#octanivelle x reader

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You're a girl?!

how they find out you're a girl and their reactions

tags: afab (Floyd's part talks abt female anatomy), slight spoilers, lmk if there's any other

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Azul

After his overblot incident, he assumed that you both had ended up becoming acquaintance (he won't give up on his 2nd branch at ramshackle). So he's keeping an ear out for opportunities. Also since he has contracts with so many students, he hears an unusual rumour. The ramshackle prefect is apparently female? Well, he'll just have to check it out for himself. Sends jade to snoop around but not in a perverted way.

Once the rumours were confirmed to be true, Azul literally bursts into flames. The memories of treating you so ungentlemanly all come flooding into his head. And you saw his chubby baby picture??? Unbelievable. In all honesty though, he doesn't try to get into contracts with you. Doesn't apply to the people around you. We both know who I'm talking about. Even if your friends can't pay, he won't threaten you that he knows because there must be a reason why you're hiding it. He couldn't imagine how he'd feel if someone did that to him with his baby picture.

Jade

He knew from the start. I don't know how but he knows. It's like his secret power. Doesn't do much, but he likes to tease. Either when you're in a crowded space or when you're with your friends. He'll drop subtle hints that you're a female but nothing major. Just enough for you to know that he knows 😐

Overall 4/10 because he keeps messing around with you but since he's one of my favorites we'll forgive and forget. Won't tell Azul because it's HIS secret. So you don't need to worry about Azul threatening you into a deal.

Floyd

He knew as soon as he squeezed you. The minute he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you up to his chest he knew. Something along the lines of "eh? Shrimpy, what's this lumpy things on your chest?" And it doesn't help that his voice is l o u d. Once it clicks in his head, he's smiling mischievously at you.

He seems like someone who will use your secret against you. He's bored? He'll come find you. You don't want to hang out? Do the rest of the student body know you're a girl? Yeah, so approach with caution. Once you stop showing any reaction towards his threats, he gets grumpy and pouts. Just make sure you placate him somehow. Because one day he really might just scream out to everyone that you're a girl.

reblogs appreciated!

[viaviavie]

OPERATION CINDERELLA-SABOTAGE [OCTAVINELLE]

in which he rescues you from your very short-lived wedding.

SUMMARY: due to a massive misunderstanding, a prince from royal sword academy is set to wed you at sunset. thankfully, your un-princely crush is here to save the day and crash this lovely wedding.

PAIRINGS: everyone x fem reader (separately)

WARNINGS: they're being a bit dramatic, characters are 18+, gaslighting (jade), floyd carries you, possessiveness (floyd)

NOTES: this is echoes the ghost bride event, but listening to this prompted me to write out this scenario instead. i made this for shits and giggles, so have fun with this! (gosh i had sm fun writing jade and azul's--- probably the most creative pieces i've had this month!)

HEARTSLABYUL | SAVANACLAW | OCTANIVELLE | SCARABIA | POMEFIORE | IGNIHYDE | DIASOMNIA

There was no way you would be able to say 'no' now, not when there were hundreds of Royal Sword Academy students and even more members of a random royal family whose last names you cannot recall waiting outside that door. Aside from a completely oblivious Neige and Che'nya who was nowhere to be found, there was no one you could really ask for help to get you out of this mess.

You turn to your supposed betrothed with frantic eyes, shaking your head wildly. "I already told you, I'm not the one you danced with at the ball!" Your hisses fell on deaf ears. That damned prince from Royal Sword Academy was too busy making the 'goo-goo' eyes at you to even register what you were saying.

"I just happened to have the same shoe-size!"

Damn it, why did you have to agree to fitting some missing girl's shoe?!

Pierce Charmant, possibly the most delusional guy you have ever met in Twisted Wonderland, clung onto your calf with a stubborn expression. He had no intentions of letting you go, and neither did his five other guards that had blocked your way.

"You have to be her!"

"You don't even know my name!"

You were really counting on Grim to get someone, anyone, to stop this wedding. Yet, as you are walked down the aisle by the fair Neige, you are already planning out a divorce settlement plan. Based on the number of guests here, who had filled this entire venue from top to bottom, you would have guessed that this prince was rather rich. If it was to be an unhappy marriage, at least your wallet would be more than compensated.

You managed to convince this prince to send invitations to Night Raven College, but that didn't matter. He was so excited and in a hurry to marry, that your friends barely had any time to rescue you! There must have been so much traffic with the mirrors that they couldn't even use them! There was just no way that they'd make it in time now.

And so you consign yourself to readying some divorce papers within the next few weeks, and planning out how to avoid any more interactions with this guy while you were married.

You stood at the chapel's base, your expression exasperated than ever as you kept darting your gaze to the door. You've already tripped over the aisle a few times, fumbled the scripted vows, and even called for a bathroom break or two to stall.

And now comes the big moment that you were so desperately trying to avoid.

"Would you, Pierce Charmant, take the Ramshackle Dorm Prefect, as your lawfully wedded wife?"

The prince smiles so sickly sweet, and its the look of a man who won't change his mind.

"I do."

You grimace as the officiant faces you, just as blind to your annoyed expression.

"Would you, the Ramshackle Dorm Prefect, take Pierce Charmant as you lawfully wedded husband?" They didn't even use your name!

You pause, the image of your crush flashing before your eyes.

You would never see him again if you let yourself get married. Defiance returns to your face as you suck in a deep breath, ready to deal with the consequences of rejecting this delusional prince in front of hundreds of people.

"I—"

"I object!"

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

"Are you really really certain that the Prefect has feelings for me? This is not how I would have liked my confession to be presented, but I am always the opportunist. If the outcome is in my favor, I will uphold my promise to supply you with exemplary tuna for the following two weeks as discussed... Ha, this is quite the laborious tasks. Prefect, you will not be waiting for long."

Don't be so mistaken. Azul did go through the five stages of grief the moment Floyd came in nonchalantly mentioning your rather swift engagement to Prince Charmant. It didn't help that Jade confirmed this by turning on the television, shoving Magicam posts onto Azul's face, and delivering an updated newspaper with news of the upcoming wedding. He swore that you had found the love of your life that morning.

It had to take Grim spilling to him about your feelings to snap the poor octomer out of his spiraling thoughts. It was enough to boost his confidence into making a sound plan on how to retrieve you. After all, if this prince is truly not the one you fancy, then who is Azul to let the wedding happen without interference?

His plan is absolutely fool proof, and with a large audience of witnesses, he is mostly confident that he can secure your safety. Dressed in a fine suit, followed by several touch-ups to his appearance, he hastily makes his way to the cathedral in style.

Though, it would be worth mentioning that he does have a nervous breakdown over whether he made it in time or not.

It wasn't so much that you didn't expect Azul for some form of help, but rather, you anticipated that he would send the Leech twins to do his bidding. To see the tycoon-in-the-making himself, striding in without a hint of weakness, you couldn't help but gape like a fish out of water.

Your surprised expression only served to stroke his ego even more. "I am not the type to make such dramatic entrances, but this would have to do." Azul's signature smirk is plastered on his features as he makes a slight bow to your groom. It is nothing genuine, and you knew that very well.

"Pierce Charmant, prince. I come here to return your lovely bride back to Night Raven College, where she formally belongs." It's that false sense of security, that Azul uses to claim that he is on the prince's side. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, but found yourself turning away with a dreadful expression. Azul's haughty exterior never breaks as he continued to sell. "I fear that she is, perhaps, a bit too below your league. You see, you deserve someone of higher caliber." Rather, he thought that devaluing you may perhaps spare you from such a marriage.

"A magicless student without a background! Not to mention connected to several overblots that had occurred since her appearance at the college. On top of that, a long account of accumulated debt and unpaid fees for her tuition at the college. She would not be an asset at all!"

The pitch gets shot down as the prince shakes his head in an outright rejection. "I care not. The Prefect is the perfect candidate to rule alongside me. There is nothing you can sell to me that would make me reconsider my decision. It is final!"

"Not even a—!"

"Final!"

A hum of displeasure leaves Azul's throat as he reels himself back in. You watch him carefully, noting that the octomer hasn't even begun to sweat or spit out any more bargains to the prince. He has lost, but he doesn't seem too worried either.

It was almost as if he expected this outcome after all.

Sighing dramatically, Azul's eyes fluttered shut. "Very well, then." He drawled, a hand slipping into the inner pockets of his blazer. Your eyes catch the sight of an unfamiliar parchment, much unlike the golden standard sheets Azul had used for his contracts.

Azul trains his eyes onto you, promises reflected in that beautiful blue. "If it must be the last time we shall ever speak to each other— Allow me to bargain with you instead, Prefect."

From below, he reaches out towards you, outstretching his hand to offer you the parchment. Before Pierce could really swipe your hand away, you've already taken it upon yourself to read the contract's contents.

A CIVIL MARRIAGE CONTRACT AND REGISTRATION FORM?!

Needless to say, you were torn between being impressed by his wits or horrified by how absurd his proposition was.

"Azul!" You gasp, only to be met by his smug grin. Azul ran a hand through his silver locks, somewhat impressed with himself.

"Rather than marrying this prince, I shall provide you an alternate proposal for a husband." Posturing a hand to his chest, the octomer smiles at you. "Myself."

You clutch the contract close to your chest, looking at him for some sort of confirmation. His smile grows even wider. "I've already filled out your portion of the registration form to the best of my ability. It is sufficient, and all you have to do is sign your name."

"Azul!" You cry out once more in disbelief. Pierce could only scoff after taking a mere glance at the contract's fancy lettering.

"How absurd!"

Ignoring the prince, Azul swallows himself in an attempt to keep up his own farce. "Marrying a prince may seem overwhelming for a lady of your status, utterly magicless and without an experience to rule a country down to the smallest village." He drawled with faux concern, shaking his head in disapproval as the prince fumed at the sides.

"But look at me, prefect. I am an upcoming tycoon. Young, and not a terrible looker either. I am well-versed in the world of business and I certainly do have an endless list of connections. A prince is restrained by royal etiquette and duty, but I? The world is my oyster and you can partake."

Your jaw goes slack as Azul dares to take a step forward, summoning a feathered pen in hand. "Choose me, and you can find relief in knowing that you have a loving and charismatic husband who won't rush you into any tomfoolery of sorts. You will be well taken care of, and I will see to it that you will be satisfied."

He is certain that he is victorious, and you don't doubt that as well. Azul means well, at least, more than what this prince intends to do with you at the moment. Although, that is not to say some deals don't come with strings. The contract is clean, to your knowledge.

The silence had gone on too long for his liking. Biting onto his smile, Azul's eyebrow twitches. "You shall be entitled to 7% of my financial assets and investments as well." He offers through his teeth, hoping you would hurry up with your agreement. The octomer isn't sure for how long he can stay so confident for, in front of this crowd, in front of anyone watching this on live television.

With one more glance at the contract, you dare to carve a little hole in his carefully calculated plan. It isn't every day you get this opportunity to twist his contracts to your favor.

"Make it 20%," Amidst the scandalized gasps of the crowd, you do not miss the way Azul chokes on air. "Prefect, this is non-negotiable." He sputtered, attempting to regather his composure.

You hum in return, shrugging at him slightly with a cheeky grin. "Make it 18%, and I'd like a monthly supply of tuna for Grim."

The audience murmurs with speculation, all while you stare at the way Azul looks at you with such exasperation. He runs a hand through his hair once more, shaking his head to himself. "Greedy little thing, aren't you? This is not exactly the best time to bargain, but I suppose I was the one who taught you that bantering with pressure is a high-risk, high-reward strategy."

Azul sighed heavily, swiping the contract away from your hand to scribble onto it. "Very well, Prefect." He grumbled to himself before returning the paper to you, along with his ink pen.

"Sign it."

Before you could even do so, Pierce had snatched the pen from your fingers with a frightened expression. He knows that a contract would keep you from him, and even as a prince, he can't go against the fine print. "You can't be serious, Prefect! You're actually going to leave me to marry a swindler?!"

Irritation flashes across your expression, in the way you bare your teeth at the prince. It takes Azul by surprise, the way you clenched your free fist in anger.

"You can call Azul a swindler, but he's simply a businessman!" You hissed, easily taking back the pen. Pierce stumbles, even more taken aback by your outburst. "And he knows what my best interests are!"

You couldn't stand being cut off again. In a swift fluid motion, you sign your name onto the blank spaces, earning a bright smile from the contractor.

"You've got a deal!" Azul exclaimed, his voice echoing throughout the cathedral. Clasping onto your hand, the octomer takes the form into his hand and waves it in the air, stirring alarmed noises from the crowd.

He faces you once more, but this time, takes your side and wraps an arm around your middle. He squeezes your hip slightly in assurance just as he turns to Pierce with an obnoxious smirk.

