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2nd year dance
(taken minutes before flo and rook got into a physical fight over their gfs being the queen of the dance)
#In the end Vil was voted king and riddle queen so they had like. A stalemate. A âokay fineâ moment#Jami still RIPPED UP the dance floor in heels#Also Flo is in converse bc sheâs trying to be short#To not make riddle look bad in photos#Anyways#azul ashengrotto#fem azul ashengrotto#fem Azul twst#Jamil viper#fem Jamil viper#Floyd leech#fem Floyd leech#riddle rosehearts#fem riddle rosehearts#jamiazu#azujami#ashenviper#azul x jamil#jamil x azul#florid#floyrid#floyd x riddle#riddle x floyd#twst#twisted wonderland#disney twst#disney twisted wonderland
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me and the giant octopus bad bitch i pulled by being a moron
i really liked the âazulâs merform is actually pretty fucking hugeâ art they make azul kinda pretty
edit: i made a mistake i forgot the blackâŠâŠâŠâŠ
#azul ashengrotto#jade leech#floyd leech#persona#octavinelle#fem twst#fem twisted wonderland#my persona#twst#twisted wonderland#fem azul ashengrotto#fem jade leech#fem floyd leech
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Trash Novel Chronicles: Not Another Royal Mess - Azul Ashengrotto x reader
As a proofreader who gets isekaiâd into a cringeworthy novel, you decide to take revenge on the heroine and male lead for their awful story. With Azulâwho just wanted to sell you a magic rockâpulled into your chaos.
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You stare blankly at the manuscript in front of you, feeling your soul slowly withering away, shriveling like an overcooked raisin under the weight of yet another tragic tale of misguided villainy. The title aloneâThe Villainess Who Was Actually Just Trying to Mind Her Own Business and Got Beheaded Anywayâhad already set the tone for what you could only describe as a disaster in prose form. How this had slipped through several rounds of quality control was beyond you.
Maybe it was a prank. Maybe it was revenge. You couldnât tell anymore.
You take a deep breath, a sigh so deep that it feels like it's being dragged up from the depths of your very soul, a sigh that could only be summoned by a story so ridiculous, so absolutely bonkers, that even youâseasoned proofreader extraordinaireâwere questioning every life choice that had brought you here.
"Okay," you mutter to yourself, flipping through the pages with all the energy of a reluctant retiree trying to pick up knitting. "Let's see. Weâve got your standard fantasy kingdom where every noble is born with elemental powers. Classic. The saintess is the only one who can wield all four elements. Cool, cool, makes sense." You pause, eyes narrowing. "Except for the villainess who's faking it with a magical rock she bought off of Fantasy Craigslist and just... does all the same stuff the saintess can do without actually, you know, saintess-ing anything bad. Just... being suspiciously good at wind and fire, I guess?"
You squint at the text like itâs personally offended you. "So let me get this straight. The heroineâwho, by the way, isnât the real saintessâfinds out about the rock and immediately turns into the nationâs tattletale. Like, she just full-on rats the villainess out to the entire country and gets her beheaded for daring to do an accidental cosplay of a saintess? Seriously?"
You blink. "And the prince? The so-called male lead? Heâs not even mad because the villainess was evil or anything. No. Heâs mad because she... rejected him? Oh, so thatâs the crime. She bruised his precious princely ego, so naturally she deserves to lose her head. Makes perfect sense. Absolutely logical," you deadpan, flipping another page with growing disdain.
âAnd just when you think it canât get any dumber,â you continue to mutter, âthe heroine uses the exact same magic rock after she gets the villainess killed, struggles to use half the power, but instead of everyone questioning her, they just...â You drag a hand down your face. âThey just... pat her on the back for her effort? What? Oh, bravo! Standing ovation! Youâre so talented! What a genius!â
You want to scream. You can feel it building up inside you, a primordial rage that no amount of fantasy drivel can suppress. How... how did this get published? How did someone not raise their hand and go, âHey, maybe the heroine is the real villain here? And maybe the villainess is just really good at rock collecting?â
Your eye twitches.
Then you get to the part where Azul Ashengrottoâa.k.a. the business owner and kingpin of the information and assassination gameâgets dragged down in this hot mess of a plot for the crime of selling a magical rock. Heâs not even involved in the drama. He just sold a crystal, did his job, and suddenly heâs collateral damage in this ridiculous farce. And beheaded. You slap the manuscript down on your desk, nearly choking on the sheer absurdity of it all.
âHe sold a rock!â you yell to no one. âOne. Rock! And he loses his head because the heroine doesnât know how to mind her own damn business! And no one bats an eye?â
You imagine Azul, standing there with a bemused expression as the sword comes down, probably muttering something like, "Well, this is an unfortunate turn of events."
You shake your head, unable to wrap your mind around the sheer audacity of it all. "So, let me get this straight. The heroine kills the villainess out of jealousy and rage, takes the same stone, uses it poorly, and somehow becomes the saintess? And no one questions it? Not even one guy in the back going, âHey, wait a minute...â?"
A laugh escapes you, bitter and incredulous. "Iâve lost all faith in fantasy kingdoms. They deserve whatâs coming to them. Honestly, if their idea of justice is to murder anyone with a shiny rock collection, they probably deserve whatever apocalyptic disaster is waiting in book two."
You sit back in your chair, contemplating the many ways you could disappear off the face of the Earth to avoid reading the inevitable sequel. Maybe you could fake your own death? Dramatically crash through a window with a glitter bomb, leaving behind a cryptic note that reads, âGone to buy a rock, brb.â
But no. You were a professional. You would soldier on.
Then again, if this novel could get published, maybe it was time to start your own writing career. Surely you could cobble together something halfway decent. Maybe a story about a villainess who just wants to live her life and ends up getting murdered by a heroine with a major inferiority complex. Oh wait, thatâs literally this garbage fire in front of me.
You sigh again, this one even deeper, more existential than the last, the type of sigh that could bring about world peace if properly harnessed. Your eyes wander from the steaming pile of poorly written drivel, caught somewhere between disbelief and mild homicidal thoughts. You rub your temples, wondering if proofreading was really the best career path for someone who still had shreds of sanity left.
"Maybe I should've been a baker," you mumble to yourself, stretching your arms overhead. "At least bread dough doesnât hit me with nonsensical plot twists."
As you stand, ready to grab a snack to soothe your wounded soul, you donât notice the precariously stacked pile of villainess novels towering on the shelf above your desk. The entire collection of "disaster-bound fantasy heroines and their poor life choices" sways ever so slightly as you brush against the table, and then... it happens.
One moment you're contemplating the logistics of moving to a remote island where bad writing canât reach you, and the next, you hear a spine-chilling creak followed by a horrifying cascade of poorly bound paperbacks. The avalanche of literary mediocrity comes crashing down on you in one tragically comedic sweep.
"Are you kidding meâ" is all you manage to choke out before the entire bookshelfâs worth of subpar villainess novels crushes you beneath their illogical weight. And of course, because the universe has a sense of humor, the last book to hit you in the face is titled, "The Villainess Who Tripped and Fell into her Own GraveâOops!"
As the darkness closes in, your final thought is one of supreme exasperation: I cannot believe Iâm being killed by the worst plotlines ever written. Death by plot twist. Too soon, yet not soon enough.
And then nothing. Just silence. Peace, finally.
Youâd heard the phrase "no rest for the wicked," but honestly, who knew divine punishment was this over the top? Apparently, you'd racked up enough sins in your previous life to not only die under an avalanche of bad literature but to then be reincarnated into said literature. Because why not? The gods were clearly having a laugh.
When you open your eyes, you're not even phased. Nope. You donât scream, cry, or panic. You just stare up at the overly ornate ceiling of what is clearly a mansion because, of course, the villainess is always absurdly rich. You're lying in an obnoxiously fluffy bed, and the first thing that pops into your mind is: Are you serious?
A quick glance in the mirror confirms it. There you are, standing in the overly frilly shoes of the villainess from the very same garbage novel that ended your life. Perfect. You take a deep breath, rub your temples (again), and give yourself a mental pep talk. "Okay, youâve read this before, multiple times. You know the beats. You know the plot. Youâve got this."
Step one: donât freak out. Because, really, this plot is bad enough without adding your personal panic to the mix. Step two: check the villainess's diary because, obviously, the previous inhabitant was stupid enough to leave all her secrets lying around like a teenager's unlocked Facebook account. Sure enough, you find it: a gloriously leather-bound journal detailing all the times plotted to impersonate the saintess. You roll your eyes. Not today, Satan.
You scan the pages, checking the timeline. You have a few months until the heroine rats you out, which means itâs time for step three: revenge. And no, you donât mean the "oh, woe is me" type of revenge that makes you spiral into despair. You mean good old-fashioned pettiness, the kind that makes the heroine and the male leadâs lives miserable.
You can't help but snicker at the thought. It's karmic justice, really. Theyâre going to get a taste of the absolute horror you experienced reading their terrible, nonsensical love story. You spent hours proofreading their idiocy, now it's their turn.
You stand in front of the towering, ominous doors of Azul Ashengrottoâs office at Mostro Lounge, taking a deep breath before pushing them open. The dark, almost theatrical ambiance inside feels like a stage set for the devil himself to offer you a deal. But youâre no saintessâyouâre the villainess of this story, and youâre here to strike a deal thatâll flip the entire script on its head.
Azul looks up from his desk, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in your presence. âAh, My Lady,â he greets smoothly, slipping into that charming, calculating smile of his. âWhat brings you to my humble establishment? Shouldn't you be busy pretending to be a saintess?"
You roll your eyes and take a seat without waiting for an invitation. "About that... I've decided to cancel my order for the magic stone."
