noticed, though, as being held so close and so gently by Jamil was the only thing he had ever truly wanted. He didn’t notice what had happened in between, though something obviously had.

Jamil was roughed up and bruised but no longer insane with blot and the Prefect was thankfully uninjured.

He was glad, he had finally done something right.

Jamil’s voice sounded wrong, though. He couldn’t understand it. Couldn’t understand any of the voices or yelling going on around him.

But Jamil’s voice sounded wrong in a way that tore at his heart and the expression on his face was one that Kalim had never seen before. He couldn’t comprehend what it meant for such a desperate and horrified expression to be worn by Jamil.

Had he failed? Had he managed to screw up again and cause Jamil even more pain after trying so hard to prevent it?

That’s not what Kalim had wanted!

Things really would have been better for Jamil if he never existed.

At least now, whatever it was that had upset Jamil, could be solved by the Prefect. The Prefect could take care of Jamil and make him happy. Could do what Kalim couldn’t.

Because in the end, Kalim had only ever been replaceable.

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I wanted to do an introspective on Kalim and this happened. :( I love my little sunshine. I want to give him all the cuddles. It's kind of an open ending? You can decide what happens on if Kalim survives or not and if anything develops between him, Jamil, and the Prefect.

Hope you like it! Tell me what you think. <3

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twsted-princess · 3 years ago

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Having been inspired by @aviagax's Savanaclaw vice dorm leader headcanons my brain forced me to create an oc so here's the starting point I guess.

Their name's gonna be Biju and they're a third year like Leona. The main inspiration is Bagheera from The Jungle Book!

(picrew linked here)

#my work #twisted wonderland

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dark-pink-fantasy · 1 year ago

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In process tags

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cupids-chamber · 1 year ago

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— THE CONCUBINE GAME EVENT !! ♡. Event info ; Before the release of the series in it's self, we will be holding an event in which YOU can send any requests for this series, and the characters in this au. (Certain character descriptions have yet to be made, will be out in a week or so)

Series masterlist | Support/Commission me on ko-fi !

ꕟ RULES/INFO ;

Includes Yuuka + Yuuken and RSA characthers.

You may send romantic/polyamorous requests.

You may send suggestive requests.

You cannot send yandere requests. (As the characters are written in a certain way for the plot, this does not include possessive behavior.)

You cannot send smut requests.

ꕟ EXAMPLES ;

This is how the requests should be sent.

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— taglist ♡ ; @corvids-treasure-box , @queerlordsimon , @treytheslay , @syl-lithy , @liris--noir , @dxmoness , @oogly-oogly , @ravenlking ,@sarah22447 , @merurishi , @gyarunie , @nerdy-simp-7120 , @bl00d-c0re , @islander-posts , @the-dumber-scaramouche , @lunavixia , @senpaiofotome , @sophiethewitch1 , @voasprofile , @dotster001 , @aviagax , @eriislost , @twst-writer , @the-fox-of-the-eclipse , @yandere-kou , @achy-boo , @deathbunnyluv , @despairingy-obsessed , @tiyoin , @mirai-in-the-headspace , @novaloptr , @rose-the-witch1 , @kazusardines , @silvery-stars-above , @aromantic-disaster , @alby-rei , @doomcandy , @shionin

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dark-pink-fantasy · 1 year ago

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Helloo 😃 im the anon that asked for starry-eyes-inc and aviagax old content a while ago and holy sh- i didnt think anyone would find any content! You are doing gods work 😭🙏 tysm!

Hi Hi, anon! I DO remember u! and when you sent in ur ask, I immediately got to work to find any scraps of their content! I didn't get 100% of it and I'm still trying to find more, but thank you for your kind words :3

i have been reblogging starry-eyes-inc and aviagax passively because I'm trying to focus my attention on @/ojouchann. when when I get to it, I'll see if I can make a masterlist for them in the future!

p.s. sorry to my followers who have their dashboards spammed with all my reblogs. :(

But again thank u for interacting with me! I love to hear your guys' opinions and thoughts! :) Also when you're looking for a certain deactivated user on this blog, they would be on the tags on my pinned masterlist.