"Splendid, my dear! Now as per the wedding registration states, along with other legislations, the Prefect cannot marry you as she is now married to me." He announces, seemingly unbothered by the way Pierce crumbles apart. The prince had begun to cling onto the altar for some sort of support, all the more crushed by how quickly he had lost you as a bride.

"You can't do that! That's unfair!" Pierce whined out, looking at you with a pained expression. He doesn't earn your sympathy, nor Azul's.

The Octanivelle dorm leader could only shrug, amused by the prince's pathetic display. "Rather unfortunate, isn't it? Not even the poor prince can't bend the law. Perhaps you should have considered the legal aspect of marriage before rushing into grand formalities."

It isn't so often that you hear a sigh of relief from Azul, given that he always seemed to have some certainty when it came to be making deals. "Now, we must best be going. Shall we, my dear?" He cooed in that familiar tone, the kind that he had only ever used with you. Like a gentleman, he offers you his arm to take.

And who are you to refuse? You giggled softly, hooking your arm into his own as he moves to lead you out of the cathedral.

"Of course, Azul."

Based on his personal logistics, Azul was 98% sure that you were going to take his offer. If Azul had faith in how well he knew you, you wouldn't marry a prince in that short lifespan. You would sooner elope with the Prince of the Fae or Kalim if you wanted any sort of prestige that came with significant power. Not to mention, Grim had given him that security that you did have feelings for him instead. That little 2% was any doubt that Grim was lying, or that maybe you would just reject him for some silly reason.

Of course, he hasn't forgotten about you having a crush on him. He doesn't really believe it himself, and he won't bring it up. There is no security in assuming your feelings, and that would be something that needs to leave your own mouth. Azul is content like this, biding his time until you eventually spill your heart out because of his fear of rejection.

Luckily, the Leech twins anticipated this and had already taken care of the issue themselves.

"It was a real marriage contract?!" You exclaimed, eyes scanning the document up and down. Both you and Azul had long since returned to the Mostro Lounge as the dinner shift is beginning to start, hoping to have a quick break when you decided to look at the document once more.

Azul had been pacing back and forth with a nervous expression, hands wrung into his hair with frustration and embarrassment. Whipping his head to the seemingly calmer twin, he fought back a scream.

"Jade, I trusted you to read the fine print! What happened?!"

Maintaining that eerie smile, Jade nodded in compliance. "I did read the fine print, Azul. Down to the last letter," The teal haired mer turned to his brother, a gloved hand covering his smile in an apologetic manner. "I suppose Floyd must have mixed up the forms with the real wedding registration. Isn't that right?"

You paused, raising a brow at the octomer with piqued curiosity. "You had a real marriage registration lying around?"

Before Azul could even recover from this leak of information, Floyd let out a reckless howl of laughter. "Whoops!" The impulsive twin shrugged, grinning wildly at you in the booth.

"Look on the bright side, you're married to Shrimpy like you wanted!"

Now that set Azul off, prompting him to lunge at the twin who simply steps aside. "FLOYD!" He cried out, wanting nothing more than to climb into his little octopot and never face you for the rest of his days. He desperately wanted to retreat, and could only recoil slightly when your hand taps at his heaving shoulders.

He looks at your questioning expression. "Like you wanted?" You echo, and there is not a single indication that you were rejecting him. No, you just needed more answers.

A strangled noise leaves Azul, right before he sighed and sank against the booth's structure. "It doesn't matter. The registration is really invalid unless it was given to the civil office for processing." The octomer croaked, face turned away.

He can never look you in the eye again after this, and he would sooner watch you wed Prince Riel before he can ever recover from this disaster. Azul expected you to laugh at him, to leave him in the dust at this very instant.

Instead, you slink back into your seat and play with the registration form on the table.

"I wouldn't mind if you handed it into the office as is, you know?"

"I beg your pardon?!" Azul choked, looking at you as if you had grown a second head. His jaw goes even more slack as you smile at him, returning those smug smiles he had been flashing you at the wedding. "You heard me. Who ever said that I never had an interest in you beyond the benefits of marriage?"

You glance the clock, gasping with fake urgency. You hop off from your seat, hands dusting at your grand wedding dress as you begin to drag yourself to the employee's lounge.

"Oh well, time to head into my shift for the Mostro Lounge. I'll talk to you later, Azul! Need to change out of this wedding dress!" You sang, pretending to ignore the way your crush scrambles for his bearings.

"Wait, Prefect! Just wait a moment, get back here! This discussion isn't over!"

JADE LEECH

"Fufufu, getting married without so much of a notice? Prefect, you attract the most strangest of things. I wonder if you enjoy danger as much as you surround yourself in it. Maybe I shouldn't be too surprised. After all, you have endured an overblot here and there. Not to mention you have Grim, and you have been living well despite having no magic. Oh, sweet Prefect, you truly are much more entertaining than you bargain for."

No one really knows what Jade plans to do when he gets to the venue. He saw the news, and just told everyone that he would take care of it. Floyd knows nothing of how Jade will deal with the situation, and neither does Azul. In fact, Azul found out rather late that Jade had decided to use up his vacation hours for today's little intervention.

That is not to say that he is heading to you without a plan. Why, Jade is a Leech, after all. Azul did not make him the vice-housewarden for nothing. He may not be as outwardly forceful as Floyd, nor a mountain of resources like Azul, but he is precisely good at one thing!

Gaslighting.

"My deepsea darling, am I late?"

Something is wrong. Well, something is always wrong whenever Jade is in the room. Such is an omen amongst Night Raven College students who would flee and swerve out of the day when this particular Leech twin is in the area. Though you have your own feelings for the eel, you cannot deny that something is awfully wrong when Jade storms in with his own tux with that eerily calm smile on his face.

He strides down the carpet, humming to himself. "I suppose I arrived just in time." Whatever words had begun to formulate in your head, they never really leave when Jade forces his way next to you, subtly making the prince make way for his intimidating frame.

Needless to say, Pierce was unpleased. "And who are you?" The prince questions, attempting to stand up to this stranger, only to fail once the eel looked down at him with an awfully cheery smile.

Oddly enough, it's that same smile he gives to students that are overdue for a favor.

"Why, I am the groom, of course!"

A cold wind bristled through the cathedral. From one row to the next, a chill runs down each of their spines. Still, there is not much of a reaction or rather, everyone was simply too stunned or too afraid to comment on this.

Your eyes are wide, fixated onto Jade's with bewilderment. "You are?" You whispered, almost uncertain yourself. Jade doesn't make much of a reaction, only keeping that calm smile as if this was the most natural occurrence in the world.

"I beg your pardon?" Pierce croaked, just as confused as you.

Clearing his throat, Jade chuckles to himself. He allows a small curt bow, a polite gesture. "Forgive me. My name is Jade Leech, and I am the groom for today's wedding." He tells the other man curtly.

The prince had let out a strangled noise in return, awkwardly trying to push Jade away from the stands. He failed, followed by a stammer. "You must be mistaken. I am the groom hoping to wed the lovely Ramshackle Prefect."

Jade hummed with feigned interest, nodding in acknowledgement. "Really? I suppose it is our lucky day. I, too, am marrying a Ramshackle Prefect. I just so happen to be marrying this one." He sang, turning to you at the right time to take in your stunned expression. Quietly, he eyes you from your head to the end of the dress's train.

"You look quite lovely in this dress, darling. Whoever picked it for you certainly had good taste." It comes so naturally, the way he slips his hand into yours. His thumb rubbed slow circles onto your skin in a soothing manner, but you cannot help and feel as if he was looking down at you like his favorite specimen. Those sharp teeth glint against the light as he grinned slightly.

Your cheeks flushed a warm red as Jade cupped your cheek, looking at you with such infatuation that it almost frightens you. You were almost certain that he wanted to eat you right on the spot. "Do not fret. It must be so nervewracking to be in front of so many strangers. I hoped to invite as many as I could, just so that we could share this lovely day with the world." He cooed so lovingly, and you swore that you were falling for it like the many sailors that died to sirens on the sea.

"Hello!? I'm right here!"

Ignoring the protests from the prince, Jade sighed to himself as he pulled away his palm from your face. "It is such a shame that I would have to skip so many steps. Why, I would have been delighted to take you on so many dates before taking your hand in marriage. You seem like the type to appreciate being courted properly. I hoped to bide my time with you, but humans do love spontaneity." The eel bemoaned, though he did not appear displeased.

Boldly, he closes in on the space between you and him. Pausing at the shell of your ear, sharp teeth gently nip at the skin before a hot breath brushed against you. "Please have me, Prefect." You had never heard him so quiet, almost shy yet the eel was far beyond hesitant.

Judging from your flushed expression, Jade held back a chuckle of his own. He didn't need your answer right now, even when he had shown you his cards. This wouldn't be about any of your feelings. Rather, he intended to do what he enjoyed doing best, whether it be coaxing the truth from another student or squeezing his next prey.

Jade decided to bide his time.

"Shall we repeat our vows? I don't believe I had the chance to express my adoration for you. Let me start from the beginning..."

Poor Pierce. The prince had to take a seat somewhere as Jade went on and on about his feelings for you. It was nothing too revealing or personal for the public view, but who would've known that Jade was completely capable of being obnoxiously in love? You've lost count of the many pet names he used, or the countless mushrooms he had likened you to. He truly had no shame, really.

However Jade managed to gaslight the entire cathedral into thinking that he was the one getting married today, he somehow pulled it off. At least, he did it long enough until Trein and Crewel dragged Crowley in by the ear to call the entire thing off.

Apparently, it is one thing to have the Prefect get married to a delusional prince. It is another to have the Prefect married to Jade Leech at this moment and time. Thankfully, they managed to intervene before the 'I do's' had begun again.

The ride going back to the college was eerily silent. You were extremely grateful that Professor Trein, Professor Crewel, and Headmaster Crowley had come at the right time to drag you out of that cathedral. You were no longer compromised, but was it really necessary to seat Crowley in-between you and Jade?

The eel didn't seem to mind, hands clasped onto his lap as the vehicle gently waved up and down according to the road. "I hope I did not make you uncomfortable, Prefect." He says calmly, glancing at you from the other side of the backseat.

You could only give him a sheepish smile from across, attempting to face the eel without the interference of Crowley's mask. "Everything's okay, Jade. I'm sorry you had to come and help me though."

"The pleasure was all mine. I am happy to have provided my assistance in the matter. Although, I was certain that everything was under control." You don't miss the way that Jade's eyes flicker to the two professors at the front then back to Crowley who flinched under the student's gaze. "But I do hope you realize that my words were genuine. I would have definitely preferred to give you my feelings at a more appropriate time."

"You like me?" You whispered in a weak attempt to find some privacy, but your impatience and curiosity had taken the better of you. Jade's composure never wavers, almost uncaring of a potential rejection. Shame was clearly unknown to him, and the hardened expressions of his professors go ignored.

"I most certainly fancy you. Wasn't it obvious?" He replied in a content tone. "Perhaps, would you like to join me for dinner at the Mostro Lounge tonight? The establishment would be closed, but I suppose Azul would not mind a special last-minute booking."

"I would like that."

"Wonderful," Jade lets out a quiet sigh, posturing himself to face forward. That eerie smile leaves an unsettling shiver through Crowley. "And thank you for coming to the Prefect's aid. I will be sure to remember this when one of you takes her down the aisle for our wedding."

A strong swerve to the left.

Trein's arm extends towards the wheel from the passenger seat, taking control of the vehicle as he attempted to drive the car back into the proper road. "Crewel, eyes on the road!" He exclaimed, far too concentrated on the road to take note of the stress written on Crewel's face. Crowley isn't doing much better, seeming to have passed out in his seat.

"Too soon to think about marriage? My apologies."

FLOYD LEECH

"Aww, Shrimpy! I knew you liked me, but don'tcha think you're playing a bit too hard to get? You're practically begging to be squeezed now! Can't wait to have you in my arms so you can't go anywhere no more." (He says it so lightheartedly, but the way his calmly strides his way towards the cathedral is so uncanny that it's frightening everyone that crosses his path).

A certain eel threw a tantrum when Azul forbade him from coming to your rescue. Such things should be handled by the right people, like any of the professors! Not you, Floyd! Letting Floyd get you is like sending a piranha fish into a tank full of bait. There was no guarantee that the wedding wouldn't end in an international disaster.

"I'll take care of it! What're you so worried about!?" Floyd asks accusingly as he casually cracks his knuckles with loud unsettling 'pops'. Jade's already tried talking him into doing something more levelheaded, but Floyd is having none of it. Shrimpy isn't getting married today, most certainly not to some no-name Prince hung up over shoe sizes.