Azulâs expression falters. âCancel the order? But arenât you the one planning to impersonate the saintess and secure your place in the royal court?â
You lean back in your chair, a smirk playing on your lips. âWell, plans change. Iâve come to realize that there's a much better way to spend my time and resourcesâmainly, by humiliating the heroine and the prince for fun.â
Azul blinks at you, the corners of his lips twitching as if heâs not sure whether to laugh or be intrigued. âYou... want to humiliate the heroine and the prince?â
You shrug, a gleam of mischief in your eyes. âWhy not? Theyâre gonna be responsible for my end if I impersonate the saintess. Iâve already decided that instead of dying gracefully, Iâm going to make their lives miserable. And thatâs where you come in.â
Azul folds his hands on his desk, the smile growing on his face. âI see. And what exactly do you expect me to do?â
You pull out a blank cheque, sliding it across his desk. âWhatever you want. My family is wealthy, and my parents will gladly dance upside down on a chandelier if I asked them to. Write any amount you want, but youâre going to help me with my new plan.â
Azulâs eyes flicker with interest as he glances at the cheque. âAnd what exactly would that plan entail?â
âI want you to sabotage them,â you say simply. âThe heroine, the princeâtheyâre going to suffer public humiliation. Every time they try to play the part of the perfect couple or flaunt their status as the so-called chosen ones, I want you to make sure they fail spectacularly. Weâre going to tear apart their reputations piece by piece, and I need your expertise.â
Azul leans back in his chair, tapping a finger to his chin. âThat sounds... intriguing. But I do believe Iâll need a bit more than just money to make this worth my time.â
âName your price,â you reply coolly. âWhatever it is, I can handle it.â
Azulâs smile widens, but itâs sharp. âIâll take a hefty sum, of course. Letâs say... one hundred thousand gold. But Iâll also require two wishes that I can cash in at any time.â
Your brow arches. âTwo wishes? And what exactly do you plan to use them for?â
Azulâs smile turns positively devilish. âOh, Iâm sure Iâll think of something. It could be anythingâinformation, a favor, perhaps something more. Who knows? I just want to keep my options open.â
You weigh the deal for a moment, then nod. âFine. Two wishes and one hundred thousand gold. But I want results, Azul. Donât disappoint me.â
Before he can respond, the door behind you slams open with a bang, and Floyd Leech strolls in, grinning ear to ear like a shark whoâs just spotted its next meal. âHeh, youâre funny, Shrimpy,â he says, eyeing you with amusement. âThis whole âletâs humiliate the prince and his little heroineâ thing? I like it. Iâll help. I wanna see the look on their faces when they get wrecked.â
Azul sighs dramatically. âFloyd, this is a delicate matter. You canât just go aroundââ
âYeah, yeah,â Floyd cuts him off, draping himself across your chair like a lazy cat. âBut câmon, wouldnât it be more fun if I helped? We can make it real painful for âem. How 'bout it, Shrimpy?â
You canât help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. âHonestly? I wouldnât mind having you on board, Floyd. Your brand of chaos could be exactly what I need to really make them squirm.â
Floyd grins wider, nudging you playfully. âNow weâre talkinâ! See, Jade? Shrimpyâs got taste.â
You glance over to where Jade is standing, quietly watching the entire exchange with a serene smile. âIâm not surprised,â he says in his calm, unsettling way. âAfter all, our esteemed client clearly knows how to turn a situation in their favor. Itâs rather... admirable.â
You shoot Jade a look. âPlease donât make that sound like an insult.â
Jade chuckles softly. âNot at all. I find your tactics fascinating. Iâll be quite interested to see how this all unfolds.â
Azul clears his throat, clearly ready to bring the conversation back on track. âWell, if that settles it, we have a deal. Two wishes and one hundred thousand gold. Floyd and Jade will assist you, and Iâll personally oversee the sabotage.â
You grin, satisfied. âPerfect. Letâs give those two a taste of what real humiliation feels like.â
Azul inclines his head. âPleasure doing business with you, my dear client.â
As you get up to leave, Floyd playfully bumps your shoulder again. âHeh, I like you, Shrimpy. Letâs make sure that prince and his girl get whatâs coming to âem. Itâll be a real laugh.â
You smirk as you make your way out of the office. âOh, trust me, Floyd. This is going to be spectacular.â
And with that, the stage was set. The heroine and her precious prince had no idea what was coming their way. But you didâand with the help of the mischievous trio from Mostro Lounge, you were going to enjoy every second of it.
The royal ballroom glistened with opulence as golden chandeliers hung above the vast marble floors, reflecting the lavishness of the night. The music was soft yet upbeat, a perfect backdrop for the event of the season. Nobles twirled gracefully around the room, engaged in light conversation as they eyed one another with thinly veiled curiosity. You stood at the entrance, the heavy doors creaking behind you as you took a deep breath.
The villainess in this world had been a little too subtle for her own goodâdresses that were elegant but far too modest, more befitting of someone trying to sneak through the ranks as a saintess. But you? You had other ideas. You werenât about to blend into the background. Oh no, tonight was all about making a splash.
The dress you wore was nothing short of a masterpiece. The neckline plunged just enough to be daring, the skirt flaring dramatically around your legs as you moved. The villainess had always had potential, you realized as you caught your reflection earlier that evening. With a little effort, she'd looked like a queen.
And apparently, that effort wasnât lost on the crowd. Conversations stuttered to a stop as you walked in, eyes swiveling toward you like moths to a flame. A smirk tugged at your lips. Good. They could look all they wanted. Tonight, you were more than the villainess. You were a force to be reckoned with.
Of course, it didnât take long for the male leadâPrince Arrogant-Entitled himselfâto notice. Heâd been chatting animatedly with the heroine, a sweet little thing dressed in pastels, who was practically bouncing on her feet with excitement.
But the moment you crossed the threshold, his gaze latched onto you like a leech, his conversation with the heroine cutting off mid-sentence as he abandoned her entirely. His eyes scanned you up and down with blatant appreciation, and you felt an unpleasant shiver crawl down your spine as he made his way toward you.
Sleazy little worm.
âMy Lady,â he greeted you, standing too close for comfort. His voice dripped with what he likely assumed was charm. âYou look ravishing tonight. I must say, your beauty is... overwhelming.â
You kept your expression neutral, though internally you gagged at his lackluster attempt at flirtation. The heroine, meanwhile, was glaring daggers from across the room. Not that it bothered you. Let her seethe.
You plastered on a fake smile, playing along for now. âYour Highness,â you replied, âI must say, your compliments are as subtle as ever.â
He laughed, his hand reaching out as if to brush your arm, but you sidestepped it gracefully. âYou wound me, my lady,â he said, clearly trying to maintain the upper hand. âWould you honor me with a dance?â
You opened your mouth to deliver a polite but firm rejection, when suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the tension with the smoothness of silk.
âAh, apologies, Your Highness,â Azulâs voice was a breath of fresh air as he sidled up beside you, his arm slipping around your waist with practiced ease. âIâm afraid my date for the evening is already spoken for.â
The prince's face dropped, the smile frozen awkwardly as Azulâs words sunk in. You could see the wheels turning in his head, trying to process how exactly this turn of events had occurred. âYour... date?â he stammered, looking between you and Azul.
Azul just smiled, that infuriatingly calm smile of his. âYes,â he said, his tone light and polite but dripping with a silent victory. âI do hope you understand, Your Highness. After all, it wouldnât do to leave such a radiant lady waiting, would it?â
You couldnât help itâyou burst out laughing. Azul's ability to swoop in at just the right moment with perfect timing was nothing short of impeccable.
The prince was visibly flustered, caught completely off-guard by the public rejection. The heroine, still watching from across the room, looked like she was about to combust on the spot. Her fists were clenched at her sides, and you could practically feel the heat of her glare boring holes into you.
âThank you, Your Highness,â you said, dipping into a mocking little curtsy. âBut Iâm afraid Iâll have to decline.â
And with that, you took Azulâs arm and let him lead you away from the prince, who stood frozen in humiliation as the ballroom buzzed with whispers around him.
As soon as you were out of earshot, Azul turned to you with an amused grin. âYou seemed to be having fun back there.â
âOh, I was,â you replied, chuckling. âBut not as much fun as Iâm about to have dancing with you.â
Azul raised an eyebrow, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as the two of you began to sway to the music. âCareful now,â he teased. âIf you keep up that flirting, I might just start blushing.â
You grinned, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. âI thought you were immune to such things. What happened to your infamous poker face?â
âHmm, perhaps I underestimated your charms,â he mused, his voice lower now as he twirled you effortlessly around the dance floor. âYou certainly know how to keep a man on his toes.â
You raised an eyebrow at him, smirking. âIs that so? Because I think youâre the one getting flustered, Azul.â
His smirk faltered for just a moment, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. You knew you had him.
But then, just when you thought you had the upper hand, Azul dipped you suddenly, causing a surprised squeak to escape your lips. He leaned over you, his face just inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin.
âFlustered, hmm?â he murmured, his voice smooth as velvet. âI think you may have that backward, my dearest client.â
You blinked up at him, momentarily caught off-guard by the intensity in his eyes. Damn itâhe was good at this.
âWell played,â you muttered, feeling your own cheeks heating up now.
Azul chuckled softly, pulling you back up into his arms as the music continued to swell around you. âDonât worry,â he whispered. âWe can call this round a draw.â
You let out a breathless laugh, shaking your head. âFine. But donât think this is over.â
âOh, I wouldnât dream of it,â he replied with a wink.
Youâre jolted awake by the sound of frantic knocking on your bedroom door, followed by your maids bursting in like the world was ending. âMy Lady!â one of them squeals. âThe mafia is breaking into the house!â
Now, any sane person would hear this and immediately take steps to flee, barricade themselves in, or at the very least, hide under the bed. But you? No. In your infinite wisdom, still half asleep and probably only functioning on half a brain cell, you bolt out of bed and head straight to the living room like youâre ready to take on a gang of mobsters in your nightgown. What was it that you always said about wanting more excitement in life?
You storm into the living room, ready to confront the so-called "mafia," only to be greeted by none other than Azul, Jade, and Floyd. Well, they werenât exactly what you expected, but then again, the maids had screamed âmafia,â and these three did dabble in... questionably legal activities.