#ask

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dark-pink-fantasy · 1 year ago

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Sorry, i think there was a misunderstanding with my last question lol 😅 i was asking how you find the deleted content? Ive tried to find it myself (from creators aviagax and starry-eyes-inc) and ive had no luck finding anything 😔

Ooohh no prob! usually what i do is that i find one post from the original creators ex starry-eyes-inc and look on reblogs. i go on the pages people who reblogged starry-eyes-inc's works and reblogged them all one by one.

it is a tedious process especially going through people's tumblr history and scrolling all the way back. but i actually have seen some of their works when on other people's blogs.

unfortunately, there isn't a easy way to find their works. so if you do use this method good luck! and ill add both of them on my ever growing list of twst blogs to reblog in the future. I'm currently working on panacea-wishes right now.

but if i do come across aviagax and starry-eyes-inc ill reblog them and tag them accordingly :)

#ask

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pinkskytwst · 2 years ago

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SYMBIOTES

Octavinelle - (Octatrio/Prefect Romantic Poly)

As often as the Prefect worked at Mostro Lounge, they spent just as much time in Octavinelle just hanging out or studying. They might have had one of the smartest and clever lovers in NRC at their beck and call, but that didn’t mean they could have Azul take their tests for them. That meant that when they weren’t spending time with the other first years in Ramshackle or various clubs, they could typically be found in Azul’s office – whether that be bent over the coffee table with stacks of text books or sprawled out on one of the couches together with Floyd and Grim enjoying a movie on their phone.

That night was study night, however, as a unit test was going to be given on not just Alchemy but also Potions and Astrology within the next couple of days. Alchemy and Potions were the easier of the two – even though they weren’t actually all that easy when they had to learn at least fifteen years of basic background knowledge that the other students all absorbed during grade school – but Astrology was the bane of their existence. It was vague and dependent on so many different variables that they had to understand at least ten different aspects of what they were trying to figure out before they could even begin to decode the answer.

What kind of subject made you figure out the QUESTIONS as well as the ANSWERS!?

It’s only saving grace was that they didn’t have to actually be able to use magic to do it and so their grade would be counted on it’s own merit instead of lumped in together with Grim like some of the other subjects.

It didn’t make it any easier to remember how this or that constellation could mean this or that influence on this or that kind of event but ONLY if these certain criteria were met and if the criteria wasn’t met it meant something COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. Not to mention you had to take the ‘star signs’, ‘sun signs’, and ‘moon signs’ of not only the person you’re seeing for but also YOUR OWN because of COURSE your celestial markers effect how the ‘messages’ could be read.

“Ugggggh.” They groaned, dropping their head onto their arms. “I feel like my brain melted and is going to leak out my ears.”

Jade glanced up from where he was seated across from them on the other sofa, legs crossed and poised as ever while the human felt like a withered gremlin that hadn’t seen the sun in years. His lips spread into an amused grin, but his eyes were rather soft as he set aside the books to reach out and pour the other a fresh cup of tea.

“Aw, does Koebi-chan need a cuddle brake?” Floyd teased from beside them on the floor where he was also using the coffee table for writing and the sofa behind them for a backrest.

Grim had long ago fallen asleep on his own book, stretched out and snoring softly. He was so cute and he had honestly been attempting to focus on studying for a while so the Prefect didn’t have the heart to wake him.

“I need a new brain.” They grumbled, allowing themself to be tugged closer and into Floyd’s lap, going limp and not even caring as their tactile lover had fun curling around their docile form. “Think Azul could make a deal with me for one? I don’t even need a luxury one, a discount brain would be better than what I’m working with now.”

Jade couldn’t help chuckling and slid the cup and saucer closer to the two for them to take.

“I apologize, angelfish, but our dear Azul isn’t in the business of human organ trafficking.” He said with ‘regret’ in his tone.

The Prefect peeked one eye open at him from where they were smooshed against Floyd’s shoulder.