Floyd is already gone the moment someone's eyes are off him. Not only is staff trying to figure out a plan for you, but now, they're scrambling to keep Floyd from making this messier than they should be. It's not that they distrust Floyd... actually, they do have every reason to distrust a ticking bomb like Floyd. No one can really predict him, nor can they predict what he will do to take you back.

Floyd isn't the type to dance around with formalities. Jade has always been the more diplomatic one, much more crafted around social codes and conducts. Frankly, Floyd couldn't give two shits about being polite and courteous, especially when it came to securing goods.

After all, this wasn't a deal under Azul's name. He didn't have to handle some precious cargo or sweeten up to some bargainer. Everyone is fair game when it comes to you.

"Congratulations, Shrimpy! I didn't know you were getting married to princey-poo over here!" The eel yelled from door, crooked grin and all. Your face lit up with a smile almost immediately as some sort of relief flooded your being.

"Floyd!" You exclaimed as your hands bunched up your dress and your feet climbed down the short stairs. You ignored the way Pierce called out for you, opting to race down the carpet until your head bumped into Floyd's sternum.

It couldn't be helped. If there was someone who was going to rescue you no matter what, you can bet on Floyd who would do it without hesitation, regardless of how messy the work would be... At least, that would only apply when it came to Shrimpy.

Tilting his head to the side with surprise, Floyd's grin widened as he took his hand to caress the top of your head. "Aww, you're squeezing me real tight! It's making me wanna squeeze back, real good." Your heart stopped for a moment, feeling his strong arms snake around your shoulders.

You braced yourself for a tight squeeze, holding your breath before he could crush you.

Oddly enough, it is Pierce that spares you from the blow. The prince cleared his throat, glaring at the eel as he reached for the handle of his sword. "Look, I don't know who you are, but you'd best return the Prefect to me right now."

Unfortunately, Floyd does so little as to bat an eye to the prince with a shrug. "Eh? I don't wanna." He drawled apathetically, too fixated on the pretty patterns of your dress.

"I beg your pardon?" Pierce choked, adamant for a proper explanation. He flinched at the way Floyd's gaze locks into him, frightened by the slightest look of irritation on the eel's face. "You heard me. I don't wanna give up Shrimpy for marriage."

You attempt to look up from Floyd's chest, hoping to placate him but his hand pressures your head to stay pressed to his chest. You wouldn't be able to see that scary look on his face, nor would you see the way that Pierce swallowed to himself in fear.

"I already came a long way to pick up Shrimpy. I don't think she likes you very much. Do you, Shrimpy? You wanna marry him?" You could only muffle your protests through his chest, and it seemed to be enough to snap the eel out his souring mood.

Floyd grinned, pleased with your supressed response. "You don't wanna? You hear that, princey? Shrimpy got no plans to get married today. I'll be taking her home now, okay?"

Finally, you get the chance to breathe once Floyd had released you from his hold. Before you could really regain your bearings, your world is flipped upside down when Floyd tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of rice. You couldn't really stop yourself from banging on his back, flustered by the gesture.

"Floyd, put me down!" You cried out. Your little punches only served to make Floyd laugh. "Don't wanna! You're too slow!" He yelled back with amusement, purposely picking up the pace to annoy you further.

"Wanna see how fast I can get you back to campus, Shrimpy? Hold on tight!"

Thankfully, Floyd gets bored of running before you got truly nauseous. He can't seem to remember how he got here in the first place, so the best thing to do is wait until Azul or Jade come to find you both. Until then, he plans to amuse himself with you for the rest of the day.

Similarly to Jade, Floyd has no shame when it comes to dragging you around in that wedding dress. He's already dragged you into a convenience store, an arcade, and even the basketball court despite your attire. Even as your dress got dirtier and dirtier, nothing really took away from how much he was enjoying himself with you.

He did get slightly annoyed when he noticed how much trouble you've had keeping up with him in those dreadful glass slippers. But he had just the perfect solution for that!

"Shrimpy! The store had it in your size!" Floyd giggled to himself, eagerly slipping off the glass slipper from your sore foot. Nothing could really compare to the relief you felt feeling the soft padding of the shoe instead of that painful arch. Wiggling your toes in the space, you smiled at the eel from your seat on the bench.

He easily performs the same gesture to your other foot, moreover pleased with how the runners looked on your feet. "Hehe, now we match!" Your eyes flicker down to his own shoes; basketball runners specifically tailored for comfort. Of course, Floyd would have invested in something like this. He was merfolk, after all. They would have taken better care of their feet compared to the average human.

"Oh, Floyd! You didn't have to get me these. I would've been just fine with slippers." You tell him with a slight pout. Floyd shrugged in response, rising to his feet. His shadow is cast over you, his body shielding you from the setting sun. "If I didn't get them for you, Shrimpy would've had a tough time playing with me."

Your pout intensified as you got up to your feet, grabbing at the basketball he had bought from the store as well. You bounce the ball off the asphalt, careful to not step on your dress. "At least let me pay you back later." As soon as those words left your lips, you immediately come to regret them.

It was never a good idea to offer compromises with an Octanivelle student.

A wide toothy grin comes across Floyd's face as he swipes the ball from you, taking a hop to the side as he shoots towards the rim. The sport is long forgotten however as he leers towards you, eager to strike at your weak attempts to take back your offer.

"Shrimpy's being generous today! I ain't interested in your thaumarks. Azul gives me plenty of that already," He stalked you down, backing you up against the wire fence. His arms cage you in, leaving you nowhere to run or hide.

"Now that I think of it, you haven't even paid me back for saving you. I'm still mad that you went to go and get hitched without me, y'know? I was really upset. I hate the idea of you getting together with somebody else." Floyd's mismatched eyes glint with need and want, followed by the way he leans in until his warm breath tickles your lips.

"I like chasing you, Shrimpy. But if you keep making me chase you, I'm gonna squeeze you so tight so you stop hiding."

Lips curved upward, Floyd smiles into the kiss he presses against you. There is a certain gentleness you never expected from him, a kind that you reciprocate. Molding your lips against his, the eel pulled away with a satisfied sigh. Still, he doesn't free you from the cage he created.

"You have feelings for me?" You question softly, followed by a giddy giggle of his own. "Took you long enough to notice! But that's alright," Another kiss is stolen from you, leaving you in a daze.

"You're gonna be making it up to me. We can start with a little squeeze!"

[brights-place]

[TWST] Floyd Leech X Jessica Rabbit! Reader

Warnings: Floyd Leech, JESSICA RABBIT! READER BEING A QUEEN

A/N: I actually made this awhile back but thought it was bad and I didn't wanna like show it but I knew that since Im going to be gone for awhile for like 2 week break but will have chapters and requests on schedule I should just include this so uhm TAKE IT YAY??

Summary: Jessica Rabbit! Reader a gorgeous woman selfless, and compassionate to those around her. A woman who knew what she was capable of doing and wanted to have. A girl who could persuade those around her using not only knowing how to get those is attention around her but also being a singer with a figure that could pull people into monstro lounge was a extra bonus. A useful person that Azul needed to have for monstro lounge. so when having to try send either him or Jade out to persuade her to join they were met with her denying them as she was far to 'busy' to deal with them. So when finding Floyd taking the girl to monstro lounge for fun he couldn't help but have his jaw drop. What was worse... Floyd knew you PERSONALLY

You were known as gorgeous woman selfless, and compassionate to those around her.

A woman who knew what she was capable of doing and wanted to have. A girl who could persuade those around her using not only knowing how to get those is attention around her but also being a singer with a figure that could pull people into monstro lounge was a extra bonus. A useful person that Azul needed to have for monstro lounge. so when having to try send either him or Jade out to persuade her to join they were met with her denying them as she was far to 'busy' to deal with them.

The air in the V.I.P room was dull the opulent room thrummed with a low, simmering tension. Three figures, sharply dressed in varying shades of purple and grey, occupied the space, their expressions a study in contrasting emotions.

Azul held his head in his hands behind his desk for someone who exuded power he was stressed hands looking through the photographic photos of your features and you talking to others throughout the file Jade collected of you and your habits from your name to your social media account which was run by cater.

His silver hair was neatly combed, framing a face that held the sharp intelligence of a shrewd businessman and the cold calculation of a master strategist. His glasses perched delicately on his nose, amplified the intensity of his gaze on the file trying to keep up a serene mask hiding emotions of simmering frustration.

Jade Leech stood behind Azul like a silent observer. His hair was straight-cut teal in color, with short bangs and one long streak of dark-gray hair framing his left side that formed a 'J'

His expression was one of calm patience. His eyes have complete heterochromia, with his left eye being yellow, and his right eye being olive-brown

Jade watched the scene unfold with an unnervingly still intensity; a silent assessment of the situation, reading the subtle shifts in the power dynamic of the room.

While his suit matched his brother's in color, his posture was perfectly erect, almost formal, adding to the unsettling stillness that emanated from him.

His hands, elegantly gloved, remained clasped in front of him, yet his slight subtle sharp tooth smile showed his amusement of the frustrated scene of Azul losing his mind trying to figure out anything.

Jade smiled at his careful positioning, the controlled gazes- all spoke volumes in his silent interplay giving quick snippets of opinions to Azul yet glancing towards Floyd who shared look of amusement and calculation, however, hinted at a perfectly coordinated plan unfolding, a silent game only the twins understand.

Floyd lazily sprawled languidly across a plush chaise lounge, a picture of decadent relaxation. His teal hair, a vibrant splash against the muted tones of the room, fell across his face as he regarded something unseen with a playful, almost predatory gleam in his eyes. A sly smile played on his lips, hinting at mischief and a barely contained excitement. Azul couldn't help but sigh chucking the files back down on the highly polished desk. His gloved hand covered his mouth as he spoke out loud "I don't get how someone like her will turn down this opportunity... I mean how could she not? proper work hours, good money, singing for the lounge, and her own free meals... what else could she need?"

Jade hummed picking up the file and handing it to Floyd who opened it the tweels looking down on the paper yet. Floyd couldn't help but tilt his head his right ear earring clinking together from the motion as he took notice of the h/c hair a smile reaching his lips taking note of the familiar girl "Ah! so we were just trying to get Koebi-chans friend to come here?"

Jade held his gloved hand under his chin nodding "seems so... Azul and I have been trying to talk to her to join Monstro Lounge since Yuu had shown us a video of her singing for a club back from where she came from it was quite nice" Jade smiled eyes closing.

Azul let out a huff "Not only that but we could use her to get more patrons for monstro lounge she is useful and she knows it" He sighed leaning back against his seat.

Floyd hummed eyes focused on the photo of you inside the folder. A soft smile reached his lips at your famillar apperance thumb rubbing over your feature with a lazy gaze. "Betta fish and her get along I mean they both seem to fit the title of Betta Fishes" Floyd grinned looked over to Azul who huffed "Indeed and if she has connections to Vil well she'd be able to have more yet we've tried everything to join monstro lounge" Jade nodded his head in agreement unaware of the thoughts stirring up Floyds mind.

You strolled through the halls of NRC, unbothered by the lingering stares of your peers. Some tried to be discreet, snapping their gazes away the moment you passed, yet you could feel their curiosity, their intrigue.

It wasn’t just your poised and effortless grace—it was the way your red lipstick stood out, perfectly framing your smirk, the way your makeup accentuated every glance, and how your hair, styled to perfection, added to your undeniable presence, and yet you paid them no mind. Stopping outside Yuu’s classroom, you leaned against the wall, waiting. The rhythmic tapping of footsteps echoed against the checkered floor, but your focus remained elsewhere, your gaze idly drifting to the window as you waited, patient and unhurried. Then a voice broke through the stillness “Neh~! Flowerhorn Cichlid!” Your brows lifted slightly, but you made no move to acknowledge it. Whoever he was calling, it certainly wasn’t you. Yet before you could ponder further, a hand casually landed on your shoulder.You turned, unbothered, only to meet the lidded, mischievous gaze of Floyd Leech. His grin stretched wide, lazy and teasing, his eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “Flowerhorn…?” you echoed, lashes fluttering as you turned to fully face him, your movements slow and deliberate. Your golden earrings caught the light as you did, drawing his eyes to the way they shimmered against your skin. He tilted his head, watching you in that way he did when something—or someone—caught his interest. “You’ve been causing Jade and Azul problems, ehe~” he mused, grin never faltering. “They said you’d be fun for the lounge.” With a slow, knowing smirk, his arm slinked over your shoulder, testing your reaction but you didn’t push him away. Instead, you let him linger because despite his unpredictability, despite the way others feared his whims and mood swings—you found him interesting and Floyd Leech had just made the mistake of catching your attention.