Floyd's already poking through your vase of expensive flowers, looking completely at home, while Jade is smiling in that eerie way of his that makes it hard to tell if heâs genuinely amused or planning to harvest your organs.
âGood morning,â Azul greets you smoothly, like this is the most normal thing in the world. âApologies for the intrusion, but we have urgent business to discuss.â
You stare at them for a long moment, your confusion building. âI didnât make an appointment with you guys. Did you make an appointment with me?â
Jadeâs eyes gleam with mischief. âNo appointment, but weâve come across some information we thought youâd be interested in.â
You cross your arms, already sensing the chaos about to unfold. âGo onâŠâ
âWell,â Jade says, stepping forward with an innocent smile (which, of course, is anything but), âit seems the prince and his little heroine are planning to attend a charity event today to show off their âgenerosity.ââ
Floyd pops up behind you, slinging an arm over your shoulder like youâre best friends. âWant to crash it?â he asks, grinning wildly, his sharp teeth flashing. âItâs bound to be fun. Who knows what kinda trouble we can stir up?â
Azul adjusts his glasses, looking thoughtful yet undeniably excited. âThere could be some... interesting opportunities there,â he muses. âAnd I wouldnât mind attending, purely for business reasons, of course.â
You blink at them. Charity event? Crashing? Making the prince and heroineâs lives miserable? Well, hell, why not? You did wake up to the mafia in your living room, after all. âFine,â you say with a smirk, âletâs do it. Letâs crash this event and see how generous our dear prince really is.â
The four of you arrive at the event like a troupe of misfits dressed in their Sunday best. The venue is packed with people, all fawning over the prince and the heroine like theyâre some divine beings sent down to bless the peasants. The heroineâs practically glowing as she bathes in their attention, her overly sweet voice echoing through the hall as she accepts praise for what isâletâs be real hereâa laughably small donation, considering who they are.
You canât help but roll your eyes. The prince and heroine are practically bathing in the affection of these poor, unsuspecting people. "Oh, how generous they are!" people cry. "Such saints, oh thank the heavens!"
Yeah, not today, airhead.
You nudge Azul. âLetâs show them how itâs really done.â
Azul, already ahead of you, strides confidently toward the stage. You follow, not missing a beat, and together, you announceâno, proclaimâthat you will be tripling the total amount of donations for the event.
The reaction is immediate. Complete chaos erupts. The organizers start crying tears of joy, running up to you with such fervor that you have no choice but to stand there and accept their hugs and gratitude, despite your overwhelming desire to swat them away. Floyd, cackling like a hyena, is playfully lifting some of them off the ground in his bear-like hugs, while Jade just stands off to the side, watching the chaos unfold with a bemused smile, occasionally offering polite nods of acknowledgment.
The prince, who had been gloating only moments before, now looks like heâs been slapped in the face. His expression is pricelessâshock, embarrassment, and barely concealed rage all battling for dominance. The heroineâs smile has dropped completely, replaced with a furious scowl as she watches the organizers fawn over you instead. Her fists are clenched at her sides, and you can see the very moment her fragile ego shatters. Oh, how delicious.
Amidst all the madness, you catch yourself actually smilingânot one of your usual smirks or devious grins, but a genuine, warm smile. As much as this was all meant to be a petty revenge plan, you canât deny the satisfaction that comes from seeing these people so happy. It's almost... heartwarming.
Azul turns to you at that exact moment, his usually calm expression softening as he sees your smile. He blinks, clearly caught off-guard by how radiant you look. For a split second, he seems to lose his composure, his cheeks tinged with the faintest hint of pink.
âYouâre smiling,â he says, his voice almost quiet. âIt suits you.â
You glance up at him, raising an eyebrow. âWhat, youâve never seen me smile before?â
âNot like that,â Azul admits, his usual poise faltering as he looks down at you with something akin to awe. âItâs... different.â
Before you can respond, Floyd suddenly slides up between you, throwing an arm around both you and Azul with a grin. âOho! Azulâs gettinâ all blushy on us, huh?â he teases, eyes glinting mischievously. âCareful, Shrimpy. You might actually be softening him up.â
Azul huffs, pushing Floyd away with a barely contained scowl. âYouâre insufferable, Floyd.â
âOh, come on, boss!â Floyd laughs, ruffling Azulâs hair before darting away to avoid his retaliation. âJust admit it, youâre totally into âem!â
Jade sidles up next to you, his ever-present smile in place. âWell, it seems things are progressing quite nicely,â he says, his tone light but teasing. âPerhaps weâll see more of this warmth from you, hm? Itâs quite refreshing.â
You canât help but laugh. âOh, shut up, both of you,â you say, though thereâs no real malice in your words.
As the crowd around you finally begins to disperse, you feel a strange sense of contentment. Sure, you came here for revenge, but now? Maybe this wasnât so bad after all.
Azulâs first wish. He couldâve asked for anythingâpower, prestige, wealth beyond imagination. But no, he wants to open a cafĂ©. A legit cafĂ©. Sure, his shady business would still run in the background, but this time, he wanted something wholesome, something real. And of course, he wants you to sponsor it, not just with money but with your influenceâQueen of the Social World that you are after your fabulous ball stunt.
Youâre intrigued, mostly because itâs Azul, but also because, well, it was a bit funny imagining him in a cute apron, serving cakes and coffee like some innocent cafĂ© owner. But business was business, and you were all in.
The following weeks were spent in an intense whirlwind of planning with Azul, Floyd, and Jade. What started as you simply agreeing to fund Azulâs cafĂ© spiraled into you helping them design the entire place, from choosing the colors of the tiles to picking out the cups, to menu planning. You found yourself oddly invested, not because Azul asked for your help, but because, strangely enough, you liked spending time with them.
Like tonight, for example. You were supposed to be working on the cafĂ©âs logo, but insteadâŠ
âStay still, Floyd,â you muttered as you carefully painted his nails. Floyd, surprisingly, wasnât squirming, but he was giving Jade some ridiculous side-eye. âIf you mess this up, I swear, Iâll let Jade poison you with the mushrooms.â
Jade chuckled, raising an eyebrow. âPoison? Now thatâs an interesting accusation. I thought we were discussing the edible variety.â
âOh, donât play innocent, Jade. Iâve read up on your particular interests,â you quipped, finishing off one of Floydâs fingers and moving on to the next. âAnd besides, everyone knows youâre a master of both the edible and the... not-so-edible.â
Floyd, meanwhile, grinned at you. âShrimpy! You know, you're real funny, you know that? I should make you my personal nail artist. Youâre doing way better than Jade ever did!â
Jade gave Floyd a look, crossing his arms in mock offense. âPlease, Floyd. My skills are exceptional, but you insist on ruining the results every time.â
You giggled, shaking your head. âThatâs because Floyd never sits still long enough for anything decent to happen. Isnât that right?â You turned to Floyd, who was just nodding along like youâd given him the biggest compliment of the year.
Azul entered the room at that moment, looking slightly confused to find you painting Floydâs nails. Without missing a beat, you reached out and tugged him over, all casual. âYouâre next, Azul. Sit.â
He blinked at you, half surprised and half flustered by how natural this all felt. âI-I didnât realize Iâd signed up for this,â he stammered but still sat down beside you like he couldnât refuse.
âYou didnât. But now youâre here, and youâll be leaving with your nails looking fabulous,â you said with a grin. You took his hand, and despite how awkwardly he tried to keep his composure, you felt him relax under your touch.
âSo, what were you discussing before I arrived?â Azul asked, glancing between you and Jade, who was still sitting nearby.
âMushrooms,â Jade said with an oddly proud smile. âOur friend here is surprisingly knowledgeable about rare species. Itâs rather refreshing to have such an... engaged conversation partner.â
âWell,â you said, dipping the nail brush back into the polish, âyouâd be surprised what you can pick up after spending a considerable amount of time researching... various topics.â
âOf course,â Jade said, his smile just a little too knowing for your liking. But you didnât take the bait, instead focusing on Azulâs hand, painting a particularly delicate pattern with precision.
As you finished Azulâs nails, Floyd suddenly launched himself at you, wrapping you in an unexpected squeeze. âShrimpy! Youâre my best friend now. Best. Friend.â
You barely had time to react as he practically crushed you, and you patted his back with a small laugh. âIâll take that as a compliment... Floyd. Now, could you maybe let me breathe?â
Azul, who had been watching the exchange with a soft look on his face, finally stepped in. âFloyd, donât suffocate our sponsor, please.â
Floyd reluctantly let you go but stayed attached to your side like a loyal puppy. âBut Shrimpyâs so soft and fun!â
You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving Floyd away. âOkay, okay. Back off, or youâll mess up your nails.â
Jade chuckled again, his gaze softening as he watched the three of you. âI must say, I never thought weâd be having... a sleepover, of sorts.â
You laughed. âNeither did I, to be honest. But I donât mind. Itâs kind of fun, isnât it? Relaxing, being able to just... exist.â
Azul glanced down at his newly painted nails, feeling the warmth of the room and the camaraderie between you all. âYes,â he murmured softly, âit is.â
And for a brief moment, Azul found himself wishing that nights like these could last forever.
The sun was already low on the horizon as you made your way toward Mostro Lounge, your daily visits now a routine you couldnât seem to avoid. It had become a comforting ritual: meeting Azul, Jade, and Floyd, where the lines between business and friendship blurred into late-night planning sessions. You had just started to hum softly to yourself when a figure stepped into your path, blocking your way.
You stopped short, frowning as you recognized the sleazy, arrogant smirk plastered on the Crown Prince's face. He was the last person you wanted to deal with today. Or ever.
âThere you are,â the prince drawled, taking a step closer to you, his hand reaching for your arm. âIâve been thinking about you. Why donât you stop all this nonsense and reconsider me as a suitor, hmm? You know I can offer you far more than Azul ever could.â
You stiffened as his hand wrapped around your wrist, his grip tighter than necessary, and you glared up at him. âLet go of me,â you said through gritted teeth.