“He’s in the business of NON-human organ trafficking?” they asked dryly, feeling Floyd cackle against the back of their neck.

Jade’s smile didn’t change but he didn’t answer the question either.

“Is there something that might help you besides tea?” he asked instead. “I wouldn’t mind making a snack. Azul should be getting back soon from club with Idia. Something to eat may be of benefit to your energy levels.” He said, checking his watch.

The Prefect just groaned again and nudged Floyd until they could move enough to reach out and take the drink and start sipping at the lightly steaming liquid.

“No, don’t think I can handle eating anything right now.” They admitted with a soft sigh, letting their head fall against Floyd’s shoulder once more. “I’ve been dealing with a headache since yesterday and it’s kind of making the thought of food the absolute worst right now.”

Jade’s brow furrowed at that and he stood to make his way around the coffee table and kneel beside them on the floor.

“You took medicine when you first arrived, though, yes?” he asked, though it was more confirming since he specifically remembered them asking for a soda to make the pills go down easier. “It has been at least two hours since then. It should certainly have worked to reduce your pain by now if not get rid of it completely.”

He reached out to brush some of their lover’s hair from their face and gently check their temperature with his wrist. Merfolk might have had lower body temperatures than humans but he was familiar enough with the Prefect’s normal vitals to know that if they had a fever it was a very small one.

“It’s alright, I’m pretty prone to headaches and migraines.” They admitted, leaning into his touch before draining the rest of the tea and letting Floyd set it back down on the table. “Stress can cause them, bright lights too. I’ll be alright after some sleep.” They assured the brothers.

“It is hardly alright if you’re in pain.” Jade pointed out firmly. “I know human bodies are not the same as merfolk but I doubt prolonged periods of pain are healthy.”

The Prefect shrugged a little. “There’s nothing really I can do about it. It probably won’t go away until after I’ve had a chance to chill and recover from the tests and I can’t exactly stop studying when I’m trying to keep my grades at an acceptable level.”

“Azul can make a potion for you.” Floyd said, his expression and tone missing the humor from before. “He’s like, the best at those besides maybe the seastar.”

Their lover shrugged slightly. “Yeah but I’ve had a few of those already and I don’t think I can take any more today.”

“What?” Jade said sharply, eyes narrowing. “You mean to tell me that you have consumed so many potions for pain that you can safely take no more and you DID NOT TELL US and proceeded to spend multiple hours here doing precisely what could make it WORSE?”

The Prefect blinked at the sudden vitriol in the eelmer’s voice along with the tension that had shot through Floyd’s hold on them.

“I mean, it’s really not that big of a deal. I have them all the time.” They insisted, nudging Floyd until the taller male reluctantly allowed them to stand, quickly following. “It’ll go away eventually and then-“

Jade’s hands snapped out to grab their arms just in time to catch them when they stumbled. The color drained from their face and the two instantly guided them to sit on the couch.

“Koebi-chan!” Floyd fretted, his hands worryingly gentle as he was always afraid he was going to accidentally harm their human when they were hurt or sick.

“Floyd, go get some water and a cold compress.” Jade said seriously, ignoring when the Prefect tried to wave their hands at them.

“Guys, stop, I’m fine!”

Of course, their words were undercut by the sudden, warm crimson that began trickling from their nose and over their lips.

Floyd made a strangled noise and vaulted over the back of the couch to hurry out towards the kitchen.

Jade’s eyes narrowed and he kept a supportive hand on their back while tugging a handkerchief from his pocket pressing it to their nose.

The Prefect blinked up at him a bit sheepishly.

“Okay, so maybe I over did it a little.” They said weakly, trying to joke off the intensity of the Vice-Housewarden but Jade’s gaze only hardened.

“I believe the word you were attempting to find is actually: ‘foolishly’ or perhaps ‘carelessly’.” He answered in a cold tone that made them flinch a little, a clear indicator that he was not going to be letting them off easily.

Thankfully, Floyd returned a moment later with a glass of water, a cold compress, and tissues that he quickly shoved onto his brother as he took their lover’s other side once more.