Floyd grinned down at you before gripping your gloved hand dragging you away without hesitation, causing you to blink confused yet you continued to walk beside him slow paced while he talked your ear off happily grinning, dragging you off somewhere before heading to the next place when he got bored.

It was peculiar he would get bored whenever and would call it boring after a bit before taking you to the next place without hesitation. With how wild Floyd was you were phased enjoying quietly at his actions entertained by him.

Within a couple days of hanging out with a hyperactive moody eel merman who would drag you away whenever he felt like it started to become something normal but here you were walking on the shore lines watching Floyd grin and laugh when heading inside the ocean water. The moonlight cast a silvery glow over the shoreline, the gentle lapping of waves blending with the distant hum of the ocean. Floyd swam around before he laid sprawled across the wet sand, half-submerged where the sea met the land, his long, bioluminescent tail trailing behind him in the water.

Droplets clung to his pale, speckled skin, shimmering like tiny stars against the smooth expanse of his chest and arms. You couldn't help but admire his appearance in his mer form.

Floyds teal sea-green hair clung damply to his forehead, strands curling around the delicate, fin-like protrusions at the sides of his head. One webbed hand lazily pushed his bangs back, revealing sharp golden eyes that gleamed with amusement. His mouth curled into a lopsided grin, razor-sharp teeth glinting beneath the moon’s glow. There was something unreadable in his expression—a mix of idle curiosity and barely contained mischief, like a predator toying with its prey.

He didn’t move right away, simply staring up at you pushing himself up. Rhe faint rise and fall of his chest the only indication of his slow, unbothered breathing. His tail flicked idly in the shallows, the bioluminescent patterns pulsing with a faint, hypnotic glow. The way he lingered between the land and sea made him seem otherworldly, as if he existed in a space neither fully bound to the ocean nor to the shore.

"How was the swim" you uttered bending down to Floyd who grinned staring up at you "Ehee! Man, every day's a party when I'm with you. I can't get enough Flowerhorn fishy!" A smiled reached your lips before you cupped his face, swiping the hair that clinged onto Floyds forehead to the side.

The lightning from the moon cascaded down your face staring at the eel merman who stared at you with fondness. Floyd couldn't help but stare up at you silence comforting you too. Floyd spoke up his voice laced with a menacing cherry tone "Nehhh Flowerhorn can you swim?" A melodic hum came from you "I can, why?" Floyd smiled.

Yet, in the way his lips curled just so, and the lazy amusement in his gaze, there was an undeniable sense of playfulness something unpredictable, something dangerous lurking just beneath his eyes. In an instant, Floyd’s grip tightened around you, and before you could react, you were yanked beneath the waves. The world blurred into a rush of cool water, bubbles escaping in a frantic swirl around you. Your eyes snapped open, the dim, shifting light of the ocean casting eerie patterns over your skin. Strands of your h/c hair floated weightlessly around you as your arms flailed, instinctively reaching for something anything to ground yourself.

Panic surged through your chest as you kicked upward, your body desperate for air. The shimmering surface above grew closer, rippling like liquid glass, and with one final push, you broke through. A gasp tore from your lungs as you inhaled sharply, the salty night air filling your chest. Around you, the rhythmic crash of waves filled your ears, droplets clinging to your skin as your soaked hair plastered itself to your face. Despite the chaos, your makeup remained miraculously intact, a stark contrast to the breathless, disoriented state you were in.

Just as your trembling hands reached toward the shore, something coiled around your waist. A startled yelp escaped your lips as you felt the unmistakable press of gills and smooth, damp skin wrapping around you. Your heart pounded as your gaze snapped over your shoulder only to lock onto a pair of mismatched golden and teal eyes, gleaming with amusement. Floyd Leech’s familiar, sharp-toothed grin was mere inches away, his expression a perfect blend of playful mischief and something far more unpredictable. Floyd’s grin faltered the moment his gaze met yours. There was something unreadable about you an effortless composure, a sultry, knowing look that never wavered, even as his arms instinctively tightened around you. His sharp eyes searched your face, trying to decipher the unreadable calm you exuded. Had he gone too far? Dragging you into the water had been fun, but had he miscalculated? That would be a shame… you were just starting to become entertaining. And then, laughter.

A rich, velvety sound spilled from your lips, smooth as silk and intoxicating as the ocean breeze. It rippled through the night, striking him like a wave as you cupped his face with a teasing touch, your nails lightly grazing his damp skin. Your body shook with amusement, your chest rising and falling in time with the playful melody of your laughter. It was an unexpected contrast—an elegant presence undone by sheer, unrestrained delight.

Floyd’s golden eyes widened, caught somewhere between surprise and fascination, before his lips stretched into a wide, toothy grin. That laughter—he hadn’t expected it. But he liked it. A lot.

You barely had time to react before he closed the space between you, his forehead pressing against yours, his grin mirroring your own. His sharp gaze drank in every detail your eyes alight with mischief, your lips curved in that effortlessly charming way, and just as he leaned in, savoring the moment, you struck—flicking a handful of water into his face.

A beat of silence.

Then, a cackle erupted from him, wild and unrestrained, before he lunged. The ocean swelled around you as he tackled you back into the water, his laughter mixing with yours beneath the waves. He hadn’t expected this side of you—this dazzling contradiction of elegance and chaos. And now that he had seen it, now that he had heard that laugh, he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to let it go.

Days blurred into weeks, and weeks melted into a couple of months.

You found it downright peculiar how Floyd remained so persistently glued to your side, despite the numerous occasions you'd gently declined his invitations to accompany him to Monster Lounge or even work there. Frankly, you assumed he'd tire of your company by now, yet here he was, his heels clicking rhythmically behind you as you strolled out of school hours, an almost tangible aura of mischief surrounding him.

Unable to resist, you flicked your gaze sideways to the young man tagging along, noting how Floyd's arms were casually crossed behind his head, a look of languid boredom etched on his face as he gazed off into the courtyard. Compared to his typical intense demeanor, he seemed positively relaxed, drifting alongside you with an almost dreamlike quality.

An exaggerated sigh escaped your glossy red lips as you tossed a glance Floyd's way. "Don't you have a job to get to at the lounge after classes, handsome?" you asked coyly, making sure to emphasize 'job' in that sultry, breathy tone you reserved for special occasions. Floyd shrugged, a languid, almost dismissive gesture. "Meh, I'd rather spend my time with you, Flowerhorn Cichlid. You're far more entertaining," he drawled, his voice dripping with a casual tone.

"Plus, Zul gets so worked up about not being able to rope you in, and it's just too funny for words. And let's be real, once I'm stuck at the lounge, it's all the same old same old. The 'little morsels' are there, sure, but all that squeezing gets sooo boring when you're not around, plus hanging with Jade gets boring too." A soft, lilting hum, reminiscent drifted from your lips as you considered his words. A warm chuckle came from you glancing towards the tweel "Aww, Floyd..." you uttered cupping his face with a gloved hand stopping in your tracks. "What am I going to do with you, hmm?"

Floyd's eyes widened in surprise at your sudden stop, his grin faltering for a split second before he regained his composure. He blinked, looking from your gloved hand cupping his face before back at you. "What If I started working at monstro lounge so you don't get all moody" A slow, wicked smile spread across his features as he seemed to absorb your words blinking for a moment his lips twitching up. "AWWWW FLOWERHORN~!" Floyd cheered with satisfaction as he leaned in closer hugging you wrapping himself around with a giggle, his breath ghosting over your ear as he whispered "you ain't going to regret it... Plus Azuls gonna get a supper funny look realizing that I got you to come join" He grinned leaning onto you arms wrapping around your waist while you let out a soft hum wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Of course honey bunny" You muttered quietly to yourself letting floyd nuzzle into your shoulder letting out a relaxed sigh. Despite the flirtatious banter and the flirtatious undertones dripping from every word, there was a genuine fondness in Floyd's eyes. In that moment, it was clear that Floyd saw you as a woman who could keep him on his toes, challenge him, and make his world a whole lot more entertaining. And judging by the playful gleam in your own eyes, you were more than up for the task.

You paused for a moment when feeling something bite down onto your shoulder lightly causing you to sigh for a moment "Floyd" "Yessss Flowerhorn Cichlid" Floyd asked silence filling you to again as you spoke with a deadpan expression "Did you bite me" Silence once more before Floyd made a small 'Chomp' noise and nibbled onto another part of your shoulder causing you to sigh knowing you signed up for this. Right after Floyd pulled away and beamed grasping your gloved hand before dragging you away into the hall of mirrors exclaiming about how he'll enjoy the look of Azul and Jades face.

Floyd's hands grasped yours tightly, pulling you through the heavy doors of Monstro Lounge. The air inside was thick with the mingled scents of aged paper and crisp sea salt, a heady combination that tickled your nostrils. Floyd's eyes darted around eagerly, scanning the crowd for a particular silver-haired male, his sultry smile never leaving his face.

You found yourself matching his pace, your hips swaying in time with his long strides. The way he looked at you, with such unbridled enthusiasm and affection

As you walked past Ruggie, you noticed his jaw dropping open in surprise at the sight of you. Conversations halted, and forks clattered against plates as you and Floyd made your way through the bustling establishment. Eyes followed your every move, admiring your figure and the way your red dress hugged your body. Floyd seemed oblivious to the stares and whispers, focused solely on guiding you towards the closed door of Azul's office. With a quick glance at you to ensure you were still with him, he pushed open the door and ushered you inside, letting it click shut behind you. The atmosphere in the office was different, more intimate and charged with a certain tension the sound of scribbling and grumbling came from a hunched form behind a desk.

Your eyes darted around the room thought more focused on the peculiar blend that perfectly encapsulated the room's unique character. Walls of polished obsidian, inlaid with shimmering mother-of-pearl, housed towering bookshelves overflowing with leather-bound tomes. Their spines, faded with age, whispered tales of forgotten lore and untold adventures—each a portal to another world waiting to be explored.

At the heart of the room sat a massive mahogany desk, its surface gleaming under the soft light of a lamp shaped like a stylized nautilus shell. Behind it, a vault door, intricate and imposing, dominated the far wall. Its circular mechanism, a massive ship's wheel cast in bronze. Floyd smiled as he plopped onto one of the two plush, midnight-blue sofas that stood facing each other, inviting conversation and contemplation. Between them, a low glass coffee table held a softly glowing, ethereal blue orb—a calming luminescence in the otherwise dim setting. The room felt both ancient and modern, luxurious yet studious, a space where magic and knowledge intertwined in a hushed and powerful embrace. Subtle, underwater scenes, delicately painted within the wall panels, served as a quiet reminder of a submerged, hidden world.

Azul sighed from behind his desk, his pen scratching against the contract laid out before him. He set the pen down and lifted his head, fixing Floyd with a stern gaze. "Floyd, finally you've arrived, I need you and Jade to-" The silver-lavender haired male paused mid-sentence, his eyes widening as they fell upon the stunning woman sitting beside Floyd. He couldn't help but let out a startled "OH!" followed by a quick inhale, his grin becoming more relaxed and proper, akin to a con-man's smile.

"[Name], what a pleasure! It's wonderful to see you once again," Azul beamed, folding his hands together. "Azul Ashengrotto yes I know" You stated. Floyd fidgeted in his seat before grinning widely and wrapping a possessive arm around your shoulder. He pointed at your face, drawing Azul's attention back to you. "Flowerhorn wants to join Monstro Lounge!" Floyd declared, gripping you tighter.

Azul pursed his lips, a look of confusion on his face. "Flowerhorn…? Like a Flower Horn Cichlid…?" he asked, trying to make sense of Floyd's words and the nickname he had given to you.

Floyd nodded, holding onto you even more tightly, as if emphasizing his claim on you. An exasperated sigh left Azul's lips, and he seemed about to tell Floyd to unhand you, but he paused, noticing the way you sat there with such ease and familiarity around Floyd.

Azul couldn't help but pick up on the soft curve of your lips, the gentle smile playing across your face that spoke of a comfort and warmth he had never seen from you before. He would expect such an expression for you to give Yuu or Grim, but Floyd? Never in a million years did he think he would see you acting so affectionate and at ease with the likes of Floyd Leech.

You leaned slightly towards Floyd as he rambled on to Azul about your new arrangement, your body language screaming an intimate closeness and genuine warmth shared between the two of you. Azul watched in disbelief, humming thoughtfully as he pushed a contract towards you.

Azul watched in disbelief, humming thoughtfully as he pushed a contract towards you. Giving you a run down on your job, what to do along with the things you have to do.

"It's a deal!" Azul grinned, his eyes flickering to the quill held in your gloved hand. He glanced towards Floyd, who had rested his head casually on your shoulder causing you to remember that you were doing this out of your own choice and to also have the sense of familiarity from before being transported here.

