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vera-deville · 1 year ago

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Just Like the Moon and the Tide

09/05/2023 - 10/02/2023

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

Word Count: 535

Warnings: Nothing here!

Gender: AFAB

Tags: @rose-the-witch1

"When I asked you to tell me about the moon and the tide, I didn't mean give me a full detailed scientific explanation," Y/N stated, heaving a sigh.

Lying next to her, a man of light-grey colored hair frowned at her words. "Perhaps you should have specified what sort of explanation you wished for." Feeling the sand in the part of his hand that didn't lay on the beach towel, he continued, "Besides, what other kind of explanation did you want? A fairy tail?"

"Actually, yes. I wanted to know if this world had some sort of fantastical tale about the moon and the tide. Something romantic and magical. Not scientific." Y/N replied. Turning her head towards Azul, she cuddled closer to him. The night wind at the beach was cold, but not enough to warrant a pile of blankets (unlike other places they'd been to).

Azul moved slightly, making sure that Y/N was comfortable, and even lifted her head to rest on top of his arm. "Why don't you tell me a tale of your world then?"

"Gladly."

And so Y/N began her tale. A tale of other-wordly beings. One with skin as pale and grey as the moon and the other with skin of seaweed green. The two were not as different as night and day. No, that was a different story for a different time. But the two were in sync with one another. The cold grey one would push and pull with all his might while the warm green one would simply succumb to his will.

There was no remarkable tragedy. No travesty. Just love.

And it was from this love that life thrived. Without the tides of their devotion, no living thing would have sustained on the planet they called home. Life would not be able to go on. And that was why the passion of the Moon and the Tide was worshipped by many.

The only sad thing was, they grew further and further apart with each coming year. It was said from the ancient days that there would come a time where the two lovers would no longer be caught in each other's embrace. And that day would be what finally extinguished life in the otherwise lively planet. There would be no great monsoon to vanquish life. No tremendous fire. No perilous evil.

Simply two lovers growing apart until one day they are lovers no more.

"That's it?" Azul asked.

"Uhhh, yeah? Why, was it bad?" Y/N asked.

"There's no lesson to be learnt, no tragedy that forcefully pulls away the two so-called lovers, no nothing!" lamented Azul. "Tales like that are supposed to have some sort of meaning to them! Not whatever this is supposed to be."

"Firstly, you're the one who asked a story from my world." Azul pouted a bit at that. "Secondly, I made up that entire story." Azul's face contorted to that of a flabbergasted one. "And thirdly," Y/N gently held Azul's face in her hands, "the moral of the story is that we'll never let us grow apart like the Moon and the Tide."

Azul's breath hitched.

"You and I? We're meant to be together forever."

Author's Note: This was VERY rushed, and admittedly not one of my best works. I've been super busy trying to get all my fics for my event for October ready (yes I started writing the October fics starting the previous month), as well as a bunch of other stuff that I unfortunately didn't put enough time for my @briarvalleyarchives fic. Hopefully it still gets added into the fic list for this month's prompt!

Thank you for reading and I'll see you in the next fic!

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majunju · 2 years ago

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I don't if this has been asked before but who are your favorite characters from twst?

this is a tough One..... my current favs r probably ace, deuce n riddle !!

#asks #i had a small ruggie phase back in 2020 #but like. it was solely bc of his stubby little tail #idk why but i was so fixated on it #i think it awakened smth within me (furry question mark)#im only half joking #also i do enjoy azul . loser

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offorestsongs · 3 months ago

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Hello Algy! ♡

For the flirty prompt ask game, how about "I can't stop thinking about you" with Swallow and Azul?

Thank you! ♡

hiiii Sheepy <33

thank you sm for the ask!! actually, Swallow is 100% the type who would say all of those horrible/cheesy pick up lines lmao (is he serious? is he joking? the world may never know!)

once again, i got a bit carried away lmao

(ask game here!)

"Excuse you but I have more important matters to tend to that-" Swallow grinned. "Yes, yes, you always do, I know. But I promise, I'm not gonna waste your precious time." For his part, Azul didn't look too convinced. "For some reason, I don't believe you."