“Koebi-chan is in a lot of trouble.” He said darkly, though his hands unendingly gentle. “Koebi-chan should have told us they were feeling like shit.”

The Prefect gave a small, muffled sigh behind the handkerchief. “Sorry.”

A frustrated look flickered over Floyd’s face, however, and he made sure to support them as Jade began pulling out tissues to replace the silk that was already starting to bleed through. They repeated the apology again when they saw the expensive accessory now a red stained wad in their hand.

“It is a bit of fabric, dearest, nothing more. What is important is ensuring that you rest and recover.” He said firmly.

“Don’t apologize when WE should have noticed. We’re your symbiotes after all.” Floyd muttered angrily to himself.

“It’s really not your fault, guys.” They said softly.

“Floyd, if you don’t mind, please text Azul and notify him that we will be having a sleep over tonight and to return if he hasn’t already left the board games club.” Jade said, ignoring their words as they continued to help hold the tissues to their nose and then pass them the glass of water to sip at for a moment.

“Got it.” Floyd said, pulling out his phone with one hand and sending a quick message to their other lover while Jade gathered the Prefect into his arms.

“Please bring Grim as well once you’ve notified him. Angelfish will likely need something to eat that is easy on their stomach also if you would see to that while I settle them in our room.”

Floyd nodded, bustling around to do what his brother suggested as Jade carried the Prefect from the Lounge into the Octavinelle dorm proper and to the room that the twins shared.

“Aa…I’m kind of in trouble, aren’t I?” they muttered as Jade used his magic to open their door and carry them inside towards the large bed that had replaced the two twin ones that had originally been there.

“Dearest, you are our partner, not a child.” He said with a small sigh. “But, yes, you are indeed in trouble.”

The Prefect gave a small snort as he set them gently down on the bed and made sure they were steady enough to sit on their own before turning and starting to gather the extra sleep clothes for them that had ‘conveniently appeared’ for their first time staying the night. He helped them change out of the uniform, tossing them into the laundry basket to take care of later.

Jade was adept at removing blood from clothes now, after all.

“Be prepared for Azul to fuss and this time I will not be rescuing you.” He said mercilessly, earning a groan from them as he helped them move onto the bed better and sink into the plush pillows.

“Cruel, cruel fishie you are.” They lamented, still a bit muffled as Jade exchanged the tissue for a fresh one and checking the amount of blood before throwing it away.

“If I must be cruel to ensure that you learn to share with us when you are feeling poorly, then cruel I will be.” He gave a sharp smile, picking the compress he had brought along and placing it over their forehead. “Now, why don’t you tell me what exactly you’ve been experiencing and what you have taken before Azul arrives, hm? I would hate to interrupt his worried hysterics.”

They couldn’t help the small, smile that mirrored the warmth in their chest from just how much care and concern the three were showing. It grew even more when Floyd entered the room not long after with a groggy Grim hanging limply over his shoulder and a tray of food items. They didn’t even have time to properly get Grim settled beside them on the pillow before they heard swift footsteps and then the Prefect was being checked over by a fretful octomer.

Deciding that it was safer to indulge them, the Prefect just smiled fondly and let themself be taken care of.

They could worry about studying later.

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Written for Aviagax! Hope this helps with your study stress! <3

Hope you guys like it. <3

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sanctum-of-ramshackle · 2 years ago

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[OOC]: I write because originally, but not surprisingly, was from the cursed app called Wattpad and from that time I was into another fandom I feel ashamed of to this day.

*Glares at the FNAF community*

It felt cramped, less exciting, and not having much tools I need to express my work.

I wanted to see other things. Expanding my horizons than just writing, so I switched to Tumblr and I have to say, it may be the best decision for my creativity.

Now I have my main blog, secondary blog, and a secret one in which I’ll never reveal.