The princeâs expression darkened, and he yanked you closer with a cruel tug. âDonât act so high and mighty. You should be grateful Iâm even giving you the time of dayââ
A loud, unmistakable voice interrupted. âOi, you slimy bastard!â Floydâs voice boomed from behind you, and the next thing you knew, the princeâs hand was wrenched off your wrist as Floyd grinned down at him with an unsettling amount of excitement in his eyes. âYou wanna keep those fingers or should I snap âem off for ya?â
The prince recoiled, his confidence wavering as Floyd stepped between the two of you, looking unhinged and ready to throw down at any moment. âDo you have any idea who I amââ
Floyd just laughed, cracking his knuckles with a loud pop. âYou really think I care? Touch Shrimpy again, and Iâll show you why itâs a bad idea.â
Just as the prince looked like he was going to say something, Jade appeared at your side, his presence cold and menacing. His polite smile only made the threat more ominous. âYour Highness, I believe my brother gave you a fair warning. I suggest you heed it unless you wish to experience... unpleasant consequences.â
The prince looked between the two brothers, weighing his options. Though his pride was clearly hurt, the danger in their eyes finally seemed to register. He took a step back, sneering at you. âThis isnât over.â
âOh, but it is,â Jade said, his smile never faltering. âIf you value your position and your life.â
With that, the prince turned on his heel and left, and it wasnât until his retreating figure disappeared that you realized you were shaking. The adrenaline coursing through your veins made your knees weak, and your breath came out shakier than you wanted it to.
âShrimpy, you okay?â Floydâs voice was softer now, lacking its usual teasing tone. He turned to you, his expression shifting from anger to concern.
Jade, too, watched you carefully. âYouâre trembling. Are you hurt?â
You shook your head, biting your lip to stop the quiver. Without thinking, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around Floyd first, burying your face in his chest. He stiffened for a second, surprised, before his arms enveloped you gently, as if unsure of how much pressure to apply.
ââS okay, Shrimpy,â Floyd mumbled into your hair. âI gotcha.â
You let out a shaky breath, feeling Jadeâs comforting hand rest on your shoulder. When you pulled away from Floyd, Jade was there too, his smile uncharacteristically soft. You hugged him as well, and for a moment, all the tension seemed to melt away as the Leech brothers stood there, silently offering their comfort.
By the time you made it to Mostro Lounge, Azul was already waiting, his expression brightening when he saw you approachâuntil he noticed your pale face and the tight look of concern on both Floyd and Jadeâs features.
âWhat happened?â Azul asked immediately, his voice sharper than usual.
You hesitated for a second, glancing toward the twins. But before you could answer, Floyd spoke up. âThe damn prince tried to pull some shit with Shrimpy.â
Azulâs entire demeanor darkened, the air around him thickening with icy fury. âIs that so?â His voice was calm, too calm, and it sent a shiver down your spine. âI see. Well, it seems our little game has taken a new turn.â
You blinked up at him, confused. âAzul?â
Azul turned to you, his stormy eyes locking with yours, and despite the anger simmering beneath his calm exterior, he smiledâa smile that sent chills down your spine, but also made you feel... protected. âFrom this point on, your revenge is my revenge. I wonât allow that fool to get away with this.â
You could only nod as the weight of his words settled over you. What had started as a personal vendetta was now much larger. Azul had made it personal, and with his intelligence and the Leech brothers by your side, you had no doubt the prince would soon regret the day he ever laid a hand on you.
Azul reached out and took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. âWeâll make sure he never forgets this lesson.â
And with that, you knewâthere was no going back now. It wasnât just about your revenge anymore. You had a powerful ally who was more than willing to turn the tables. And for the first time since youâd been thrown into this chaotic world, you felt truly... safe.
It all started with a completely innocent plan.
Well, innocent in the way that any plan involving Jade and Floyd Leech could be. You were sitting in Azul's office, sipping tea, when Floyd flopped onto the sofa like a bored toddler whoâd been forced to sit through an economics lecture.
"Ugh, Iâm bored,â he groaned, throwing an arm dramatically over his face. âLetâs go mess with someone. Like, now.â
Azul, across from you, pinched the bridge of his nose. âWe have work to do, Floyd. You canât justâ"
âI wanna mess with someone," Floyd whined, cutting him off, âand you know whoâs real fun to squish? That princessy little heroine.â
Your ears perked up. Oh no. No, no. This was bad.
But also tempting.
Azul gave you a side-eye like he already knew you were considering the chaos. âWeâre not doing this,â he said firmly, like he was talking to two feral cats he had to babysit.
Jade, standing ever-so-politely by the door with his signature smile, chimed in. âI must say, brother, it does sound like a rather⊠entertaining idea.â His eyes glinted in that creepy way that made you unsure if he was plotting your doom or just mentally filing away a new tea recipe involving venomous plants.
âYESSS!â Floyd shot up from the couch, his mood doing a complete 180. âLetâs go squish her, letâs go squishâ"
âNo,â Azul snapped, sending you a warning look. âDonât encourage this.â
You, of course, ignored the warning look entirely. âI mean⊠it's not the worst idea in the world.â You gave a dramatic sigh. âSomeone has to put her in her place.â
Azulâs eye twitched. âWe had a planââ
âAnd now we have fun,â you interrupted, standing up and straightening your jacket like you were about to lead an army into battle. âCome on, Azul. When was the last time we had fun?â
Azul opened his mouth to retort, but Floyd was already bouncing around the room like a hyperactive puppy. âOoooh, weâre gonna have fun, weâre gonna have fun!â
Jade, always the picture of composure, smiled serenely. âShall I prepare the necessary⊠ingredients?â
Azul looked like he was about to pass out from sheer exasperation. âWhat ingredients?!â
But it was too late. The twins were already in full scheming mode, and you were all-in.
Twenty minutes later, you were sneakingâwell, you were sneaking. Jade was strolling casually, and Floyd was gigglingâthrough the palace gardens where the heroine had set up her usual tea party, surrounded by noble ladies with IQs lower than the calorie count of their diet biscuits.
The plan was simple: make her life miserable. The execution, however, was where it got beautifully wacky.
Floyd had brought a lot of frogs. (Donât ask where he got them.)
The heroine was sitting, blissfully unaware, serving tea and playing the perfect little princess as usual. You felt your eye twitch just looking at her.
âEww,â Floyd whispered beside you, wrinkling his nose. âSheâs got that gross fake smile on again. Makes me wanna squish her even more.â
âPatience, Floyd,â Jade murmured, handing him a cup of âteaââwhich was, in reality, some concoction Jade had brewed that you suspected involved swamp water. âWe mustn't rush.â
Azul, standing beside you, was facepalming so hard you were surprised his glasses didnât snap in two. âThis is a disaster.â
You grinned. âNo, this is a masterpiece.â
Just as the heroine raised her cup to sip her tea, Floyd, who was clearly too impatient to wait for subtlety, threw three frogs straight at the tea table.
SPLAT!
Chaos. Utter chaos. The noble ladies screamed, cups and saucers flew, and the heroine herself jumped back like the frogs were molten lava. Her chair tipped, and she fellâright into the flowerbed, splashing herself with tea and dirt.
Jade clapped politely, ever the gentleman. âBravo, Floyd. That was an excellent throw.â
The heroine scrambled to her feet, gasping and red-faced, frantically brushing dirt and tea from her dress. âWh-whatâhow dareâ"
âOh nooooo,â Floyd said, dramatically clasping his hands to his cheeks. âIt looks like you fell! So clumsy! And right before your party too. Thatâs soooo embarrassing~!â
Azul turned to you with a look that screamed I told you this was a bad idea.
You, however, were practically glowing. âThis is the best day of my life.â
âI-Iâll have you all arrested!â the heroine spluttered, her hair falling in disarray as she glared daggers at you and the Leech twins.
âOh?â you said sweetly, leaning forward with an exaggerated pout. âFor what? Frogs? You think we command amphibians, your grace? Youâre so flattering.â
Azul cleared his throat, stepping in with his best diplomatic smile. âNow, now, letâs not escalate this. It was clearly an unfortunate mishap, and Iâm sure youâll be able to recover⊠in time.â
The heroine narrowed her eyes at him, her cheeks burning in humiliation. âYou think this is funny, donât you?!â
Floyd leaned over Azulâs shoulder, grinning like a shark. âI think itâs hilarious.â
Before she could retort, Jade suddenly stepped forward, his usual calm smile widening just a bit too much. âPerhaps it would be wise to retreat and freshen up, Miss. After all, one mustnât linger in such⊠messy conditions.â
She opened her mouth, closed it again, and thenâseeing the eyes of all the other noble ladies on her, their whispers starting to spreadâshe whirled around, storming off with a huff.
As soon as she was out of sight, you and Floyd doubled over, laughing like lunatics.
Azul, pinching the bridge of his nose again, shook his head. âI canât believe Iâm associated with any of you.â
âOh, come on, Azul!â you managed to say through giggles, wiping a tear from your eye. âThis was gold!â
âI still think we shouldâve used the snakes,â Floyd added, totally serious.
Jade, always the perfectionist, just gave a little hum. âNext time, perhaps.â
Azul sighed deeply, already regretting every life choice that led him to this moment. âI need a vacation.â
You clapped him on the shoulder. âCome on, Azul. Admit it. You had fun.â
He glanced at you, his lips twitching slightly as if he was fighting a smile. ââŠPerhaps.â
And with that, the four of you left the wreckage of the tea party behind, victorious and full of glee. The heroine would be recovering from this disaster for weeks.
Sometimes, revenge really was a dish best served with frogs.
The evening was quiet as you and Azul strolled through the town, the air filled with the subtle hum of night creatures, the scent of blooming flowers mixing with the cool night breeze. It was peaceful. Too peaceful, perhaps, as you noticed Azul shifting nervously beside you.