"Oh, come on! I just want to walk you to the Hall of Mirrors." Swallow held up his hands. "No ulterior motives, I swear!" He leaned closer to Azul and offered the other boy his arm, like any true gentleman wanting to take the object of their affections on a walk would. "So? Don't leave me hanging like that. That would be cruel, even for you." Azul looked at Swallow's extended arm then back at his face ― wide smile exposing sharp canines, dark eyes glimmering with joy ― then back at his arm. His brows furrowed (cute!) and Swallow had to stop himself from reaching out to smooth them over, like he did many times with Riddle. That would surely scare Azul off, even if the look on his face would be priceless. It was fine. Baby steps. "You say you don't have any ulterior motives, but it's hard for me to believe that." Swallow rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright, I maaaaay have lied. There's one thing I need to talk to you about." "Ah. I knew it. What is it, then?" "Take my arm and I'm gonna tell you~" For a split second, Azul looked like he was going to leave. Then he cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses and with the look of absolute suffering on his face hooked his arms with Swallow's. Swallow preened. His tail happily swung in the air. "See, was it that hard?" He led them down the courtyard. Azul walked stiff, firmly avoiding Swallow's gaze and seemingly blind to Swallow's cheery aura. That was also fine. Azul just had a bit of a thick skull ― Swallow was sure he would get through it eventually. "Sooo... How was your day? Did anything fun? Any plans for the weekend, perhaps?" "I don't believe this is what you wished to discuss." "Yeah, it's not. But why do we have to get straight to business? C'mon. Let's chat a little!" Gently, Swallow swatted Azul's side with his tail. He didn't think it was possible for Azul to look away even more, but somehow, he did, turning his head to the side.

"I simply fail to see what you would get out of any of this. If this is a new way for you to torment me?" Swallow blinked. "What? No! I just want to get to know you better. Nothing's wrong with that, right?" "On technicality, no. I just don't understand why is that of interest to you." "Well, let's see..." Swallow started to count on his fingers. "You're cute and intelligent and funny when you aren't being insufferable and have pretty eyes and I can't stop thinking about you?" Azul sharply took his arm away. He took a step back. "It's cruel to joke like that." He kept avoiding Swallow's gaze, but his lips were pursed into a tight, pale line. "I'm- I'm not joking? Hey, I know we don't have the best track record but I would never..."

"No matter." Azul adjusted his glasses again. "What did you wish to discuss?" "Oh! Well! I know you're not really the sporty type but we've got a Spelldrive game on Friday and I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come and watch me. No jokes, no anything. I swear." Well, alright, maybe he did also plan on pulling Azul into a sort of-maybe-kind of a date afterwards, but Azul did not need to know that. Not now, at least. "I'm not going to be your personal cheerleader, Swallow." Swallow's ears dropped. "Why not? You can watch me make Leona mad again. It'll be so much fun!" "You're a fool," Azul said, but in Swallow was sure he could see just the smallest shadow of a smile dancing in the corners of his lips. "Has somebody already told you that?" "Well, yeah, but you can always tell me that again on Friday. Deal?"

#💚 mutuals #💚 sheepy #💌 answers #💌 writing #❣️stolencoins #<- came up with a shipname for them recently too :3c #so some context but #once swallow catches feelings (so. some time after azul's ob) he goes STRAIGHT to shameless flirting #meanwhile azul things swallow is just making fun of him because he's insecure :( and also bc swallow did not explain himself At All #so the jump from flighting w/eachother to flirting is very ??? for him #also somewhere out there kalle's Swallow Is Doing Some Bullshit senses are GOING OFF #also fun fact but yes foxes do wag their tails like dogs its so cute :3c #(also yes swallow did eventually talk azul into going to the game)

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anxiously-scared · 1 year ago

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making octopus mermaids have 10 limbs instead of having 8 total is so dumb to me. like hello are you not even considering they could have just evolved hands. hello. please

#this is abt azul from twisted wonderland #i hate disneys mermaid designs but i get theyre supposed to be child friendly yadda yadda #they did well with jade and floyd tho i think #tho i cant gauge how long their tail is #it prolly needs to be longer. lets be real #milky shenanigans

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pencilofawesomeness · 2 years ago

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TW x FT : how do Azul react when he learns about Lucy's spirits ? Also, how do they think about him?