[Tagged!]:

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@luckyowl

@married-to-google-translater

@blues824

@tempvstas

@hanafubukki

@twsthoodstar

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@aviagax

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❦ 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖 ❦

At the beginning of the semester, my professor introduced Threshold Concepts from Naming What We Know: Threshold Concepts in Writing Studies. The point of this project was for us to see there are multiple sides to writing- there is always something to think about and how to think about it- encouraging us to reflect and dig deeper.

I wanted to share this project with everyone now that the semester has come to an end, this is going to be a “tag game” of sorts where we as writers can reflect on each concept or just one, what does it mean to you as a writer? Has this impacted your writing journey? Do you have any experiences?

This can be a short response or it can be long- it’s up you you, dear traveler. Once you make your response, tag 10 writers you know!

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1. Writing is a social and rhetorical activity

2. Writing speaks to situations through recognizable forms

3. Writing enacts and creates identities and ideologies

4. All writers have more to learn

5. Writing is (also always) a cognitive activity

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Tagging: @achy-boo @silpuppete @honey-milk-depresso @cupids-chamber @adrianasunderworld @miloticbish and anyone else who wants to participate!

#Sacred Reblog #Tag Game

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pinkskytwst · 2 years ago

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Octavinelle

Octatrio/Prefect (Yuu,MC,OC) Romantic Poly

One-sided Riddle/Prefect

SCHOOL UNITY: Heartslabyul

“This is workplace harassment, you know.”

Azul let out one of his dramatic gasps, gloved hand placed over his heart as if the Prefect had landed a mortal blow.

“How could you say such a thing, my pearl?” he asked with a liberal tone of offense that he had to internally fight to keep when their beloved human’s expression remained a very unimpressed and very dry glare. “I am a merfolk of my word and I would certainly never break a term of contract, especially for my dearest employee!”

“I never agreed to this.” They said pointedly, crossing their arms over their chest and refusing to cooperate with how Jade was attempting to take their measurements.

“Aa, but you also didn’t NOT agree to it.” Azul said smoothly, flashing a charming smile. “You see, angelfish, your work contract includes the requirement for the approved uniform to be worn each shift that you are to be paid for.”

“This isn’t the uniform! I already HAVE my uniform and it’s not…THIS!” they threw their hands up into the air in frustration.

“You do have a set of our common uniform, yes, but I have come up with a brilliant idea that will help us improve attendance and sales. For these special promotions the uniforms will be…unique.” He said cheerfully, clapping his hands together and ignoring the snickering from Floyd behind them.

“Koebi-chan is going to be even more adorable than usual!” he cackled from his place on the couch where he was flicking through various catalogues and fabric books. “I’ll have to squeeze you even more than normal to handle it!”

“Jade!?” they complained, tugging their arm away from the calmer tweel as he tried to measure their wrist and fingers. “Why are you okay with this? Isn’t it going to be a lot of work for you to make these things?”

“Perhaps,” he replied smoothly, though his eyes couldn’t hide the dark glee he was enjoying from seeing the prefect so flustered and defiant. “But I have found that sewing, while not my favorite hobby, does have it’s own sort of charm. Especially when I will have such a cute model.”

Azul couldn’t hide his chuckle when their lover groaned, dropping their head into their hands and trying to hide the faint blush on their cheeks. They had gotten somewhat used to the tweel’s form of flirting, but thankfully not completely. Thankful for the Octavinelle trio at least. Their blush really was lovely.

“Do not fret, my pearl, you will be compensated handsomely for your part in my sche-plans. If my projections are correct, you will be receiving a ten percent increase for the promotional shifts you work and if the outcome is greater then I will raise it accordingly.” He promised, knowing instantly that he had won them over.

Oh the stubborn human refused outright to let him take care of their living expenses – spouting some nonsense about not wanting the three to think they were with them for financial gain, as if Azul wasn’t willing to do it even if they were – but they wouldn’t argue against pay raises that were fair for work done.

The prefect’s shoulders sagged and they let their hands fall away to turn a pouting but resigned look up at him.

“Thirty percent.” They shot back.

“Fifteen.”

“Twenty-five and not a madol lower. I can see some of the sketches from here and if I’m going to be wearing that in front of the whole school then I’m going to get what I deserve.” They said stubbornly, not realizing that Azul had actually planned for at least forty percent going to the Prefect if he had to.