"Are you alright?" you asked with a raised eyebrow, watching as he straightened his posture a little too quickly. He was trying to play it cool, but you could tell that there was something bothering him.
"Of course," he replied with an air of forced calm. "Just enjoying the evening, that's all."
You nodded, though his tenseness made you smile internally. Here was Azul, calm and collected under all circumstancesâexcept in moments like these, where even the tiniest of things could throw him off. It was charming, really.
And then, out of nowhere, a loud rustling erupted from the nearby bushes. Before you could react, Azul let out a strangled, startled yelp, practically leaping into your arms in an impressive feat of acrobatics you hadnât quite expected. You blinked down at him, his arms clinging tightly to your shoulders as he cowered against you.
âW-what was that?!â he stammered, clearly shaken, his eyes darting around like a nervous prey animal.
You craned your neck to see what had caused the commotion, only to spot⊠a particularly fat raccoon waddling out of the bushes. The creature glanced at you lazily, munched on a discarded piece of bread, and then ambled away into the night.
âAzul,â you began slowly, âitâs just a raccoon.â
Azul, looking rather pale, cleared his throat and tried to regain his dignity, though he was still very much in your arms. "I-I see⊠It merely startled me, thatâs all."
For a moment, you considered putting him down, but then you looked at himâhis wide, flustered eyes, his pink-tinged cheeksâand decided, "Nope." With a little shift, you adjusted his weight in your arms and started walking again, as if carrying the mafia boss-turned-cafĂ©-owner like a blushing bride was the most normal thing in the world.
Azul blinked. "What are you doing?"
"Carrying you," you said simply.
"Butâ"
"No âbuts.â Just relax," you said cheerfully, striding forward. Azul's face went from mildly shocked to utterly dumbfounded as you continued to carry him through the quiet town square like it was the most natural thing in the world. âHonestly, youâre pretty light,â you teased, trying to hold back a grin. âI should carry you more often.â
Azul cleared his throat, his face a deep crimson now, but you didnât miss the way his arms stayed looped around your shoulders. His voice was a little quieter when he finally spoke again. âWell, if you insistâŠâ
You chuckled, enjoying his rare moment of vulnerability. As much as he liked to keep his composed businessman mask, Azul clearly wasnât immune to your charm. You could see it in the way he leaned a little closer, and for a moment, the teasing gave way to something softer, something a little more real.
When you finally set him down after several streets of wandering, Azul adjusted his glasses, his composure returning. But then he turned to you, an odd glint in his eye. âYou know⊠Iâve been thinking. About a way to get back at the prince.â
Your eyebrow quirked up in curiosity. âOh? Do tell.â
He folded his arms behind his back, looking as though he was trying to frame this in a way that didnât reveal too much. âItâs quite simple, really. A business arrangement. A⊠fake engagement.â
You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate. He cleared his throat and continued. âIf we pretend to be engaged, it would irritate the prince, perhaps even force him into a rash decision. It would also be good for my public image. And, of course, you would gain the satisfaction of seeing him completely humiliated.â
You stared at him for a moment, then smirked. âAzul⊠do you want to date me?â
He choked on absolutely nothing, sputtering, âW-whatâ Iâ thatâs not what I saidââ
You rolled your eyes, amused by how he was floundering. âItâs fine, Azul. I get it. You want to date me. You donât have to frame it like a business deal.â
Azul blinked rapidly, caught between mortification and something elseâsomething that looked like hope. âWell, thatâs⊠I meanâŠâ
âAnd if you really want to make it official,â you continued with a grin, âwhy donât we just make the engagement real?â
Azulâs flustered expression softened into something utterly pleased. For a moment, he stood there, barely containing the wide smile that threatened to break free. âYou⊠Youâd really consider that?â
âI think it would be fun,â you said with a wink. âPlus, itâll definitely piss off the prince.â
Azul finally allowed himself to smileâa genuine, relieved smile that made your heart skip a beat. âIn that case⊠I would be honored.â
The next morning, you decided to really turn things up a notch. You knew the prince and the heroine were planning to spend their day parading around the town square, fishing for compliments and praise. So, naturally, you decided to plan your very public proposal right in the middle of their little event.
You stood with Azul in the town square, both of you perfectly dressed for the occasion. The crowd gathered, waiting for the princeâs grand appearance, but before he could make his big entrance, you stole the spotlight. Grabbing Azulâs hand, you dragged him to the center of the square, and with a dramatic flourish, you dropped to one knee.
âAzul Ashengrotto,â you began, projecting your voice loud enough for the entire square to hear, âwill you do me the honor of becoming my fiancĂ©?â
The crowd gasped, murmurs rippling through the commoners. The prince, who had just appeared with the heroine on his arm, looked absolutely dumbfounded, while the heroine herself looked like sheâd swallowed a lemon.
Azul, ever the dramatic actor, placed a hand over his heart as if he was deeply moved. âOf course!â he said, tears welling up in his eyes. âIt would be my greatest honor.â
The crowd erupted into applause as you slipped a ring onto his finger, and Azul pretended to wipe away a tear, leaning in to whisper, âYou know, I didnât think youâd go this far.â
You grinned up at him, whispering back, âWell, youâre the one who wanted to fake it. Might as well make it memorable.â
Azul let out a small laugh, then looked at you with something softer in his eyes. âI have to admit⊠this isnât so bad.â
And for the first time since this whole revenge plot began, you found yourself feeling⊠happy. Not just because youâd embarrassed the prince and heroine, though that certainly was satisfying. But because standing here, with Azul by your side, it felt like maybe, just maybe, this arrangement could be more than just a scheme.
Azul sniffled dramatically, playing up the moment for all it was worth, but you saw the genuine affection in his eyes. And as the crowd continued to cheer and applaud, you couldnât help but smile, truly and honestly happy for onceâhappy just to exist here with Azul, your hand firmly in his.
Tea parties were the bane of your existence. Seriously, youâd rather file taxes for a hundred years or listen to the princeâs self-praising monologues on loop than sit at one more dainty little table surrounded by frills and forced giggles. But, here you were, once again trapped in the depths of social hell, smiling so hard your face muscles were cramping.
âIsnât this just delightful?â one of the duchesses chirped, her laugh tinkling like a bell forged from your nightmares. You could practically hear your soul dying.
You plastered on a fake smile. âAbsolutely. A dream come true.â
Across the table, the heroine herselfâMiss Sunshine and Butterfliesâfluttered around like she was hosting the fanciest gala of the year. You bit back a groan as she served tea to everyone, her stupidly sweet smile never faltering. But there was a gleam in her eye, something almost off about the way she was handing out those cups.
You squinted. Was it just you, or did her eyes always look like that? Beady little things, like a snake pretending to be a fluffy bunny. Ugh, maybe it was just her entire vibe that set you off. You wouldnât be surprised if she threw in a few spiteful herbs just to ruin your day further.
âHere you go!â she chirped, placing a cup of Rosehip in front of you. Her eyes gleamed again.
Okay, weird.
Before you could think too hard about it, Azulâs hand slid across the table. With a smooth, practiced movement, he swapped your cup with his, like this was a perfectly normal thing to do.
You blinked at him, raising a brow. âWhat? Did you want rosehip that badly?â
Azul smiled, giving you a soft shrug. âIâve always been partial to it.â
That was⊠well, typical Azul. You shrugged it off. Maybe he just wanted to get a taste of a different blend, and it wasnât like you were going to argue over tea.
And then he took a sip.
And immediately coughed up blood.
"Azul?!" you shrieked, eyes widening as he doubled over, clutching his throat. The teacup slipped from his hand and shattered against the table. Panic shot through your chest like a dagger.
"Oh my god, Azul!" you were up and out of your chair faster than youâd ever moved in your life, diving next to him on the floor as his coughing turned wet and ragged. Blood splattered onto the pristine tablecloth, and all you could hear was your heartbeat thundering in your ears. âNo, no, no, NO, this is NOT happening!â
Azulâs face was turning ashen, his breathing shallow, and you were completely losing it.
âWhat the hell was in that tea?!â You turned, glaring murderously at the heroine, who just stood there, wide-eyed and shocked. Your hands trembled as you pulled Azul closer, cradling his head against your lap like he was going to die any second.
âStay with me, dammit! Donât you DARE leave me like this!â you sobbed, tears streaming down your face. âWe havenât even finished the damn revenge plot, you idiot! I-I didnât even get to tell you I like you!â
Healers finally came rushing in, but by then you were an absolute messâfull-on ugly crying, gripping Azulâs shirt so hard your knuckles turned white. You were inconsolable, practically wailing like the world was ending because, to you, it really felt like it was.
âP-please, Iâll do anything! Just donât die, okay?! You can have my soul, my fortune, my entire wardrobe, I donât care! Iâll even stop plotting revenge, just donâtâdonâtââ you hiccupped through sobs, nearly incoherent at this point.
Somehow, through your hysterical bargaining with the universe, the healers managed to stabilize Azul. His breathing evened out, the blood stopped flowing, and you could hear them saying something about the poison wearing off. But all you could do was sit there, holding him as the storm of emotions tore through you like a hurricane.
It felt like an eternity before he was finally awake and stable, sitting up in bed after what felt like the longest, most agonizing night of your life. And when you saw him there, looking far too smug for someone who had just almost died, you snapped.
âWhat the hell was that?!â You stormed into the room, furious tears still clinging to your lashes. âWhat in the name of all thatâs holy possessed you to drink that?!â
Azul blinked at you, clearly not expecting the outburst. âI didnât want you to get hurtââ
âI DONâT CARE!â you shrieked, pacing around like a madwoman. âYou almost died! Do you have any idea what that did to me?!â
Azul opened his mouth to reply, but you cut him off, throwing your hands up. âThe dealâs off, Azul! Iâm done! No more revenge, no more schemes, I donât want to be a part of this if youâre gonna be coughing up blood and nearly dying on me!â
You were about two seconds away from spiraling into another sobfest when suddenly, Azul grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward him. Before you could even protest, his lips crashed onto yours, shutting you up immediately.