Azul would totally be way too interested in the concept of magic-contract-bounded henchmen, because those sound way more convenient than Real People With Feelings, but he would probably just have to meet any one of them Once to realize that it's all the same. (Whether it’s Lucy summoning Aquarius specifically to dissuade him—he’s lucky he Cannot drown—or him just witnessing any one of them acting silly, the result is the same.) They’re just as finicky as the rest of the Real People With Feelings so sadly there’s goes that plan. Might as well stick to the Leeches, the forces of chaos that he already knows. (Though he might still look into it. Just in case. You know how Azul is with Collecting Things.)

As for the spirits, I cannot decide whether Aquarius would hate him on principle or if she would be impressed by his moxy and his fish-status. Virgo would probably offer her services but inevitably weird the octatrio out because she’s a little too into it but also sucks at real food-based hospitality. I think Taurus would be scared of the Leeches, even if he doesn’t admit it. Capricorn and Jade would somehow be buddies, and this unsettles Azul just a bit. Because they are both a little toooo assassin shaped sometimes. Bless Aries, the Octatrio would probably scam her. Or try to, at least. She would have no idea. Scorpio, Sagittarius, and Cancer would probably be pretty neutral. Same with Loke, unless Azul tries to pull something particularly scheme-y.

The real kicker is, is that Azul would absolutely try to get Lyra to perform for the Lounge, and she would probably agree because heck yeah she actually gets to perform. Then it’s just Lucy trying to stop Lyra from switching contracts as a matter of principle XD

#fairy tail x twisted wonderland #anon #yes yes this is fun #azul would absolutely try to scam the keys off of Lucy first thing #but will probably back off as soon as he realizes it's a hassle #and a specific type of magic #however them being people means he can contract them the old fashioned way #so Azul is still on his nonsense #just on an individual basis

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kazumirambles · 1 year ago

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Screams because Azul yes-

Omfg Jade I can't- I am slowly but surely falling for him-

BAHAHA FLOYD I SHOULD'VE EXPECTED THIS

Octavinelle x Siren!Reader

Gender-neutral reader.

Azul Ashengrotto

Alright, so when he saw Jack Howl carrying you with a tail inside the Lounge, he let out a gasp of shock. He led the First Year to a moonpool that was within Octavinelle. You let out a gasp of bliss as you felt your scales being rehydrated by the water within the pool, a feeling that Azul knows all too well.

The cecaelia knows that sirens tend to lure in their prey by their voice, so he tries to leave as fast as he can. However, you started speaking to him almost immediately, inviting him to swim with you and that you would be so lonely and cold without his arms wrapped around you. The poor man was so red in the face and his heart was pounding against his ribcage.

You were promising kisses and a future together, which was all he wanted. He closed his eyes and saw the two of you living under the sea, a ring on your finger. It almost made him melt, but he knew that he could not give in. He pushed up his glasses and continued making his way back to the Lounge. However, the vision would not leave his mind.

Throughout the entire week, your singing voice had been ringing through his brain. His heart fluttered whenever he thought about answering your calls for him. On the 7th day, the calls became too much and he went to the moonpool where you currently resided. You were waiting for him.

Your calls continued, and Azul entered the water. His merform was the first thing you noticed, and you called it absolutely beautiful. Needless to say, he was lost in the sea that was your voice, and his tentacles wrapped themselves around your torso as he was further lost in the kiss you had given him.

Luckily for the two of you, this happened at 12:01 am, and thus Azul was safe from being trapped in your spell. However, you emerged from the water with suction cup marks all over your midsection. The poor octopus merman was so embarrassed, but you placed another kiss on his lips and reassured him that it was perfectly alright.