“Then it’s a deal, my dear.” He nearly purred, almost being able to feel the stacks of madols in his hands that he would be earning with this idea.

He shook their hand before leaning down to place a teasing kiss on the back and then spinning to all but skip to his desk.

“Be sure to run the designs by Vil, won’t you, Jade? He has quite an eye for these things you know and I’m sure he’ll simply ADORE what we have cooked up.”

“And that stalker of his will get the word out quicker than anything!” Floyd cackled.

“Arms out, angelfish.” Jade grinned.

The prefect groaned but gave in.

“Cater, really, there’s no need to pull.” Riddle frowned in consternation, tugging his wrist away from the overexcited ginger who couldn’t stop babbling about this ‘special promotion’ thing that Mostro Lounge had started advertising.

“Ya don’t understand! If we’re not early we won’t be able to find a seat! I can’t miss this kind of photo op! My likes are gonna be through the roof! I wonder if the Prefect will let me get a picture with them.” He rambled with a wide smile as he typed away on his phone at a speed that made Riddle’s mind boggle.

“You’re going to have to have to get behind us!” Ace cackled. “We’re their besties, ya know!”

“We should definitely take pictures since Sebek and Jack couldn’t come.” Deuce agreed with a nod, Grim hanging off his shoulder.

“Well I’m gonna order the biggest tuna dish ever!” the monster said happily, dreaming of the delicious food that was waiting for him.

“I wonder what the theme is going to be.” Epel said thoughtfully from between the two card soldiers. “Vill-senpai has really gotten into the planning once Jade stopped by a few weeks ago. He won’t tell me anything about it though and Rook just giggles and starts spouting poetry no one can understand.”

“Well, we won’t be staying long.” Riddle said firmly. “Midterms are in a few days and all of you need to stay focused on not falling behind.” He ignored the groans from the first years and Cater.

Trey just laughed as they passed through the mirror into Octavinelle dorm grounds and patted his friend on the shoulder.

“I’m sure they will do fine. This will be a good stress relief for everyone.” He said, trying to ease some of the housewarden’s annoyance at being dragged along.

Of course, he gave the excuse of needing to ensure that the others didn’t go overboard, but it was impossible to miss how he caved once he heard it involved their Ramshackle Prefect.

“Perhaps but-“

The group paused when they saw the entrance to the restaurant was decorated with roses and various displays that definitely gave off a ‘Heartslabyul’ vibe but with a distinct elegance that spoke of Azul’s influence.

“What is this ‘theme’ supposed to be?” Riddle questioned as Cater gasped and rushed forward through the other students in line to enter and began taking pictures both of the entrance and himself as well with them in the background.

Epel blinked and looked around in confusion as they entered, the Queendom of Hearts décor continuing on farther.

“I don’t know, Vil just said something about ‘school spirit’ and ‘loyalty’.” He shrugged.

“Yeah, the fliers the twins were passing out just said Heartslabyul gets a ten percent discount tonight on top of the ticket promotion.” Ace said, grinning as he looked around at the rather packed lounge – mostly by familiar red, white, and black uniforms.

“Oh hey! Jade-senpai!” Deuce said suddenly, waving his arm at the tall vice-housewarden.

The eelmer’s calm smile widened just a bit as he walked in their direction, giving a polite bow.

“Welcome to Mostro Lounge, Housewarden Riddle. We were hoping you would be joining us this evening. Azul was quite positive that you would enjoy yourself. Might I show you all to a table?” He said, looking quite different in the black suit, black striped shirt, and blood red tie and gloves. There was a single white rose in his lapel pocket.

Riddle gave the tall – TOO TALL! – eelmer a distrusting glare but gave in finally at Cater’s very insistent begging.

“Very well.” He sighed, shooting a harsher glare at Ace when the boy gave a little cheer and pumped his fist.

“So what’s all this about!?” Cater asked excitedly, holding up his phone to record Jade’s answer.