Yet, even as you signed the contract with a flick of your wrist, a gnawing feeling clung to you, a sense that Floyd's enthusiasm and the way he rested so comfortably on your shoulder, grinning happily and rambling about your shared future at Monstro Lounge, had an ulterior motive. It was clear that his affections and excitement went beyond the professional, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease at the thought of the web you might be entangling yourself in. Still, you kept a poised and relaxed smile on your face as you placed the quill down, sealing your fate with a flourish. The ink glistened like liquid gold, a reminder of the glittering promises and hidden dangers that lay ahead in this new chapter. Floyd's head lingered on your shoulder. Azul watched you both with a mix of surprise and newfound respect, wondering just what lengths of how you would go to for the certain tweel beside you.

When interacting or even knowing Floyd Leech was like stepping into a field full of landmines ready to explode with the slightest pressure or misstep.

Everybody feared him calling him lazy and stupid not only that but violent. Nobody knew what he was thinking other then Azul and Jade who easily knew how to dodge every single one hidden to not have his mood swing yet they all were still able to slightly set him off.

So how come you out of all people were interested in him? you someone who proved to brave, quick-witted, and intuitive; knowingly putting herself at risk for others with a calm composure someone who was able to get the interest of princes, future powerful mages, actors/models, and others who were waiting in line.

But You were interested in Floyd Leech

THE FLOYD LEECH? Someone who was collared many times, who got along easily with many people, although these interactions are at times one-sided (Cough cough riddle and floyd)

Floyd who was someone difficult to predict. What he's thinking or what he's going to do next.

Floyd leech a moody person, switching from good to bad mood in a minute (and vice versa) which can make him seem like an entirely different person.

The twin brother of Jade who gets bored of things easily resulting in him quitting things, sometimes even those activities he himself suggested to do. Because of his whims and mood-swings, some people find him troublesome to deal with.

However, if something catches Floyd's interest, he becomes rather enthusiastic and focused. On some occasions, He also shows off a more terrifying and sinister demeanor... So how come out of others that were much more of a sane option you chose to date FLOYD LEECH

Your friends didn't understand it at all they couldn't understand your dating choices either, yet they noticed how you'd stare at Floyd lovingly with the sweetest smile. Ace couldn't help but stare at you confused and with furrowed brows while Deuce was trying to help Yuu stop Grim from eating off Yuukens plate. The five of you sat in a booth near the corner of having a good view of the stage and close to the bar.

The smooth sound of jazz music blended with the clinking of dishes and the lively chatter of those around.

Ace noticed your gaze lingering on Floyd, who stood with Jade, both grinning at a student in a different booth. Floyd's signature threatening smile accompanied by a soft giggle. Ace furrowed his brows before speaking up. "Seriously, [Name], what do you even see in that guy?"Your attention shifted to Ace as you lifted your gloved hand, bringing a wine glass to your lips. The deep hue of your lipstick left a faint mark on the glass as you took a slow sip. Then, as if drawn by an unseen force, your eyes flickered back to Floyd just in time to see him waving at you while effortlessly dragging away his latest unfortunate victim with Jade not to far behind.

Your lips tugged up slightly, eyes half-lidded, as Monstro Lounge’s serene, iridescent lights cast a soft glow on your figure. Focusing on Floyd once more, you blew him a kiss when he waved again before shutting the door to Azul’s VIP office. You turned your head back to Ace and the others who were staring at you with wide eyes as you replied with a silky smooth voice.

"He makes me laugh"

DATING HEADCANNONS BECAUSE THIS NEEDS TO BE DONE AND I ENJOYED THIS TOO MUCH OKAY LET ME BE!!

˚₊ · »-♡→ Dating Floyd leech means you'd have to deal with his mood swings, and unhinged behavior good thing for you that you understood him like the back of your purple gloves

˚₊ · »-♡→ Dancing together will be common. Jazz or not he'd dance with you grinning stupidly yet when its slow romantic music he can't help but caress your body with a smile holding up one of your arms and other hand on your hip as you stare at him over your shoulder with how he kisses your shoulder blade and neck with a soft smile

˚₊ · »-♡→ Other times compared to your slow dancing he'd start breaking dancing out of nowhere and you couldn't help but smile slowly at how unpredictable he was

˚₊ · »-♡→ When you would preform jazz songs Floyd would growl at peoples comments quietly, Jade patting his shoulder because they eyed you as if you were a pound of meat

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd can't help but have a shit eating grin when your done preforming and head into your change room because he knows that he'd be the one pampering you with kisses and knows he'll be the one that gets called honey bunny

˚₊ · »-♡→ Everybody is confused why you would call Floyd Honey bunny he's a eel but Floyd would wave them off and enjoy how you'd coo at him and press kisses upon his face though you do always remember to call him 'eely' too just for fun

˚₊ · »-♡→ One time you knocked out of Floyd due to worry he'd get hurt by a aggressive customer when he woke up after a bit he was grinning and hugging you.

˚₊ · »-♡→ Azul though who had to calm down the aggressive customer himself was pissed though demanding you work an extra hour because he had to spend time dealing with an 'incompetent baffoon' Jade on the other hand enjoyed watching Azul having to calm down the customer before stepping in himself.

˚₊ · »-♡→ A small gasp came from you looking around "Oh, no! Where's Floyd?" Azul couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows "Floyd? He left me in the V.I.P room when I needed him to help with aggressive customer" Azul sighed crossing his arms "No, he didn't. I hit him over the head with a frying pan and stuck him in the closet. So he wouldn't get hurt." Azul froze jaw dropping while Jade hummed giving a closed eyed smile "Makes perfect sense." "IT DOESN'T?!"

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd has cooked you many meals before and would smile watching you eat, the two of you cooking for the other with loving smiles well more like Floyd giggling and poking you with prodding hands secretly while you playfully hit him back with flour

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd leech chooses to laugh like creepily, he loved how scary he seemed to others how they would hide away in fear like scared guppies yet when you stare at him with a fond look he can't help but have another reason to love his laugh

˚₊ · »-♡→ Jade teases him about it with how he still hasn't gotten bored of you and would ditch everything even if he gets scolded even more for you

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd would watch you on stage when he is behind the bar smiling softly while staring at you and yourred sequined strapless dress that reveals a lot of cleavage with a low back, sweetheart neckline, and high thigh slit, pink stilettos, elegant purple opera gloves, and gold stud earrings.

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd would giggle as he watches you look at him while singing every now and then when touching other students to help get money fro monstro lounge

˚₊ · »-♡→ The amount of times he swoons at the way you cup his face kissing his lips and cheeks complimenting him when needed as he looks at you with a doe eyed look

˚₊ · »-♡→ Azul THRIVES with the money you bring in and attention getting brands for monstro lounge though he does also worry about you and makes sure your safe too even though he knows Floyd is close to tackling anybody who would try to get near you

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd would grin when you try new lipstick on him as he grips onto your hips with a smile

˚₊ · »-♡→ When Floyd was in a horrendous mood due to a student claiming you were dating him out of pity he couldn't help but be sour all day grumbling to himself and hugging a pillow.

˚₊ · »-♡→ When you came into his room he couldn't help but lash out of you complaining trying to push you away yet the moment you cupped his face leaning into him he couldn't help but melt he loved your touch when you cupped his face with a grin.

˚₊ · »-♡→ "Floyd, darling. I want you to know I love you. I've loved you more than any woman's ever loved a eel.. whatever they say you and I both know that I love you dearly" he short circuited after that tackling you into his bed and laughing about how you always knew how to make his day

[fraidy-farfelle]

Things I would call Azul:

[jelsah27]

Headcannon

MC could become House-warden in every dorm (except Pomefiore because Vil is too beautiful and all that lovely poison) but just doesn't

I mean come on MC fought Overblots with no power whatsoever and lived to tell the tale. anyway how i think they would go

Heartslabyul: Riddle's ultimate "scary move" has no affect on our plain human MC. could literally just get him angry enough to distract him then tackle the smol bean

Savanaclaw: Just offer Leona to take the responsibilities of Dorm Leader but he still gets to control all the dorm sports. (Also must offer lap nap privileges)

Octanvinelle: MC waits till Floyd's in a mood and offers to get Jade new terrariums. MC's outsmarted Azul before and can do it again, the eels are the wildcards.

Scarabia: Kalim could probably be convinced of anything, bless his heart. The trouble is making sure to keep Jamil as vice warden and take some of his workload please this overworked boy-

Ignihyde: Idia, if challenged might fight for it and give MC some trouble, he's got a competitive streak after all. But the moment its presented as a way for him to get out of socializing he 200% will pronounce MC Dorm leader and run away at Mach 3. (It won't hurt to offer playtime with Grimm too)

Diasomnia: Now my dear sweet Malleus. If he thought his friend really wanted it would hand the title over 100%. The real fight would be Sebek and having to deal with his screeching. Prepare Malleus merch to win him over, the more the better

[eclecticprincecollector]

Who calls who what

if yuu was raised by the great seven edition.

What they call you ( yuu)

Ursula calls you a fry ( which means baby octopus, cause you are hers)

Hades calls you little flame ( you managed to burn down the house once when you were a toddler, he was proud grandpop TM that day)

Scar calls you cub ( slipped out one day and he decided why the hell not, you were his their cub)

Grimhilde calls you Liebchen ( sweetheart)

Jafar calls you by your name ( but secretly refers to you as jewel or Azizi/aziziti ( my precious male/female))

Maleficent calls you elfling ( because that is yuu's ( your)species in my au and it kinda stuck for her)

Mary Elizabeth calls you rosebud ( because she found you sleeping in a rosebush ( Grimhilde despaired over your skin for days after that))

What reader ( yuu) calls them

Mama for a loving Grimhilde

Papa for an annoyed Scar

Grandpop for an amused Hades ( Planning the wedding #1)

Baba for a secretly indulgent Jafar

Mother dearest for a doting yet strict Mary Elizabeth

Grandmother for a fond Maleficent ( Planning the wedding #2)

Taglist

@twistedcece

[officialdaydreamer00]

Just me thinking abt how every dorm could probably give you something fo match with their dorm (cough cough, they want to convince you to go with them unlike the other dorms—)

Heartslabyul gives you a checkered heart clip to wear on whatever you want

SavanaClaw gives a colorful necklace (similar to the one on Leona’s neck and Ruggie’s shirt)

Octavinelle gives a shell keychain to you

Scarabia gives you gold colored bracelets

Pomefiore gives a crown pin to pin on your uniform

Ignihyde gives you a watch with their color scheme

And Diasomnia gives you briar rose earrings

All of them just matching those items with you while also competing for your favored dorm

honestly i think it'd be like

because you received something from all seven dorms, you decided to spend each day of the week for each of the dorms.

on monday, you'd go with your heartslabyul friends. you opted to pin the clip on your blazer collar and kept it secured there for the rest of the day. riddle nodded to you, and he took it upon himself to fix your outfit if he ever deemed it 'unkempt'. no, it's not an excuse for him to be closer to you, obviously it's because your collar is a little crooked and you didn't notice that.

tuesday was with savanaclaw. you turned the colourful bead necklace into a bracelet, wrapping it around your non-dominant wrist. leona that fucking cat (affectionately) was smug as hell when he saw you with the necklace (now turned makeshift bracelet) he personally gave you.

octavinelle was wednesday. you didn't usually bring ramshackle's key in your pockets, so the keychain was attached to the side of your belt. floyd took great pleasure in picking you up and carrying you to places, "'cause lil' shrimpy will get lost in the sea of minnows without this big ol' eel!" or something along the line. jade only follow behind you two with a chuckle.

thursday quickly came by. kalim encouraged you to wear scarabia's gold bracelets that he gave you. how could you deny him, when he was asking you with such a bright smile on his face? he was dragging you around campus by the way, jamil walked behind the both of you and sighed like a tired disappointed parent he was lmao.

friday rolled by. pomefiore dorm leader vil himself handed you the crown pin. he also asked you to accompany him on a leisure stroll with rook and epel, and at the end of the day, he even bent down to give your forehead a lil smooch. his lipstick might be smudged, but your confused flustered face was entertaining enough for him to ignore it. be grateful for that potato.

idia had ortho pull you to an unused classroom on saturday, only to hand you a watch in ignihyde's colour scheme, dorm logo and all. idia himself might not want to go outside, so it's either ortho who dragged you around campus, or you all holed up in idia's room to play video games or binge anime.

diasomnia held you hostage (/lh) on sunday. well, malleus already gifted you the earrings on your late night rendezvous right after you came back from ignihyde. he invited you to the dorm the next morning, and kinda just keep you there for the rest of the day. lilia had the time of his life jumpscaring you the moment you got pass the gates, though.