Jade Leech

He took you from Jack’s arms, feeling quite possessive all of a sudden after seeing you in a tail in the wolf man’s arms. He could feel your scales drying out, so he made quick work of his feet and dumped you in one of the many moonpools within the Octavinelle dormitory.

As he turned to leave, you reached out and grabbed his arm before pleading with him not to leave. He smirked before teasing you and saying that you were not very smart if you thought that your siren speech would get to him. Well, spoiler alert: it did and now his heart is beating harder than a Looney Tunes character.

Azul had to make sure that he was alright before he let the tweel get back to work again. He proved sufficient enough, so he continued for the entirety of the week. But, the cecaelia could clearly see that Jade was gritting his teeth whenever he was speaking with a customer. This continued for the entirety of the week until he was given the weekend off to try and get out of your spell.

On the 7th day, the temptation became too much for Jade. Your singing has been running circles in his brain. So, he quietly exited his room and started making his way to you. He noticed that the moon seemed to be lighting the path so he can make his way to his beloved, and he took it as a green flag rather than a red one.

When he got to the moonpool, he immediately went into the water and started shifting into his mer-form. Almost immediately, he heard a whoosh in the water and knew that it was you. You swam up and wrapped your arms around his neck as you greeted him. It didn’t take long for the loving look in your eyes to both figuratively and literally drag him underwater as you gave him a kiss.

Fortunately, it was past midnight. The next day, Jade was only a tad upset that you no longer had your tail since that meant you wouldn’t be able to go swimming with each other the way that two mer-people would. However, he was glad that he was no longer under your spell. It would have been disastrous otherwise.

Floyd Leech

The second he saw you in Jack’s arms with a tail rather than two legs, his boring and dull day suddenly got much more interesting. This man was not paying attention to any warnings as he took you into his arms and carried you to the moonpools so your scales wouldn’t dry out. On the way there, he was stuck under your siren song.

As a result of this, he very much wanted to join you while you were swimming. He almost did, but Jade was there to drag his brother off and lock him in his dorm room. Floyd was struggling against his brother’s arms and yelling to let him go. Any struggle was in vain, as he was still stuck in his own room. The door was locked from the outside.

Azul and Jade tried to explain that the influence your siren song had over him was dangerous, but Floyd was not listening. His heart was screaming at him to go see you, to kiss you. He just needed to be with you. For the entirety of the week, he would wrestle his boss or his brother in order to escape and get to you, but each time it has failed.

Now, in a haste to get the tweel locked away, they had forgotten about the window that was in Floyd’s room. To be fair, he had also forgotten about it until he realized that he had bedsheets and could climb down quickly because of a rope climbing exercise in Coach Vargas’ PE class. So, he did it and was now technically a fugitive.

This mofo ran as fast as he could to where you were swimming. His little shrimpy was just so cute with a tail! He joined you in the water and immediately wrapped his long tail around yours. You returned the tight embrace he had given you by placing the kiss he had been longing for upon his lips.

The next day, you were thanking the stars above that Floyd was just his usual level of clingy rather than stuck under the spell. He mourned the loss of your tail like it was its own separate person. Real tears were shed. You had to comfort him and say that you would go swimming with him soon to make him feel better. It worked, and he was back to his giddy self.

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grimdarkmage · 10 months ago

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Going bonkers over this fact

Was curious because the back end of the lion the dancer is bent over a Ton, popping their back out for the lion’s hind legs to kick and jump in stunts,,,,of course your core strength would be made of diamonds,,,

#Azul yaps #the tail on the costume had me spellbound because they rly make the costume alive #v cute

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solxamber · 13 days ago

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Holding Them and Not Letting Go with: Housewardens + Jamil

a little something before i go all in for the milestone events <3

Other parts: Vice Housewardens + Rollo, Neige ; First Years

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle goes bright red the second you wrap your arms around him, stiffening in your hold like he’s forgotten how to breathe. He tries to splutter something coherent—maybe a reminder about PDA rules, maybe a request to know what’s going on—but his voice gets tangled up, and all that comes out is a confused murmur.