You blue screened.
For a solid five seconds, all you could think was: Oh, heâs kissing me. And then, Wait, he's kissing me!
He pulled back, looking exasperated and amused all at once. âWill you calm down?â he said, his voice soft but firm. âIâm not going anywhere. I want to see this through. For you.â
You blinked, completely thrown off. âBut⊠why?â
âBecause,â he smirked, âyouâre not the only one with a vendetta. And, well,â his eyes softened a little, âbecause I care about you.â
Your heart stuttered, and you stared at him, still not quite over the kiss. âYou what?â
Azul chuckled, clearly enjoying the rare sight of you being completely speechless. âSounds like you care about me too,â he teased. âOr did I hallucinate you confessing your undying love while I was poisoned?â
Your face flushed red, and you crossed your arms defensively. âI wasnât confessing my undying love, I was panicking, okay? But, yeah. Fine. I like you. I was gonna tell you sooner, but then you had to go and die on me.â
Azul raised an eyebrow. âI didnât die.â
âShut up,â you grumbled. âYou almost did.â
He laughed, and you swore your heart did a little flip. âWell, now that weâve cleared that upâŠâ he leaned closer again, his eyes glinting with mischief. âWhat do you say we continue this revenge plot? With less near-death experiences, of course.â
You eyed him warily. âOnly if you promise to never pull that shit again.â
Azul chuckled and gave you a playful, solemn look. âI promise.â
You rolled your eyes, but your heart was still pounding as you leaned in, pulling him into another kiss. And this time, there was no poison, no tears, no panicâjust the two of you, finally on the same page for once.
And maybe, just maybe, you could pull off this revenge scheme and come out of it with something even better.
It was a party meant for the elite of the kingdomâeveryone who considered themselves someone was present. Glistening chandeliers, extravagant gowns, and enough fake smiles to power an entire city. But all you could focus on was the princeâwho was pretending not to undress you with his eyes from across the ballroomâand the heroine, fluttering about with her fake miracles and equally fake modesty.
You stood by Azul, nursing a glass of wine and feeling like your patience was thinner than ever. But tonight was the night. The two of you had been planning this for weeks. Everything was in place, and the heroine and the prince were about to get the public humiliation they so richly deserved. The prince, with his wandering hands and slimy charm, had made it no secret he was obsessed with you, the villainess. And the heroine? A conniving fraud with no real powers, just cheap tricks and affairs with every married noble she could get her hands on. They were perfect for each other.
Azul adjusted his glasses, his smirk subtle but telling. âAre you ready?â
You glanced at him, a wicked grin spreading across your face. âBorn ready.â
The two of you exchanged a nod, and as Azul sauntered toward the princeâs little circle of sycophants, you made your way toward the heroine, who was doing her best impression of a saintly flower surrounded by admirers. The second you reached her, she turned to you with that fake smile, the kind that said I wish I could set you on fire, but Iâll settle for pretending to like you.
âAh, itâs so good to see you,â she cooed, her eyes scanning you for a flaw to latch onto.
You gave her a saccharine smile, voice dripping with false sweetness. âLikewise. I couldnât help but overhear your little chat about your latest miracleâwhat was it this time? Turning water into wine?â
She blinked, momentarily caught off guard. âOh, nothing so grand. Just helping a few people in need, as always.â
âHelping?â you raised an eyebrow. âThatâs funny, because I seem to recall several of those âpeople in needâ being married men. Some of them not exactly in need of healing, but more⊠in need of a different kind of attention.â
Gasps erupted around you. The heroineâs face turned a rather satisfying shade of white.
âI donât know what youâre implying,â she stammered, her composure cracking.
âOh, Iâm not implying anything,â you said, voice turning sharp as a blade. âIâm flat-out saying it. Youâve been using your so-called âholy powersâ as a cover while having affairs with multiple married men. Thatâs not even the worst of it, though, is it? Letâs talk about your miraclesâor should I say, your alchemy tricks.â
More gasps. Nobles all around were now staring, whispers spreading like wildfire. And as for the heroine? She looked like she was about to faint.
âYouâyouâre lying!â she screeched, eyes wide with desperation.
âOh, am I?â You pulled out a letter, one of many you and Azul had collected. âBecause this says otherwise. A love letter to Lord Ainsworth, a very married man, detailing your... special âhealing sessions.ââ You fluttered the letter in front of her face, then loudly cleared your throat, reading aloud, âYour touch is divine, and I felt so... blessed after our long night together. Honestly, your vocabulary could use some work. Not exactly poetic, is it?â
The heroine was trembling now, and the crowd around you was in stunned silence. But you werenât done. Oh no. You turned to where Azul was confronting the prince. Perfect timing.
Azul was speaking smoothly, voice calm but lethal. âAnd speaking of deception, Your Highness, should we address your... exemplary battlefield skills? Iâve heard rumors that when the kingdom needed you most, you deserted the warfront. Ran off with a servant girl while your men perished. Am I wrong?â
The prince, who had been sneering at you from afar, suddenly looked as though heâd been slapped. âThatâs preposterous!â
âOh?â Azulâs smirk deepened. âSo, you didnât flee like a coward and abandon your post? Perhaps we should ask your former comrades. Oh wait, we canâtâtheyâre dead.â
Gasps turned into outright murmurs now, the room swirling with scandal. The prince, visibly sweating, attempted to regain control. âI donât have to listen to this nonsense! Guards! Arrest theseââ
You cut him off with a laugh, stepping forward. âOh, and before you get all high and mighty, letâs not forget your little... habit of harassing women at court. Everyoneâs heard about it, but no oneâs had the guts to say it out loud. You have no idea how many complaints have been buried by your influence.â
The princeâs face turned purple. He looked like a fish flopping on dry land, desperate to escape. The nobles around him, previously loyal lapdogs, were now backing away, muttering to each other in disbelief.
The heroine finally broke, shrieking like a banshee. âYou canât do this to us! Youâll regret this!â
You turned to her with a smile that could only be described as gleeful. âI already do, dear. Trust me, being in the same room with you is enough regret for a lifetime.â
And with that, Azul snapped his fingers, signaling the beginning of your grand exit.
In the chaos that followedânobles yelling, the prince and the heroine in absolute shamblesâFloyd, with a cackle, grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of flour. âTime to go, Shrimpy!â
âWhat is it with you and throwing me over your shoulder?!â you hollered, flailing. But you were laughing, adrenaline coursing through your veins.
Meanwhile, Jade was quick to hoist Azul over his shoulder, ignoring Azulâs indignant protests. âI am fully capable of walking, Jade!â
Jade chuckled. âBut this is faster.â
With that, the four of you barreled out of the ballroom, tearing through the palace halls like children whoâd just pulled the most epic prank of their lives. You could hear the sounds of guards scrambling, but none of them seemed to have the nerve to chase after you. After all, exposing the kingdomâs so-called saviors was no small feat.
âWhere are we even going?!â you laughed, gripping onto Floydâs jacket as he sprinted full speed, not slowing down for a second.
âAnywhere that isnât here, duh!â Floyd cackled, clearly having the time of his life.
After a few more turns, you finally found a secluded garden, well away from the palace guards, and Floyd unceremoniously dropped you onto the ground. Jade did the same to Azul, though with a bit more care.
You took a moment to catch your breath, still riding high from the adrenaline of it all. Azul straightened his coat, still clearly annoyed by the shoulder-ride but too composed to say much about it.
âWell, that was fun,â you said, leaning back against the garden wall. âSo, what now? Are we fugitives yet?â
Azul, now looking much more composed, adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. âThereâs still the matter of my wish. You promised me one, remember?â
You blinked. âOh, right. What do you want?â
Azul hesitated, then fixed you with a look that was surprisingly serious. âCome with me to the Coral Sea.â
You stared at him. âWhat, like... right now?â
Azulâs eyes flickered with something like doubt. âYou donât have toââ
âOh, no, Iâm in,â you interrupted, grinning. âLetâs go right now before we get arrested or something.â
Azul blinked, clearly not expecting you to agree so readily. âYou⊠youâre serious?â
You shrugged. âWhy wouldnât I be? This place is a nightmare. You know what sounds fun? Underwater adventures. Coral Sea? Sign me up. Letâs get out of here before they send a search party.â
Floyd laughed loudly, throwing an arm around you. âI like this plan! Letâs see how Shrimpy handles the ocean!â
Jade chuckled, his smile as sharp as ever. âIt seems we have an impromptu vacation ahead of us.â
Azul, still looking somewhat stunned, finally smiledâthough it was a soft, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat. âVery well. Letâs go, then. The Coral Sea awaits.â
The Coral Sea was nothing like you expected, but everything you needed. Youâd relocated your cafĂ© to this underwater haven, a place filled with bioluminescent reefs, shimmering schools of fish, and an air of quiet magic. Running a cafĂ© under the sea was a wild dream, but somehow, you and Azul had made it happen. Every day felt like an adventure, with Floyd and Jade always testing your patienceâand taste budsâwith their questionable yet inventive cooking.
Today was no different.
You stood at the counter of your cafĂ©, watching with a mix of amusement and mild horror as Floyd dumped a strange, glowing ingredient into a bubbling pot. Jade stood next to him, calmly adding delicate pinches of spices that, according to him, would âbring out the flavor.â
You raised an eyebrow. âSo, what exactly are you making today? Because last time, Iâm pretty sure I saw sparks coming out of the dish.â
âDonât worry, Shrimpy!â Floyd chirped, giving the pot an enthusiastic stir. âThis one wonât explode! Probably.â
Jade smirked, clearly enjoying your wariness. âItâs a new dish weâve been perfectingâSea Serpent Stew. I think youâll find it... quite unique.â
You blinked. âSea Serpent⊠what now?â
Floyd cackled. âRelax, itâs just a name! No actual sea serpents in it. Mostly.â
With a resigned sigh, you accepted the bowl they handed you and stared down at the glowing, swirling contents. It looked like something out of a mad alchemistâs lab. But hey, youâd survived worseâlike being kidnapped by Floyd. This was nothing.