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reblogs are appreciated!

[alastor-simp]

Azul Ashengrotto🐙 with a reader who is like Uma from Descendants

- You had intrigued Azul the minute he saw you arrive to NRC. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, but your magical aura and beauty kept drawing him in

- Azul was a man of business, however, so he wasn’t going to let his fascination get in the way of that. As always he tried to introduce himself and offer you his services in the form of a contract, hoping you would accept it with ease, but you just gave him an sarcastic laugh and said “Dream on, Octo boy” and walked away , leaving him stunned

- Shocked, was the expression on Azul’s face as he realized you had a bit of a feisty attitude compared to the delicate flower he pictured you as. He ordered the twins to try and persuade you to reconsider, but you refused again and roughed up the twins a bit when they got too pushy. Let’s just say the Leech brothers know now, not to mess with you.

- After multiple refusals, Azul decided to call it quits, but you had other plans as you had your sights set on him and when you wanted something, you got it.

- He wasn’t expecting to have grown so close to you, but the more time he spent with you, the more he started to develop feelings. You can imagine his surprise when you told him that you ran a crew of pirates and are their captain.

- Besides being a captain, he asked what other talents/secrets you had, and instead of telling him you showed him. Jumping into the fish tank in Mostro lounge, you transformed into your cecaelia form in front of Azul. Let’s just say, you had this Octo cutie blushing up to his ears. Your tentacles were a charming aqua color, that matched perfectly with your turquoise hair.

- After that, you told Azul more about your world, your rival with the daughter of Maleficent and how Ursula was your mother.

- !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? COME AGAIN. YOUR MOTHER IS URSULA!?!?!?!! ONE OF THE GREAT SEVENS?!?!?!?!?!? ……… Marry Me.

- The two of you got together eventually, honestly you weren’t expecting it either, but you grown to love and care for Azul, but don’t tell anyone else that as you had a reputation to uphold and the last thing you needed is your crew/friends seeing you go all soft.

- “Good afternoon, sweetie,” Azul said as he greeted you upon your arrival to Mostro Lounge. Grabbing Azuls bow tie, you yanked him closer to your face as you don’t like being called adorable pet names “What’s my name, Azul? Azul, flustered, answered you back immediately: “Y-Y/N.”

- Smiling, you kissed Azul, on the lips before letting him go. “That’s right cutie. That’s my name.” You grabbed his hand and walked towards his office, with him following behind you with hearts in his eyes and two eel twins giggling from afar, as Floyd recorded the whole interaction and Jade asking his brother to send him the video.

( sorry about how bad this is, still having trouble writing x reader stories, but hope you guys enjoy it :) )

[lianreine]

Angst TWST X GN!MC

"I watch from a far as they shine like gold"

Just for context this isn't connected to any event in the twst so far I just wanted to write this-

<i found my border :>>

MC POV

As I watch the Ceremony begin...I smile as everyone gets their awards...

I cheer for my friends and comrades happily...but this moment feels too familiar...

Like the times in my world where I'd never get an award even if i tried- but! I didnt try now. Plus all the rewards are...magic related....

..

After the Ceremony I've lost my mood...it isnt anyone's fault but mine

I watch the liquid in my cup as everyone celebrates...

Someone comes up to me, I didnt bother to look up at them..

"Child of man? You seem...upset? Is there a problem?"

I turn my head to see Malleus

"No...nothing at all, just tired because of the night you know"

I force a smile as he smiles back at me

"Alright...I will leave you be...But any of us will be willing to help you if you are ever in need"

I nod with a smile as he walks away..

Anyone would help me...?

Could they...help me?

Drip...

Black ink fell on my drink...

I touch my face and look at my fingers...

Blot...?

But no...thats impossible..i couldn't blot...i couldn't i dont have magi!-

My hands feel hot as i realized my cup is boiling...I immediately drop my cup...

As Ink fades my sight..

No...no no no...this is suppose to be the happy ever after...

3rd person view

Everyone stops when the lights start to flicker..

They see Mc..looking down...and Blot dripping from their eyes..

"Child of man!-"

Malleus yells as the others get their pens ready..

Mc stumbles back as they look up..

"Im sorry...im trying...but...I can't control it any longer...it hurts.."

They get surrounded by blot...as the fog fades...

Mc is seen with their knees againts their chest as it seems...replicas of all Seven Over blots..

As if they protect her...their faces are blacked out...the other students are terrified..

Vil and Mal's overblot can be seen taking care of Mc...War has started.

[roseapov]

I know I was supposed to take a break to focus on my life BUT I just can't stop.

Tumblr already rooted deep within me and there is no way for me to go back, so I'm coming back to writing, slowly but surely.

I couldn't stop thinking about all of those scenarios, ideas to write, everything. I also had to follow my moots moves diligently (love y'all), so I wouldn't fall behind and during that time, I never really took any break.

That's why I decided to come back, as most of my schedule is already emptied and I finally have some relatively quiet and peaceful time for myself.

Which means more fics for you!

Now, I know I already announced The Great Diasomnia Fics Feast BUT I wanted to ask:

Which one of the dorms would you like to see fics of the most, as I finish with my ongoing works?

[yanderecrazysie]

Best Friends (Yandere Ace and Deuce)

Requested on Quotev

Title: Best Friends

Pairings: Yandere! Ace Trappola x F! Reader; Yandere! Deuce Spade x F! Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, two yanderes working together, airhead reader

Description: Your best friends would never hurt you, right?

You were running late. Again.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no!” you squealed, clutching your backpack tightly as you sprinted down the hallway.

Your feet slipped on the marble floor as you turned the corner too quickly. A Octanivelle freshman stumbled backwards, just barely dodging your sliding body. His eyes widened in alarm as you said “Sorry!” moments before slamming face-first into a white pillar.

You let out a little “oof!” and rubbed your forehead. The freshman looked from you to the empty hallway, as if deciding whether to offer help or make a run for it before you caused worse damage.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” you laughed, “I’m in a hurry.”

You gave him a cheerful wave and scurried down the hallway, unfazed by your near-death experience. The freshman stared at you for a moment, then hurried off in the opposite direction.

By the time you stumbled into the Potions classroom, you were a mess. Your hair and robes were disheveled. You waved at your classmates with a dopey grin on your face. You then stumbled up the small staircase to sit at our usual spot between Deuce and Ace, your best friends, and narrowly avoided bumping into a cauldron. 

Ace snickered, “Are you planning to knock down the whole classroom or just half of it today?”

You puffed out your cheeks and pouted, “That was one time!”

Deuce shifted in his seat, worry written all over his face, “You’re late. Please tell me you at least remembered to bring everything…”

“Oh!” you gasped. You unzipped your backpack and dug through it. No Potions textbook to be found. You forgot it. Again.

“Um,” you rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly, “Sooo, I kind of… forgot my textbook.”

Ace rolled his eyes and Deuce wordlessly pushed his textbook towards you. “You can share with me,” he offered.

“Yay! You’re the best Deuce!” you said happily, not noticing the way a red blush spread up his neck to his ears.

Ace’s grin faltered slightly. Then, he draped an arm over the back of your chair with a smirk, “Pfft, Deuce, you’re such a pushover.”

Deuce scowled. You, on the other hand, giggled obliviously.

You didn’t notice the way Ace’s grip tightened around your chair or the way Deuce gripped his pencil too hard. You were the perfect ray of sunshine, too bright to notice the shadows that wished to consume you.

Potions passed in a blur of bubbling cauldrons and potent ingredients. You wandered out of the classroom and into the courtyard, completely unaware of the two pairs of eyes lingering on you.

You hummed to yourself, oblivious to the way your best friends trailed a few steps behind you. Ace locked onto the sway of your hips, fingers twitching every time you stumbled over your own feet. Deuce surveyed the crowd, glare ensuring no one bumped into you.

You were so sweet and fragile, they worried that you might shatter like glass if they didn’t watch you carefully enough. Deuce and Ace exchanged a glance behind your back, coming to a silent agreement.

You would be safer with them.

Eventually, the sun dipped below the horizon, you hanging out in the courtyard alone after a day of classes. You yawned slightly as Deuce and Ace approached you.

“You look tired,” Deuce observed, “We’ll walk you home.”

You smiled brightly, completely missing the silent look he exchanged with Ace, “Thanks guys! You’re the best!”

Deuce and Ace walked on either side of you as they led you down the pathway, too airheaded to notice you were no longer on the main trail. You simply chattered about your day without a care in the world.

You started to slow down as you realized there weren’t any familiar landmarks that indicated you were going to Ramshackle. You looked around, confused, but Ace gave you a big grin, “C’mon dummy, it’s a shortcut.”

“Oh!” you smiled, carefree once more.

The forest grew darker and quieter. Your cheerfulness was slowly fading.

“Um, this doesn’t look like a shortcut,” you said with a nervous giggle.

Ace grabbed your wrist, yanking you to his chest. Your eyes widened but, before you could question his action, Deuce pressed a cloth over your lips and nose.

You gasped, glancing from Deuce to Ace’s faces in terror. There was no playfulness in Ace’s eyes. No gentleness in Deuce’s gaze.

Tears welled up and began to spill. 

They were serious. This was real. Your two best friends were betraying you.

Ace gently pet your hair, “Shhh, don’t look at us like that.” He tiled your chin up with a sickeningly sweet smile, “You’re ours now.”

You started to feel dizzy and even more tired than before. As the world faded around you, you heard Deuce whisper the chilling words.

“And we’re never letting you go.”

[viaviavie]

OPERATION CINDERELLA-SABOTAGE [HEARTSLABYUL]

in which he rescues you from your very short-lived wedding.

SUMMARY: due to a massive misunderstanding, a prince from royal sword academy is set to wed you at sunset. thankfully, your un-princely crush is here to save the day and crash this lovely wedding.

PAIRINGS: everyone x fem reader (separately)

WARNINGS: they're being a bit dramatic, characters are 18+, makeout (cater)

NOTES: this is echoes the ghost bride event, but listening to this prompted me to write out this scenario instead. i made this for shits and giggles, so have fun with this!

HEARTSLABYUL | SAVANACLAW | OCTANIVELLE | SCARABIA | POMEFIORE | IGNIHYDE | DIASOMNIA

There was no way you would be able to say 'no' now, not when there were hundreds of Royal Sword Academy students and even more members of a random royal family whose last names you cannot recall waiting outside that door. Aside from a completely oblivious Neige and Che'nya who was nowhere to be found, there was no one you could really ask for help to get you out of this mess.

You turn to your supposed betrothed with frantic eyes, shaking your head wildly. "I already told you, I'm not the one you danced with at the ball!" Your hisses fell on deaf ears. That damned prince from Royal Sword Academy was too busy making the 'goo-goo' eyes at you to even register what you were saying.

"I just happened to have the same shoe-size!"

Damn it, why did you have to agree to fitting some missing girl's shoe?!

Pierce Charmant, possibly the most delusional guy you have ever met in Twisted Wonderland, clung onto your calf with a stubborn expression. He had no intentions of letting you go, and neither did his five other guards that had blocked your way.

"You have to be her!"

"You don't even know my name!"

You were really counting on Grim to get someone, anyone, to stop this wedding. Yet, as you are walked down the aisle by the fair Neige, you are already planning out a divorce settlement plan. Based on the number of guests here, who had filled this entire venue from top to bottom, you would have guessed that this prince was rather rich. If it was to be an unhappy marriage, at least your wallet would be more than compensated.

You managed to convince this prince to send invitations to Night Raven College, but that didn't matter. He was so excited and in a hurry to marry, that your friends barely had any time to rescue you! There must have been so much traffic with the mirrors that they couldn't even use them! There was just no way that they'd make it in time now.

And so you consign yourself to readying some divorce papers within the next few weeks, and planning out how to avoid any more interactions with this guy while you were married.

You stood at the chapel's base, your expression exasperated than ever as you kept darting your gaze to the door. You've already tripped over the aisle a few times, fumbled the scripted vows, and even called for a bathroom break or two to stall.

And now comes the big moment that you were so desperately trying to avoid.

"Would you, Pierce Charmant, take the Ramshackle Dorm Prefect, as your lawfully wedded wife?"

The prince smiles so sickly sweet, and its the look of a man who won't change his mind.

"I do."

You grimace as the officiant faces you, just as blind to your annoyed expression.

"Would you, the Ramshackle Dorm Prefect, take Pierce Charmant as you lawfully wedded husband?" They didn't even use your name!

You pause, the image of your crush flashing before your eyes.

You would never see him again if you let yourself get married. Defiance returns to your face as you suck in a deep breath, ready to deal with the consequences of rejecting this delusional prince in front of hundreds of people.

"I—"

"I object!"