You don’t let go, though. Instead, you squeeze him a little tighter, prompting him to look down at you, his eyes widening with soft confusion. “Is… Is something wrong?” he stammers, gently pressing his hand to your shoulder, trying to read your face.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you answer with a warm smile. “I just love you, Riddle. That’s all.”

For a moment, he’s frozen. Just love him? He feels his heart stumble, so unfamiliar with this kind of simple, generous affection. In his childhood, hugs were formal gestures, love was measured and conditional—a reward to be earned, rarely felt freely. But here, with you… you’re holding him because you want to, with nothing expected in return.

Slowly, Riddle’s hands find their way to your back, and he pulls you close with a tenderness that surprises even him. There’s a quiet ache in his chest, an overwhelming mix of joy and disbelief, like he’s filling up with something he never knew he was missing. He clings to you, unable to speak, as though afraid that words might shatter the beautiful warmth settling between you.

You both stay like this, tangled together in silence. In this simple embrace, Riddle feels more seen, more loved, than he ever has before. It’s a feeling he wants to hold onto forever—a happiness he never thought he’d be allowed to have. For the first time, he feels completely at peace.

Leona Kingscholar

You wrap your arms around Leona, your grip firm as if you’ve decided you’re never letting go. At first, he’s as stoic as ever, arching an eyebrow in mild confusion. “Oi, herbivore…what’s this all about?” he mutters, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

But when you stay silent, he lets out a chuckle, amused by your stubborn clinginess. “If you’re hoping to trap me, you might wanna try harder than that.”

After a few more moments, his teasing fades. You’re still holding him, your head resting against his chest, heartbeat steady against his. He tries to check if youre upset and realizes then that you’re not sad, nor do you seem upset; you’re simply content. When he starts to pull back to look at you, you give him a warm smile and quietly say, “I just…love you.”

The words wash over him, soft and simple yet deeply affecting. His expression shifts, from nonchalance to something much more vulnerable. To Leona, who’s spent much of his life overshadowed, unwanted, and fighting for recognition, the idea of being someone’s first choice feels like an impossibility.

And yet, here you are, holding onto him like he’s the only thing that matters. He swallows hard, not saying anything, but the look in his eyes says it all.

He finally allows his arms to come around you, drawing you in with more intensity than he’d probably ever admit aloud. His tail snakes around your waist in a protective loop, pulling you even closer, as if anchoring himself to you. “Don’t go getting mushy on me,” he mutters, trying to sound unaffected, but his grip tightens just a bit more.

But despite his usual attitude, he’s never felt this…full. Full of pride, full of warmth, full of something he’s struggled to admit he even wanted. And it’s all because of you, the one person who looked past his rough edges and stubborn exterior.

He chuckles softly, burying his face in your shoulder, whispering, “Guess you got yourself a lion for life, herbivore.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is hunched over his desk, papers and ledgers strewn around him, eyebrows furrowed as he works late into the night. He’s so engrossed that he doesn’t even notice you approaching until you gently climb onto his lap, resting yourself against him without a word. His body goes rigid in surprise, the usual control he wields over his composure completely shattered.

“Are you... feeling alright?” he asks, voice a little breathless, struggling to keep himself calm as you press your face into the crook of his neck. “Are you sick? Is there something wrong?”

You just shake your head, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. “I just love you, Azul,” you whisper softly, a warmth in your gaze that sends his heart into overdrive. “And I’m so proud of you.”

With that, you wrap your arms around him again, holding him close, and suddenly, all the strength in him unravels. He hadn’t realized how much he’d needed this—how much he craved reassurance, wanted to know he was worth it.

All his insecurities, fears, and memories of feeling out of place resurface, but they’re softened by your presence, and with just one hug, you’re able to ease away all that self-doubt he keeps buried.