Jade chuckled smoothly as he led the group through the crowd of students towards a large table near the center of the room that had obviously been reserved for the Heartslabyul housewarden. The décor was a bit more elaborate without being gaudy and everything was set up to the Heartslabyul rules.

“Why, Azul wishes to give back to the school, of course.” He said, even pulling the chair at the end out for Riddle. “After so much has happened he’s wanted to strengthen our bonds as NCR students and help to share the diverse cultures of our dorms with all on campus. It really is quite a shame, after all, that there is so many interesting traditions and styles that the other houses only barely get a peek at.”

Riddle glared again but did take the seat offered, looking around the room and noticing that while there WERE many Heartslabyul students there were quite a lot from the other dorms as well, even a couple from Ignihyde who were congregating in a corner. While it wasn’t like the houses completely segregated themselves from each other, friendships across dorms were less common than among dormmates and clubs. Now, though, there were more students intermingling, particularly with the Heartslabyul students than normal. Azul’s plan was obviously working.

“I suppose…if it means that more students will be able to experience a piece of our traditions…then it is fine.” He finally conceded. “But I will have none of our Queen’s etiquette broken! They may not be under my purview but-“

“Fret not, Housewarden Riddle.” Jade assured him before the red head could work himself up into a lecture. “Azul has scoured your exhaustive collection of rules and made adjustments to both cutlery and the menu accordingly.”

Riddle glared, still not trusting the octomer in the slightest but had to give in when it really did seem like everything was being handled well and with respect.

“Very well.” He finally agreed, making Jade’s grin widen to show the sharp, shark-like teeth.

“Then please, enjoy yourselves and I will send your server right over.”

Trey sent Riddle a comforting smile as the other boys all began looking through the menus and chattered away at the options available. All had a Heartslabyul flare but were different enough to be a special treat for even those of the dorm.

“You shouldn’t worry so much, Riddle. It’s just dinner. It’s not like Azul is tricking us into a contract. We’ll even get to see…the…oh, my.”

Riddle blinked when Trey’s gaze moved past and settled on something behind him.

Expecting a trap of some king, Riddle snapped his head around.

Instantly his face burst into a brilliant crimson.

“Welcome to Mostro Lounge, everyone! I’ll be your server today so please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.” The Prefect chirped.

Riddle wasn’t even capable of forming thoughts let alone respond.

“Whoa! What do they got you dressed up in?” Ace cackled, leaning around Deuce to take in their friend’s ‘uniform’.

“Whatever do you mean, Ace? This is the Queendom of Hearts, after all. Isn’t it only proper for the Queen to be served by his most loyal servant?” They smiled sweetly, one of the fluffy white rabbit ears peaking out of their hair flicking slightly.

Riddle almost swallowed his tongue.

“You’re the Queen’s right hand rabbit!” Cater cried in delight, jumping from his chair and zooming to their friend’s side to start taking pictures.

The Prefect only smiled and even did a few poses in the detailed uniform. Red and black puffed shorts that would have been utterly indecent in Riddle’s eyes if it wasn’t for the cream-colored tights pattered with dark red, lace detail along the thighs and card suit symbols trailing down the length of their legs to the black and gold heels. A cream, black and gold corset vest sat over a red silk shirt with a large cream bow around their neck. The tails of the shirt were cut specifically to frame the white bunny tail set at the base of their spine and twitched every now and then as the ears did – showing they were either magical or electronic.

And sitting in the middle of their bow was a rose that was brighter red than the rest of the outfit.

A red matching the exact shade of Riddle’s hair.

Riddle felt like his heart was going to break out of his chest when the Prefect turned their sparkling gaze and smile on him. WERE THEY WEARING LIPSTICK!?

“Since you are a VIP customer, Riddle-sama-“ Oh my sweet seven. “-I’ll be seeing to your every need. Please don’t hesitate to call on me whenever you like. I’m at your beck and call. Now, what would everyone like to start with for drinks?”

Riddle wasn’t going to survive this.