Bracing yourself, you took a cautious sip.
It wasnât⊠terrible. Actually, it was kind of delicious. Spicy, with an oddly sweet aftertaste that lingered in a pleasant way. You blinked in surprise, then took another spoonful.
âWell, damn,â you said, looking at the two eels with newfound respect. âThis is actually good. I canât believe Iâm saying this, but I think we could add this to the menu.â
Floyd pumped a fist into the air. âYesss! Told ya we nailed it!â
Jade chuckled, looking pleased but less outwardly excited. âIâm glad it meets your standards.â
You grinned at them both. âI mean, if people donât mind glowing food, weâre set. Letâs call it âMystic Stewâ or something. Iâll work on the branding.â
After a few more rounds of tasting, tweaking, and banter, the day finally wound down. The cafĂ©âs lanterns dimmed, casting the place in a soft, cozy glow, and you could hear the gentle hum of the ocean outside. Floyd and Jade headed out to âhunt for more ingredientsââwhich you suspected was code for causing chaos somewhere elseâleaving you alone to close up with Azul.
You locked the doors, the quiet settling in as Azul finished counting the dayâs earnings. He glanced at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. âAnother successful day.â
âYup. Canât believe Iâm saying this, but I think weâre actually doing well here,â you mused, walking over to him. The quiet moments like this were becoming your favoriteâjust the two of you, after the bustle of the day, with nothing but the serene ocean around you.
Azul chuckled, slipping his arms around your waist as you leaned into him. âYou doubted our business?â
âNever doubted the business,â you teased. âBut the Coral Sea? Yeah, I wasnât sure about moving here. But now... I wouldnât trade it for anything.â
He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his touch warm and familiar. âIâm glad. This place... itâs different from anything I could have imagined, but with you here, it feels like home.â
Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldnât help but smile. âI never thought a stupid order for a magic rock would lead to this, but here we are. You and me, running a cafĂ© under the sea. Who knew?â
Azul chuckled, pulling you closer. âThat magic rock was the start of everything, wasnât it? â
You looked up at him, feeling your chest tighten with affection. âYeah, funny how life works. I thought I was signing up for a revenge plot, and instead, I got... well, you.â
Azulâs gaze softened, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. The weight of everythingâthe journey, the chaos, the unplanned twistsâhung in the air between you, warm and comforting.
âI love you, you know that?â you said, the words slipping out with ease now, no hesitation.
Azul smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. âAnd I love you. More than I thought possible.â
You tilted your head, a mischievous grin tugging at your lips. âGood, because youâre stuck with me now. No refunds, no returns.â
He laughed, a rare, genuine sound that made your heart swell. âI wouldnât have it any other way.â
With that, you pulled him into a kiss, soft and lingering, with the ocean as your only witness. Thisâright hereâwas everything. The cafĂ©, the Coral Sea, and Azul by your side. It might have started with a plot for petty revenge, but it had turned into something much deeper, much more real.
And as you stood there in his arms, the world felt right. You had found your place. Together.
Series Masterlist ; Masterlist
Okay! Kalim and Leona are next! (Whichever I finish editing first) Who would y'all like to see after that?
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Azul x fem! Reader
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Angst
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You knew your husband didnât like you.
Since the day he met you. He never liked you.
And it wasnât like it was entirely your fault. The marriage between the two of you wasnât even on you. It was your parents' idea.
Both of your mothers have been good friends since they were children. One of their biggest dreams since they were young teens was for their future children to get together and marry.
So there was no stopping them once they made up their mind.
You vividly remember the look on your husband's face when he first found out about this arrangement.
It was over dinner. His mother invited your parents over to âcatch upâ as she phrased it. Of course your mother was thrilled the moment she got the text. You remember how she dragged both you and your father out of bed as she told you two to get ready.
Both you and your father had to sit there for a good 15 minute drive while your mother yapped and yapped about her best friend and how she was so excited to see her again.
You were rather upset about being interrupted from your sleep.
The house was nice. It was big, beautiful, and well furnished.
Dinner was great. His mother is an excellent cook. You remember complimenting her when you first tasted her food. The woman blushed as she thanked you.
Telling you that you were such a sweetheart
And thatâs when you also met him. He was nice at first. He welcomed you into his home and introduced himself.
Azul Ashengrotto
You wouldnât lie, he was beautiful.
Pretty bluish purple eyes, soft looking hair, and a cute mole underneath his bottom lip.
He looked perfect
And you wouldnât lie that you didnât feel butterflies when he smiled at you.
That sweet smile
But that sweet smile soon turned into a scowl. The moment his mother uttered those words, he stood up from his seat as he looked at his parents in disbelief. Especially his mother.
âIâm what?!â Eyes wide and brow furrowed.
âAzul! Donât raise your tone at me!â
âIâm sorry mother, but Iâm NOT going to marry her! I donât even know her!â
âThatâs why the two of you are going to get to know each other! Câmon Azul y/n is a sweet girl!â
âIâm sorry motherâŠbut I canâtâ Once those words left his lips, he stormed out.
âAzul!!â His mother called out, but he ignored her.
You vividly remember his mother apologizing to you and your parents that night. Her face flushed in embarrassment after the scene her son caused.
âNo itâs fine Mrs. Ashengrotto! I understand why he acted that wayâ
âNo itâs not fine! Iâm so sorry sweetie, I promise heâs not always like this!â She says as she continues spitting out apologies.
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That was during your 2nd year of high school. After that night, your mother told you that you and Azul are engaged and that the two of you will soon be married after graduation.
You tried to look excited. But you just couldnât. Ever since Azul found out about the marriage and how you werenât against it and didnât say anything to both of your parents, he hated you.
When you would come over for dinner at the Ashengrotto house or just a simple hang out, he would ignore your every attempt of you trying to get to know him.
You would ask about his hobbies, his interests, favorite color, favorite food, etc. but every attempt will lead to you being ignored.
He will tell you to go away. Do not talk to him and that you were annoying.
But you didnât let that phase you. You wanted to get to know him. After all, the two of you will soon get married.
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You remember asking his mom about the type of food Azul likes. She squealed when you asked as she dragged you to the kitchen and proceed to tell you about all the different dishes azul liked.
You remember spending hours trying to make him the best meal so he will at least warm up to you a bit. But all you were greeted with was your food being thrown away.
But you still didnât let that phase you.
You soon learned that he goes to night raven college and that heâs a dorm leader. You also learned that he has his very own restaurant in said dorm.
You tried getting him to tell you all about it. How heâs doing in night raven and how he is able to handle a business while in school.
But nothing. He would just grip his pen and tell you to be quiet and to leave.
But again, his harsh words didnât get to you one bit.
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The news of his overblot had you worried sick. You quickly made your way to the isle of sages when you heard about the news. Walking down the halls of night raven as you demanded to know where your fiancé was at.
Thatâs the first time the tweels ever saw/heard about you.
Azul fiancé? Interesting.
You sat next to Azul in the nurseâs office. Heart beating at a fast rate as his eyes were closed.
âAzulâŠplease wake upâ The twins eyed each other as they continued to watch the scene in front of them.
You quickly sat straight when you saw azul slowly opening his eyes. Grabbing a hold of his hand as you bombarded him with questions and asking if he was okay.
He was confused about his surroundings but the moment he heard your voice and the feeling of something touching his hand. He screamed.
âLET GO OF MEâ
You and the tweels eyes widen at his outburst. The tweels being confused and you feeling a bit embarrassed.
âA-azul thereâs no need to yell! You have just woken up-â But before you could finish your sentence, the sound of the door slamming opened caught everyone's attention.
âAzul!â
âYuu?â He said. You turn to look at azul as a light flush appears on his cheeks.
Ah
Thatâs when everything clicked
Azul didnât just hate you for no reason. He hated you because now that heâs tied to you, he wonât be able to be with the one he truly loves.
You watch as this yuu person checks up on him before scolding him about being trouble for them and their friends.
After the scolding, they turn to you with a surprise look on their face.
âOh! Iâm sorry I didnât notice you there! Whatâs your name?â They lookedâŠso nice.
âY/nâ
âItâs nice to meet you y/n! Iâm yuu! Are you a friend of azul?â
âNo Iâm actually-â
âPersonal nurseâ You looked at azul with a hurt expression. But he didnât even look your way. His full attention was set on yuu.
âRightâŠâ You excused yourself before getting up and leaving.
Trying to ignore the tears sliding down your cheeks
-
You noticed how slightly happier azul looked when he was near yuu or even hearing their name. You tried to pretend like it didnât do anything to you. Like you didnât feel your heart get stabbed and crushed every time you visit night raven only to see that he was with yuu.
It was like that for a year. Until the tragic news came out.
Yuu finally found a way back home. Everyone was devastated but also tried to be happy for yuu. After all that was their goal since the very beginning.
To go home
Azul hasnât been the same after that. He started to overwork himself. Barely eating and leaving his office. You would bring him food in hopes that he would at least eat something.
Two years after yuu left twisted wonderland. It was graduation time. You were excited, happy! You finally did it. You remember the happy look on your parents' faces as they watched you walk that stage.
You were happy
But
That soon went away when you remembered. Your wedding. Of course, how can you forget that in a few months, you're going to be married to azul.
And he wasnât happy. And he showed it.
When you would ask him about his opinions on a dress or venue. He would just scoff and tell you to figure it out yourself. That he didnât care.
After an attempt of trying to get his opinions for the wedding, you left all the planning to his and your mother.
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The day of the wedding. You didnât feel the happiness that many brides have described on their special day. You didnât feel beautiful with the dress that you had on.
Itâs not because the dress was ugly! Oh no not in the slightest. In fact, the dress was gorgeous!