Without another word, he wraps his arms tightly around you, his grip firm and filled with an unspoken desperation. He clings to you as though you’re his lifeline, as though you’re the single steady point in his otherwise frantic world, and for a few moments, he allows himself to just feel—to let go of the worries, to set aside the constant weight of expectations.

The mountain of paperwork on his desk feels meaningless compared to the comfort you bring, and all he wants is to stay like this, holding you as closely as he can, reveling in the feeling of being loved for who he is.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is in his element, animatedly discussing ideas for his next big celebration. His hands gesture widely, his voice bright, detailing elaborate plans for decorations, food, entertainment—he's clearly in his happy place, and you can’t help but feel utterly captivated by his joy.

Without even thinking, you throw your arms around him, hugging him tightly mid-sentence. Kalim laughs, hugging you back with his usual enthusiasm, though a bit of surprise colors his expression when you show no signs of letting go. “Hey, is everything okay?” he asks, a smile in his voice.

You lean back just enough to grin up at him, eyes shining. “I’m perfectly okay. You just looked so radiant talking about the party—and I love you.”

He stares at you for a beat, completely dazzled, and then his face breaks into the brightest smile as he spins you around, laughter bubbling from both of you. When he finally sets you down, he pulls you close, cradling you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

“I’m so glad you chose me,” he murmurs softly, his forehead pressing against yours. The simple joy radiates from him, a warmth and gentleness that wraps around you both. It’s a pure, unfiltered happiness that you feel too, knowing that you chose him, and he chose you.

You stay wrapped up in each other, reveling in that perfect moment, glowing with the warmth of shared love. For now, with his laughter filling the room and his arms securely around you, nothing else matters.

Jamil Viper

Jamil walks into his room, the exhaustion from managing Scarabia weighing heavily on his shoulders. But before he can even remove his shoes, you’re already there, waiting for him. Without a word, you step into his space, your arms winding around him in a gentle but firm embrace.

His body relaxes instantly, the stress of the day melting away as you run a soothing hand down his back. The warmth of your touch settles over him like a blanket, but after a few moments, he notices you haven’t let go. The silence stretches, and his concern grows.

He pulls back just slightly, searching your face with quiet intensity. “Are you okay?” His voice is soft, careful, as though bracing for something serious.

You meet his eyes with a smile, your voice tender but full of affection. “I’m fine. I just… I love you. I’m proud of everything you do. You work so hard, and I see all of it. I just wanted to be here, with you.”

A deep warmth spreads through Jamil at your words, the weight of the day almost forgotten as he pulls you back into him. This time, his hold is even tighter, more possessive, as if he’s afraid that if he lets go, this moment will vanish. His face buries itself into your neck, and he inhales deeply, breathing in the scent of you—your presence, your comfort.

For once, he allows himself to fully sink into the embrace, no longer needing to wear his usual mask.

With you, he doesn’t have to hold back his feelings. For the first time in what feels like forever, he lets his guard drop, the emotional wall he’s spent building his whole life crumbling in the warmth of your arms.

“I could stay like this forever,” he whispers, the words barely audible as he holds you close. His voice is thick with emotion, a mixture of tenderness and longing. “I never want to leave your side.”

In the comfort of your touch, Jamil realizes something. He’s never felt more at peace, more cared for, than he does in this moment. He holds you tighter, savoring the feeling of being loved so deeply, so completely. No matter what happens, he knows this is where he belongs—in your arms, and with your heart.

Vil Schoenheit

It’s been a long day, and by the time you reach Vil, all you want is to collapse into his arms. But before you can even speak, he’s already analyzing you, frowning at your slumped posture, the bags under your eyes, and the way you haven’t had time to take care of yourself. "Did you eat today? Are you even sleeping? Honestly, I can't—"

And before he can finish his lecture, you launch yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck.

He catches you with his usual elegance, barely flinching. His lips curl in that slight, amused way, but the concern in his eyes softens as you cling to him, not letting go.

"Darling, What's wrong?" he asks, his voice taking on a gentler tone as he instinctively pulls you closer. You can feel the smoothness of his coat beneath your fingers as you bury your face in his chest.