“You are an evil man, Azul.” The Prefect said when they dropped onto the couch in his office at the end of the night, throwing their legs into Jade’s lap with a groan. “And I want thirty-five percent.”

The octomer chuckled from his place at his desk, counting the stacks of madol that had flooded in that night with glee.

“Of course, my pearl. I should reward your acting skills, after all. You far exceeded my expectations.” He said, looking over to their lover as Jade gently removed the heels from their feet to set aside and began massaging their aching limbs.

The Prefect let out a soft moan that was far more distracting than they intended, and closed their eyes to relax and be pampered after their hard work. Jade’s fingers really were something else.

“Yeah, yeah, well don’t expect that level of schmoozing all the time.” They warned. “You’re just lucky that it’s fun to make Riddle-senpai blush so much.”

“Isn’t it!?” Floyd cackled as he skipped into the room, draping himself over the back of the couch and tugging their human up into an awkward but enthusiastic kiss before dropping them back on the pillows. “And don’t worry! I taught the catfish from Savanaclaw to keep his hands to himself.”

“Yes, I do apologize for that, my dear.” Jade said. “I knew that table was going to be difficult and I shouldn’t have sent you to them. It won’t happen again.”

The Prefect hoped that the guy still HAD hands.

“It’s fine.” They waved it off, repositioning themself better on the pillows. “I was expecting that to happen eventually.” They admitted.

There was a beat before Jade gave a low chuckle.

“Fufufu…I see, so that is why you requested the heals to be reinforced.”

“They are called ‘stiletto’ heels for a reason. No one enjoys having a shoe puncture through their foot.” They answered with a yawn.

Hearing the guy’s squeal had been pretty satisfying.

Jade must have thought so too with how his hands were wandering.

“Be that as it may, we will take steps for such incidents to be prevented in the future.” Azul assured them, his brow furrowing at the one memory of the night that was less than pleasing.

The Prefect just nodded with their eyes closed, knowing that their lovers would handle it even if they were perfectly capable of doing it themself.

“Just don’t forget my bonus.”

Azul couldn’t help but chuckle, watching as their human allowed Jade to maneuver them and divest them of the different pieces of the costume until they were only left in the silk shirt. He let his gaze trace over the lines and curves of their legs that still draped across Jade’s lap as the eelmer calmly folded each piece and set them aside.

Remembering how vicious their smile had been when they broke that brute’s foot.

Sometimes it was impossible for him not to imagine what their little angelfish would be like as a merfolk. How beautiful their fins would be…or tentacles. He loved them exactly as they were but it was such a shame that the chance for such a devastatingly being to be trapped on land.

But they wouldn’t be trapped forever.

Azul had plans for that as well.

Glancing down at the madol stacked around him and the piles of paperwork that he still needed to do, he allowed himself a chance to celebrate their success and swiftly gathered and locked everything in his vault before making his way over to the sofa and bending down to gather the Prefect in his arms.

They obligingly wrapped their arms around his neck, knowing that their weight was nothing to the octomer, and laid their head against his shoulder.

“If you’re scheming something, you’d better be ready to do all the work because I deserve a pillow princess night.” They said blandly, causing Floyd to cackle and jump to his feet.

“Koebi-chan is so cute when they get demanding.” He teased, grinning when the Prefect stuck their tongue out at him over Azul’s shoulder.

“Of course, dearest, anything you wish.” Azul smiled, not even bothering to act like they had to make deals anymore to get anything they wanted from him.

After all, there was only one contract that he was working to convince them to accepting in the future and there was still an empire he needed to build first.

Only the best for their angelfish.

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Did Azul place Riddle's table in the middle of the Lounge so that it would maximize everyone's view of the Prefect?

Yes.

Is he jealous that practically the whole school has a crush on their Angelfish?

Also yes.

Will that stop him from taking advantage of that fact while also rubbing in how the Prefect was with them?

Not at all.

Hope you guys like it! Dedicated to my sis who thinks our octotrio works best with a little prefect right in the middle.

Once I get my AO3 page set up I'll cross post these so that they'll be easier to find.

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