ButâŠYOU didnât feel beautiful at all. Like you didnât belong in it.
The wedding venue looked absolutely breathtaking. Everything looked perfect.
The Moment you walked down the aisle. You could see that azul was not paying attention at all. He looked like he was spaced out. You tried not to let it bother you.
This wasnât like the fairy tales
You were supposed to be happy! Feel beautiful in your dress and having your groom crying in the altar because of how stunning you looked in your dress!
But no. No crying, no happiness, just an empty feeling.
During your vows. You can tell that azul didnât mean any of it. It was just empty promises.
When the words âyou may now kiss the brideâ came out. He lookedâŠdisgusted almost.
It was a quick peck. So quick that you didnât even feel it.
Everyone cheered as they all congratulated you two.
This isnât like the fairy tales at all
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4 years
4 years after you and azul became husband and wife, nothing changed.
The two of you slept in two completely different rooms. Two rooms that were far away from each other. After graduating from night raven, he opened up an even bigger and better mostro lounge near the beach.
And thatâs where he spends most of his time at. Heâs barely home and when the rare chances he is home, heâs locked away in his office.
In those rare days heâs home. You will cook for him and place it in front of his office. Telling him that his food was done.
He would either throw it away and order take out or sometimes when heâs really hungry and doesnât feel like waiting, he eats it.
You did everything a perfect wife would do. You would cook for him, do the laundry, clean, grocery shopping, care and pay attention to him even if he doesnât like it.
You did everything
But it still wasnât enough
You still tried to get him to open up to you. You would try to start conversations even when he ignores you. You would talk about your day when he doesnât want to tell you about his.
Itâs alright. Heâll warm up to me soon. Itâs alright
You try to tell yourself that everything is alright. That he will soon change and the two of you will live life like a normal happy couple.
But that hope was soon crushed when one night, when you were coming back after using the bathroom, you heard sobs and cries coming from azul office.
In a flash you made it to the front door. You were about to knock and open the door when you heard him say a familiar name.
âY-yuuâŠ.come backâŠpleaseâ
Your heart broke that night
You quietly walked away from the door and made it to your room.
You silently cried yourself to sleep. Asking the great sevens why you had to suffer like this.
This wasnât the kind of life you wanted
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A few days after that incident, Azul invited the twins over. You welcomed them with warm smile and told them that azul was in his office waiting for them. They greeted you with smiles before walking off to azul office.
As they made their way upstairs, you didnât notice the pair of mismatch eyes watching you as they soon disappeared upstairs.
You decided to make some snacks for them. You prepared them with love and once you were done you made your way upstairs to azul office.
Just when you were outside the door, you heard your name being mentioned.
âY/n? Sheâs so annoying! I canât believe my mother made me marry her! Sevens she never leaves me alone. Always asking me about my day when I donât even want to talk to herâ You can hear him let out a frustrated sigh.
You try not to let that get to you. You knocked before coming in.
âI made you guys some snacks. I hope you like themâ You bowed before walking out.
I canât do this anymore
You quickly walked to your room before packing some of your stuff.
I canât I canât I canât! I canât live like this! Being stuck in a love less marriage that I didnât even want in the first place!
Your hands were shaking as you grabbed the last of what you needed.
You looked at the ring on your finger
A ring the doesnât mean anything
You took it off and threw it on the bed. You quietly walked out of your room before heading downstairs. Azul and the twins were busy talking about whatever kind of business they talked about.
Besides, azul wouldnât even care
You look back at the house that you used to call home one last time before never looking back.
You wished thatâs how it ended. But no
Your life couldnât get any worse could it? Because just when you thought you can start freshâŠ.Your life was over.
You didnât know how it happened. One second you're in a taxi and the next everything goes black.
The last thing you hear is police and ambulance sirens coming from the distance.
And everything goes silent.
You wake up
You donât know how but you wake up.
âY/nn!! Get up you have to get ready! My friend invited us over for dinner!â
âW-what?â You sat up and you ask the great sevens if this is a joke.
Is my eyes flashing before my eyes or something?!
âDear get up and get ready! Your father isnât awake yet either jeez the two of you are going to be the death of meâ
âM-momâ
âYes sweetie?â
âWhat year is it?â She looks at you dumbfounded.
âEh?â
âWhatâŠyear is it?â
âHoney are you okay? Are you feeling sick?â
âPlease answerâ She looks at you worriedly before answering your question.
âItâs 20XX, why? Oh my sevens donât tell me your on drugs?!â
20XX?
No
Impossible
This canât be
Did you justâŠwake up in the past? Exactly 6 years ago? When you first met âŠ.azul
âMomâ
âYes honey? Are you okay?â
âI donât feel too good. I think Iâm just going to stay homeâ
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EWWW I FEEL LIKE THIS IS CRINGEđđ anyways here some angstđ€ not proof read im literally half asleep rbđ«
#inuiiwonderlandđ€#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#disney twst#twst x reader#twst angst#twst azul#twst azul ashengrotto#twisted wonderland azul#twst azul x reader#twisted wonderland x fem reader#twst x female reader#azul x reader#azul ashengrotto#twst tweels#twst imagines
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uhhh something something fem azul I REALLY LIKE OCTOPUSES
taglist (ask to be added!): @taruruchi @honeyedpearcrushh @teighveepao @boopshoops @scint1llat3
@h2llish @viperbunnies @buttholesparkles @oya-oya-okay @cheerleaderman
@qsoap + @gimmeurmoneyagh cus of that insane reply you gave me HAHA
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst fanart#azul ashengrotto#twst azul#twst azul ashengrotto#disney twst#disney twisted wonderland#ă»â„ă»my art#fem azul#fem azul ashengrotto#fem twst#dumbo octopus#cephalopods#octavinelle#fem twisted wonderland#shrimpnetwrk#help she looks like shes about to cry
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Ranking the NRC boys on how well they could drape a saree
On account of it being Wedding Seasonâą, I present to you a tier list I made as I was waiting for my mum to finish getting ready at the salon
Just a reminder that I write for female readers
For some reason, Orthoâs not showing up but he would be top tier because Idia 100% programmed him to be able to do that (Iâm talking about for Idiaâs gf by the way)
#fem reader#twst x reader#twst#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst headcanons#twisted wonderland headcanons#riddle rosehearts x reader#trey clover x reader#deuce spade x reader#ace trappola x reader#cater diamond x reader#leona kingscholar x reader#jack howl x reader#ruggie bucchi x reader#azul ashengrotto x reader#jade leech x reader#floyd leech x reader#kalim al asim x reader#jamil viper x reader#vil shoenheit x reader#rook hunt x reader#epel felmier x reader#idia shroud x reader#ortho shroud x reader#malleus draconia x reader#lilia vanrouge x reader#silver x reader#sebek zigvolt x reader
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yo is this the new movie starring jade leech
#digital art#drawing#digital artist#artists on tumblr#disney twst#twisted wonderland#twst fanart#twst wonderland#jade leech#octavinelle#azul ashengrotto#floyd leech#twst genderbend#genderbend#jade leech genderbend#fem jade leech
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FEM AZUL ASHENGROTTO!!!!!
I was gonna give her a fedora but a floppy hat was cuter and here I am
#twst#twisted wonderland#azul ashengrotto#disney twst#twst azul#twst fanart#twst azul ashengrotto#disney twisted wonderland#fem azul#fem twst#fem azul ashengrotto#fem twisted wonderland#ghostii art#my art#I'm not used to rendering like that ISNIJGRWNWGIN also I liked the original socks so I didn't get rid of the swirly print anyway yeah
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#Azul Ashengrotto#Twst Azul#Twst#Twisted Wonderland#Octavinelle#twst fem#fem azul#fem Azul ashengrotto#fem!azul#fanart#my art#oyaokayart
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Miss Azul everyoneđ
#ceo of genderbending#twst#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland#disney twst#twisted wonderland disney#twst wonderland#disney#twstăăĄăłăąăŒă#twst disney#twst art#twst fanart#twst genderbend#genderbend azul#fem azul#azul ashengrotto#twst azul#twisted wonderland fanart#fanart#drawing#art tag#small artist#artists on tumblr#nelles things
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I REMEMBER THESE
THESE ARE SO OLD WHAATTT
#twisted wonderland#twst#azul ashengrotto#malleus draconia#idia shroud#fem azul ashengrotto#fem malleus draconia#fem idia shroud#fem twisted wonderland#fem twst
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Fem Azul, breathe if you agree đđđ
Guys im literally so normal rn and having extremely normal person thoughts that aren't queer at all đ
#twisted wonderland#twist disney#twisted wonderland fanart#disney twst#twst#twst wonderland#azul ashengrotto#fem azul#fem azul ashengrotto
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lesbians. Women, if you will
(Doodle provided by @lowcallyfruity)
#Listen#Azul spent all of book four tryna shoot his shot#He deserves a win#Also BUBBLE BRAID KALIM#BUBBLE BRAID KALIM#RAHHHHHHH#fem Azul ashengrotto#azul ashengrotto#jamil viper#Fem Jamil viper#Kalim al asim#twst#twisted wonderland#disney twst#azujami#jamiazu#ashenviper
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Twisted wonderland incorrect Quotes #32
Azul:when do you play fighting games?
Idia:every time i go outside
Deuce:how do you manage to stay so positiveÂ
Mc:Delusion
FEM!MC:The sexual tension between me and disappearing without explanation is astonishing
#twisted wonderland#incorrect twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#inncorrect quotes#divider by cafekitsune#incorrect quotes#twist disney#twisted wonderland x reader#twst incorrect quotes#fem mc#deuce twst#deuce x reader#deuce spade#twst deuce#twisted wonderland deuce#azul ashengrotto#twst azul#azul x reader#twisted wonderland azul#azul x yuu#azul x mc#azul x you#azul x idia#idia x yuu#twst idia#idia twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland idia#idia shroud#idia x reader
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