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

"Grim, please explain to me why I received an invitation to the Prefect's wedding... I am calm, Trey. I would just prefer to know the details before I go and fetch her myself... and may I ask one more thing? Yes, hoW IN THE WORLD DID THE PREFECT GET KIDNAPPED LIKE THIS?! DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO CALM ME DOWN, CATER. I AM PERFECTLY CALM."

Riddle calmly asked about your whereabouts, and it does not take him long to immediately get to work. As one of the better respected housewardens among the roster, it was easier to ask for a few favors that could get him to that damned cathedral fast. However, as the traffic did pile up to get to this accursed wedding, Riddle finds himself on horseback.

He does have this awful crush on you, but it never really crosses his mind. Even as he holds certain feelings for you, it's at the back of his mind. Riddle values your autonomy, and this marriage was a massive red flag. Surely, you cannot have possibly agreed to such a thing. It was just not in your nature. You would have protested, and the fact that you are not back in campus means that something is preventing you from speaking your mind. Riddle really respects you in this aspect!

Still, the idea of you marrying some prince who barely knew it was absolutely absurd. Riddle won't allow it, he absolutely won't!

The doors were flung open with a loud thud, revealing a red-head in a suit. Much to your surprise, Riddle isn't burning red with a fiery rage and threatening to have everyone's head off. He's stomping towards you and your supposed groom, fist clenched as he throws out an arm out of anger. He doesn't seem too angry, but determined.

"ENOUGH! SHE WILL BE COMING BACK TO NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE WITH ME NOW."

Okay, maybe you were wrong about him not being angry.

His voice echoes throughout the entire cathedral, followed by several flinches at his sheer volume. Immediately, the crowd by the rows inch back a bit further as he continues to march forward, ignoring the guards that seemed to hesitate to approach him. Pierce raises a brow, almost annoyed rather than fearful of this disturbance.

"There seems to be a misunderstanding. You see, the Prefect is going to be married to me. You can sort out your affairs after the ceremony is over." Well, that didn't seem to help one bit, judging by how Riddle seemed to fume even further at this statement.

The housewarden comes to a halt, sucking in a sharp breath to calm his temper. The last thing he wanted to do right now was to frighten you.

He breathes out your name, sending a stutter through your heart.

"Do you truly want to marry this man?"

It almost makes you swoon, the way Riddle looks at you so earnestly as he asks for some affirmation. Had it been any other scenario, you would've taken your time to bore your eyes into his and study his expression. Instead, you shake your head wildly, racing down the aisle until you have hidden yourself behind him.

Riddle has the nerve to smirk at the shocked Prince. "And here, I thought princes had a code of conduct when it came to their ladies." He turned back to you with an assuring look. "I'll take you home, Prefect."

Truly, Riddle had no intentions of playing around. He had only one objective, to get you out of here. Just as he turns around to escort you out of the cathedral, a pair of guards had blocked the exit.

"No, I cannot let you leave!" Pierce cried out, ready to give chase. "Prefect, please! Give me a chance. You cannot possibly be ready to leave me for... this guy!"

Riddle's eye twitches as he cranes himself to look at the prince. "You have some nerve!" He clicks out, clenching his fists once more. Everyone feels the cathedral heat up, those closer to the aisles feeling beads of sweat form upon their temples. Even as you looked at Riddle so gently, a part of you was somewhat grateful that he was sticking up for you.

Just as his top was about to blow, you muster the will to tug on Riddle's sleeve. As quickly as his reddened face came, it disappears when he glances back at your soft expression. Huffing out a heavy sigh, Riddle clicks his tongue and marches towards the exit.

"Let's be on our way, Prefect. We shouldn't waste our precious time on these trifles."

Needless to say, no one really wanted to test the housewarden's patience as he escorted you out of that Cathedral. Riddle certainly doesn't waste time hoisting you onto his horse and galloping away, not giving the prince a second to try and retrieve you.

He grumbles about the entire ordeal, mostly questioning the absolute ridicule of the marriage. What kind of prince thinks he can get away with it? Riddle is certain to send a complain to Royal Sword Academy regarding their lessons on conduct if no one tries to stop him.

You could easily see Night Raven College from afar as you peeked from behind his tuft of red hair. Riddle is still rambling, a preferable alternative to losing his temper entirely. "That ruffian dares to marry you and has yet to learn your name! How uncouth!" He spat in absolute distaste, and he finds comfort in the way you giggle in agreement.

Riddle doesn't seem to take note of the way your arms are crossed around his middle, or maybe he does, and just chooses not to let his blush show. He cleared his throat, gripping the reigns a bit tighter. "You will find better suitors, Prefect. Just promise me that he wouldn't be so impulsive as that Prince."

TREY CLOVER

"Can you drive any faster, Deuce? No, I don't think we're late. Better safe than sorry! ... Suit, check. Speech, check. Myself, check. I've got everything in order, but... hah, I'd expect to do this type of thing a few years down the line, let alone object at a wedding at all. At least, it's the Prefect's wedding... That's such a weird thing to conceptualize at this point in time."

He really didn't have to be so dramatic about the entire thing, but Trey is really going all-out for this objection. Really, all he's done is seen movies where someone objects at a wedding and while he knows its entirely fictional, our boy here has to drive the point home; no one is marrying the Prefect today.

So that explains why he even bothered to dress up and rehearse a speech throughout the entire ride to the cathedral. He has Heartslabyul helping him out to secure an escape for you in case things went awry. Sure, Trey's Unique Magic won't come in handy but he's good with his words, and is relatively charismatic. He's earned that title of Vice Housewarden, after all.

All that preparation flies out the window when he sees you down the aisle, however.

"Trey?"

He's blinking profusely, almost flustered himself by how radiant you looked in that wedding dress. For a moment, Trey swears that he's had some sort of tunnel vision when all he seems to see is you. It strikes some envy in him when he reminds himself that this wasn't his wedding, and this wouldn't be yours either.

"Prefect..." Trey breathed out, struggling to recall the damn script he was supposed to follow. They are lost, just as he found himself lost in your sparkling gaze.

Screw the script, he was just going to have to wing this one.

He narrows his eyes onto the shocked prince, taking steps down that long carpet. "I've come to bring you back to Night Raven College."

Pierce raises a brow, glancing back at you and the intruder with suspicion. "On what grounds?" He questions snidely, uncertain of what to make of this new character. "If it is for anything trivial, then you may bother the Prefect later. You are obstructing a ceremony here, sir."

You recognize that dangerous glint behind Trey's eyes, and it only serves to make your heart race. Trey simply smirks, hiding away his hesitant exterior with a haughty farce. "I am afraid it cannot wait. I cannot allow the Prefect to be married without saying my piece."

He doesn't exactly know where all his bravado was coming from, but if he had to confess his feelings to you now, then so be it.

Trey looks at you, flashing a gentle yet sheepish smile. "Prefect, I fell for you. Hook, line, and sinker." You let out a dramatic gasp along with the onlookers, allowing a hand to fly to your parted lips. "I have harbored those feelings for a long time now, and I cannot bring myself to see you married without letting my heart be known."

Swallowing to himself, Trey's expression falters slightly, falling into one of softness. "Prefect, it is your happiness that I desire. No matter what happens, I will support your choice."

He didn't exactly have to tell you twice, not when you hurry yourself over to his side and latch onto his arm. You didn't have to feed his ego like that, but it isn't as if Trey had any room to complain.

Pierce is angered by the sight, glaring daggers at Trey with such envy and animosity. "Prefect, are you really leaving me on the altar?" As if to subtly annoy the prince even further, Trey hooks an arm around your waist and pivots you to turn. "It seems to be so, Prince Pierce. I fear that your beautiful bride will be stolen on this lovely afternoon."

You do not miss the way Trey smirks at your flustered expression. Just as he continues to walk you to the exit, you gritted your teeth at him. "Don't say such things!" You tell him as the heat rises to your cheeks. You hear him hum at your ear, followed by the slight press of his fingers on your hip.

"Why shouldn't I? You look beautiful in this dress," Trey murmurs in your ear, pushing the cathedral door open with his hand. "And I suppose that the prince hasn't coaxed this expression out of you. I almost feel sorry for him, that he never got the chance to see how lovely you are when you are putty in my hands."

Trey doesn't stop teasing you, even once you are back in Night Raven College. He wouldn't stop complimenting you either, aiming to have you as red as possible. He just can't help it. It's probably the high he got from confessing his feelings to you, or maybe it's the part where you're unsure if he was being sincere or not. Regardless, it was fun seeing you get all flustered because of him.

You are seated by the Heartslabyul's kitchen counter, snacking on some quick treats that Trey had prepared for you. He claims that it was a consolation for the fact you never got to taste your own wedding cake. Still clad in your grand wedding dress, you couldn't exactly care any less about the crumbs soiling the skirts. "You're no prince charming, Trey." You mentioned mid-bite, eyes glancing at the vice-housewarden who was seated across from you.

"What makes you say that?" He asks you with a slight smile, resting his chin on his palm as he shamelessly bored his gaze into yours.

You snort, rolling your eyes at his seemingly sweet disposition. "Prince Charmings don't tease the girls that they like until they're as red as Riddle." You huffed, digging your fork into the pastry. "You cruel man! You haven't stopped ever since you stole me from the prince!"

Trey chuckles, and you cannot keep yourself from gulping as he leaves his seat, sauntering towards you like a lion would his prey. "Oh? I suppose that I am no Prince Charming. I'm not a pure white knight either. If you think I am being cruel, I won't stop you, sweetheart."

Your heart stutters as he slides a finger underneath your chin, tilting your head so that your forced to look his way. Trey smiles at you, eyes twinkling with absolute mischief. "I highly doubt Prince Charmings steal kisses from their crushes either. For you, I will be kind. May I, sweetheart? I do not need your shoe size to know my feelings for you, at least."

CATER DIAMOND

"Gah, it just refreshed! They've just gotten past the walking part! Deuce, shortcut on your left! Sorry, I'm switching tabs between maps and the livestream! Prefect looks is such a cutie in that dress, it makes me so envious of the prince! Oh well, she really looks like she doesn't wanna be there anyways. I'm coming Prefect! I'll save you!"

There's just this image of Cater clinging onto Deuce on a blastcycle, raising his phone up for a signal as they attempt to maneuver their way through the streets. Everything just happened in such a rush, and Cater's scrambling to get to you. He isn't like Trey who bothers to prepare, but if anything, Cater will ramp up the dramatics to the maximum.

His real goal is just to get you out by any means necessary, and more preferably, without violence. So Cater will do what he does best; make a grand spectacle of the entire thing until the prince is forced to abdicate. Worst case scenario, he's going to drag you out the door and shove you onto the damn blastcycle.

If he has to play the part of your real paramour, then he hopes you'll forgive him. He's got the suit and the desperate look on his face ready to go!

Your jaw goes slack at the way Cater makes a dramatic run for the aisle, somewhat unused to that stricken expression on his face. You're almost concerned for him with the way he grips his knees, attempting to keep his balance as his eyes zone in onto yours.

"Prefect, you can't marry him!" It's too out of character of Cater, and you know better than to think he'd ever be this undone in public. "Is this what you really want?!" Before you could even reply, Pierce cuts in with a slight glare.

"And who are you to talk to my bride like that?" It is then when you catch wind of that mischievous glint in Cater's eye as he throws out his arm dramatically.

"I am the Prefect's sweetheart! Who are you to take my girlfriend like that?"

You have never heard the cathedral go so silent. You are utterly speechless, lips parted with absolute surprise. Clearly, judging by the way sweat had begun to form on the side of Cater's temple, you cannot help but think that this was all improv on his half.

Pierce turns to look at you, almost stricken by the ginger's declaration. "Prefect, is that true?" His voice trembles with fear. "Is that truly your... sweetheart?"

A part of you feels a bit sorry for what you were about to do, but you had to remind yourself that you had been dragged into a wedding on the same day you met this prince.

You are running now, sprinting to Cater's side as you clutch his hand in your own. Turning back to the scandalized prince, you nod firmly, playing along with the farce. "We've been dating for a long time now! And I'm in love with him!" You declare, sending gasps throughout the entire cathedral.

You glance up at Cater, mustering a smile across your features. "You came to save me!" He's almost surprised by the way you cling onto him even harder, but it only serves to sell the act even further. Cater smiles in return, holding you closely. "I'd never let you go, cutie. I love you too much to let you leap into the arms of another man."

Maybe the act is too good, too calculated. That is exactly what goes through your head as Pierce raises a brow in suspicion, narrowing his eyes onto the pair as if attempting to spot a mistake. "Is that so?" He murmurs until he crosses his arms, disbelief on his skeptical expression.

"Prove it."