"I missed you," you murmur. "I'm just happy to see you. I love you. And I love that you worry about me."

Vil’s chest tightens at your words, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping him. He gently strokes your back, the movement slow, deliberate. “You’re something else,” he teases, his lips twitching, but there’s warmth in his voice. “You know you should’ve eaten something, and yet here you are, throwing yourself at me.”

His hands remain on you, though, pulling you closer, stroking your back with a tenderness he rarely shows in public. He may pretend to be exasperated, but the way his fingers gently brush the length of your spine betrays his true feelings. Deep down, he’s touched by how much you put up with him.

"You should be scolded for your own good," he starts, but it’s a half-hearted attempt. There’s no real bite to his words this time. Instead, he just holds you tighter, deciding that, just for tonight, you don’t need any more lectures.

“You’ll never be rid of me now,” he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “And you’re welcome to lean on me, always.”

In the comfort of his embrace, you let go of the day’s stress, finding peace in the warmth of his arms. There’s no need for anything else, just this moment, just him.

Idia Shroud

Idia’s explaining the intricate details of a new strategy, his eyes wide with excitement. But then, suddenly, you set your controller down and throw yourself at him in an unexpected hug, effectively cutting off his speech. His hair flares a brilliant shade of pink as his brain momentarily glitches, clearly unsure of how to process what's happening.

And he is in full panic mode. His mind, always working a mile a minute, goes into overdrive trying to figure out what he did wrong, or if he's somehow messed things up.

“Uh—are you okay?” he stammers, voice filled with concern but entirely thrown off by the situation. You don’t answer with words, just a soft smile as you bury your face in his chest.

“I love you,” you whisper, “and you’re adorable.”

He’s used to being alone, to being misunderstood, to retreating into his games and hiding from the world. But here you are, in his arms, embracing him for no reason other than that you love him.

Despite his anxious thoughts swirling, he awkwardly places his arms around you, his body stiff at first, unsure of what to do. It takes him a moment before he relaxes, and as he holds you, his mind starts to clear. All those fears—of not being enough, or of being too much—slowly fade away, replaced by something that feels warm and real.

You, who listen to him ramble about things no one else would care about. You, who understand when he’s not up for going out, who accept him as he is. He feels so undeserving of someone so kind, but at the same time, something deep inside him stirs. It’s happiness. It’s love.

His arms tighten around you as he buries his face into your hair, his heart racing with a mixture of overwhelming joy and disbelief. He’ll never understand why someone like you would choose him, but as long as you’re here, he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus stands before you, holding the gargoyle he crafted with such care, the stone masterpiece shimmering in the soft light. "This is for you," he says softly, his voice full of pride. His eyes shine with the unspoken hope that you’ll appreciate the effort.

Before he can say anything else, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a warm embrace. He freezes for a moment, unsure, before his own arms encircle you with surprising gentleness. He’s always craved touch, but the depth of affection you offer fills him with awe.

The two of you stand there, the moment stretching on in comfortable silence, until Malleus pulls back slightly, his eyes searching your face. "Are you alright?" His voice holds a hint of concern.

You smile at him softly, your words simple but filled with a warmth he rarely hears: "You mean the world to me. I love you."

Malleus's breath catches in his throat, and before he can think, his arms tighten around you. He pulls you impossibly closer, as if afraid you’ll slip away. His heart races as he feels the weight of your love, the pure acceptance and tenderness you give him. The loneliness he’s lived with for so long, the misunderstandings, the isolation—none of it matters now.

He’s here with you. You see him, not as a prince or a fae of great power, but simply as Malleus. And that, more than anything, fills him with a kind of peace he’s never known.

Malleus buries his face in the crook of your neck, holding you tightly as if to make sure this moment doesn’t slip away. "I will never forget this," he murmurs softly. "I will cherish you... forever."

In your embrace, he finds something he thought was impossible—a sense of belonging. He smiles, feeling the warmth of your love seep into him, and he knows he is truly loved.

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