Cater and you freeze up simultaneously, heads turning to glance at one another. He looked so caught off guard by Pierce's demand, and there's so many eyes on you both.

"You're both longtime sweethearts, right? I wouldn't want to split apart such a happy couple..."

Cater is staring at you, attempting to read your expression. It's difficult, especially when you look at him as your gaze gets even more glossy. He wouldn't want to do anything you didn't want to, and he's already readying himself to sprint out the door with you in tow.

"Prefect, you don't have to—mmph!"

You wasted no time in snaking your arms around his neck, pressing your lips against him with such boldness. He could feel you pour all your wants and longings into the kiss, the plush of your soft lips melding into his own. How could he not deny you his own affections, not as he cups your cheeks with his slender fingers and presses back against you.

He dares to go even further, pulling back for a slight gasp of air before diving back into you. Much to his delight, you aren't pulling away either, choosing to even entangle your fingers into his hair for leverage.

Then you hear a groan from the prince, followed by his pleas for you two to stop this display. It seems that he got the point now, at least.

Even as both of you exit the cathedral, Cater still maintains the image that he was your boyfriend. You don't exactly protest, and even then, it didn't seem to different to the way Cater had been treating you as a friend. He is still as clingy as ever, closing the physical proximities by having you hang onto his arm.

And you best believe he's snapping as much photos of you to commemorate the event. He's already updating his MagiCam account on his success, not to mention the pretty girl on his arm.

"Cater, what are you doing?" You asked, unable to hide the grin on your face as Cater sets up his camera against the tire of the blastcycle. You could see yourselves on the reflection of the device, followed by the grand beauty of the cathedral behind you both. He grins at you as he shifts at your side.

"What? It isn't everyday a cutie like you gets to look like a bride. We got the perfect backdrop!" He sings, sliding an arm around your waist as he strikes for a pose. You follow his lead, matching his energy with each shot.

"Careful! People are going to think we're dating for real!"

Cater smirks at you, leaning in closely to your ear with a sickeningly sweet tease. "Wanna make it official then, cutie? Can't have any random princes asking for your hand, not when you're dating me." He is not stranger to the way you blush, letting out a chuckle at the sight.

"Aw, cutie! Are you still thinking about the kiss? I didn't think you would be so bold about it." Pressing a quick peck on the cheek, he rests his chin on your head as he prepares for another pose. "Don't worry. CayCay's gonna initiate it next time!"

DEUCE SPADE

"Grim, which way?! I can't see the GPS! ... Don't I just have to go in there and yell 'I object'? It looks easy! I'll say it then drag Prefect out of there... Ha?! I need to prove that I have a good reason to get her out? Fine! I don't care, the Prefect needs me!"

Possibly the closest we will get to a legit Prince Charming. Perhaps Deuce is a bit on the rugged side, but he's possibly one of the most earnest and noble students from Night Raven College. He cares about you more than he cares about getting his feelings across, but that is not to say he won't be honest about it either in this confrontation.

He's not exactly sure on how to break up the ceremony. Grim and Ace are coaching him through what to say, and admittedly, the process seems too complicated. All he knows is that he has to run through those doors and convince the prince to not marry the Prefect by any means necessary.

"Deuce!"

He is the one to always come running at the sound of your name. Deuce had been someone you trusted during your stay here in Twisted Wonderland, and you never seemed to stop and think about just how attached that boy was to you. Sure, you held him closely as a friend and held affections for him, but the way he sprinted towards you was a testament to how much he cared.

"Prefect!" You are racing to meet him halfway, launching yourself into his chest. He catches you barreling into his suit, immediately wrapping his arms around you in a protective manner. Then he takes you by the soldiers, looking down at you with such concern and worry. "Are you hurt? Are you okay?" He fusses, earning a shy smile from you.

"I'm okay, Deuce. I'm okay."

"And what is the meaning of this?"

Catching sight of the infuriated prince, Deuce beckons you to stand behind him. Cerulean eyes narrow onto the groom with animosity, accompanied by the way his hands are itching towards his wand. "I can't let you marry her. The Prefect will be returning to Night Raven College with me." You can sense the nervousness in his tone, but Deuce remains firm in his words.

Pierce's eye twitches, and he scoffed in disbelief at Deuce's protective display. "I am afraid that cannot be possible. I am marrying the Prefect, and that is final." Clicking his tongue, Pierce rolls his eyes and holds out his hand for you to take. "Come, darling. I am not surprised that you have garnered the affections of an admirer, but I fancy you more than this one ever could."

Something in Deuce snaps as he lets out a cry.

"But I love her!"

You stiffen against his back, taken by surprise by Deuce's sudden confession. And the boy glares, and it almost so painful for Pierce to keep his stare, not when there was so much conviction and certainty behind Deuce's voice.

"I've loved her longer than you have, and known her much longer than that!" His voice cracks underneath the emotional turmoil bubbling within him. "Did you even stop to consider what she wants? Did you wonder if this wedding would make her happy in the first place?!"

You take note of how Deuce's fists are clenched pale, how his breaths had suddenly grown haggard. With a soft expression, you curl yourself onto his back, arms hugging him from behind in an attempt to placate him. His body stiffens against your hold, but he reaches to clasp your hands onto his own.

He is just thankful that you aren't seeing the way his eyes had begun to water at the thought of losing you entirely. "So please," He chokes out, expression twisted with a sort of agony.

"Please don't force her to marry you. She deserves so much more than that."

Thanks to the waterworks that Deuce had caused, the wedding was called off. There was just no way that the prince could marry you after Deuce poured his heart out to deter him from wedding you.

It's almost sweet, the way that Deuce lifts you onto the blastcycle and fixes the helmet onto your head. He encourages you to hold onto him tightly as he speeds away from the cathedral, all the more determined to settle you back into NRC.

By the time he's dropped you off at the Ramshackle Dorm, only then does he take the time to bask in how radiant you appeared in a wedding dress. Thinking about his crush in a wedding dress had never crossed Deuce's mind before, but this definitely gave him something to ponder about for the next couple of nights.

You are handing him the helmet, a shy smile surfacing across your features. "Thank you for saving me from that awful wedding." Deuce clears his throat, shifting his gaze as he takes the helmet from your grasp. "I didn't want you to do something you weren't willing to. It just isn't right."

He doesn't realize just how dry his throat as gotten when he cannot bring himself to keep his thoughts to himself. "I love you. I really do, and I wish I said it at a better time." He swallows to himself, letting the embarrassment burn into the back of his head as he recalls his declaration. It was only natural that 'like' would turn into 'love' after being your close confidant for this long, pining quietly during the months spent with you.

You cannot exactly blame him either, not when his feelings were entirely reciprocated. You shift on the balls of your heel, biting onto your lower lip.

And in a swift motion, you lean in to press a chaste kiss against Deuce's warm cheek. You pull away to bask upon the stunned expression on his face, only to give him a shy smile of your own.

"Would you be down to try confessing again tomorrow?"

ACE TRAPPOLA

"BAHAHAHAHA! THERE'S NO WAY THE PREFECT IS GETTING MARRIED. WHO WOULD EVER WANNA MARRY THE PREFECT? PFFFFT, GRIM, YOU'RE SERIOUSLY PULLING MY LEG HERE. YOU EVEN BROUGHT ME A FAKE INVITATION! AIN'T NO WAY THAT SHE— Oh... Wait, really? The wedding is happening right now? ... Oh."

Ace thought you were just messing him again for that one time he said that no one would ever be interested in you. He simply said that to discourage you from trying to pursue a relationship with anyone else, but he didn't mean for you to prove him wrong like that! He never believes Grim until Deuce, Riddle, and the rest of Heartslabyul receive invitations to a wedding that was meant to start in 3 hours.

This is the absolute worst time to be in denial about his feelings. The Prefect wearing a wedding gown is one thing, but another is the fact that the groom is some pompous prince from Royal Sword Academy. Does that guy seriously think he was your type? No way! Ace knows you better than anyone on this campus, so this guy can buzz off!

A part of him did think that you were serious about marrying this stranger. In all fairness, Crowley's allowance pales in comparison to whatever Mr. Money-Bags had over there. He wouldn't blame you if you were marrying the guy for money.

Still, the last thing he wants is for you to be whisked away to who knows where. Ace would never see you again, and as embarrassing as it sounds, he did get very attached to you. Yes, a part of him wants to keep you to himself, but he also values your autonomy here. And if he knew you that well, he knows that you wouldn't want to be married off like this.

"Prefect, I'm here to pick you up."

You are actually surprised by how princely Ace looked in that moment. Dressed in a suit befitting a groom, you could help but feel your breath stolen away once his scarlet eyes were pinned onto yours. You could have been fooled then, and perhaps, Ace did turn into a prince as he marched down the aisle with his arm outstretched for you to take.

Ace never realizes the way a victorious smile creeps onto his face when you break out into a grin, taking the skirt of your dress as you make run for it. The crowd gasps as you crashed into Ace's chest, and he does not hesitate to take a protective stance in front of you. With a haughty laugh, he smirks at the baffled prince. "Who are you?!"

The redhead's arm wraps around your waist, pressing your body closer to his own. "Sorry about that, but I'll be taking your bride indefinitely! Trust me, you'll be severely disappointed after spending one good day with her!" He snickered, much to your horrified expression. You lightly smack at his chest, glaring at him with that pout that he adores so much.

"Hey!" You whine, and Ace simply beams at the prince who hesitantly steps forward. The redhead snorts, rolling his eyes at the crowd that are offended at his immature display. "I'm doing you a great favor here! If you kissed those lips, she'll turn into an ugly green ogre by sunset!"

"HEY!"

Pierce's eyebrows are furrowed as he looks at you, as if pleading for you to return to his arms. "You'd best return her, boy. We can settle this maturely." Ace does not like the way that these bodyguards are eyeing him, shifting closer and closer as he backed you both towards the venue entrance. He never falters, and neither does that shit-eating grin on his face.

"Sorry, buddy. The clock's struck midnight and all your magic tricks are fading!" He barks. Now, he knows that an escape must be made. The last thing he wants is to have another Eliza-episode. He looks down at you with a wide grin, clasping you arm with a firm squeeze.

Ace sneaks into his pocket, still looking at you. "You know something, Charmant? Maybe not all the magic has gone yet." His hand reveals the Ace of Cards, and it is immediately thrown up into the air.

As the card reached its peak in height, a burst of smoke filled the air, obscuring the magician and yourself from view.

You don't exactly need a signal to start running when your feet began moving on their own, dashing towards the door followed by the Ace's laugh and the prince's demand for guards.

Ace has no white horse, but he has Deuce with his blastcycle! Who knows how the three of you managed to fit on that bike, but you made it work! The guards couldn't exactly catch up in their cars, not when Deuce was dodging vehicles left and right to make this escape. Ace did take one final look back, sticking his tongue out at the defeated prince before you all disappeared around the corner.

Ace gives you his shoes, despite how oversized they may be. You complained about those glass shoes on you, and to 'shut you up', he's given you his runners.

When you make it back to Night Raven College and all the adrenaline has died down, Ace stays by your side the entire time when you explain the entire situation to Crewel and Crowley. He acts so nonchalant about things, even as you both walk all over the campus like groom and bride.

It's a rather odd sight; you in your wedding gown, and Ace right next to you as you both sit on the bench by the Great Seven's statues. Students wandering about at night had given both of you puzzled stares, but no one is ever surprised when they realize it's you and Ace, however.

"Wow, Prefect. Not even a thank you?" He glances at your slightly annoyed expression, throwing his hands up defensively in response. "I was kidding about the ogre stuff! Really!"

You could only roll your eyes at his words, huffing as you crossed your arms across your chest. When you refuse to speak, Ace sticks out his lower lip into a pout as he leans his head onto your shoulder. "Come on, don't be like that. Are you actually that upset about it?"

There is no response from you, not even a glance as your nose is turned away from him. Then Ace sighs, practically clambering over your lap just so that you are forced to look at him. "Prefeeeect, I said I was sorry! What? Do I have to kiss you to make me apology authentic?"

Only then do you look back at him with a raised brow, almost expectant. Ace blinks with surprise, a slight blush creeping to his ears. "For real? You're serious?" He exclaimed, much to your agitation. You sigh even louder as you shove him off your lap, hastily getting up to your feet to leave him behind.

"Wait! Prefect, I said wait!" You feel a hand on your wrist, twirling you back to face the redhead. Ace bites onto his lower lip, unable to keep the red from flooding his cheeks. "I really just said all that mean stuff to get the prince off your back, you know? I didn't think you'd take it so seriously."

And when he sees that smirk creeping up onto your features, he groans as he leans in closely into your space.

"Now look at what you've done! You had me all panicked over what?" You feel his breath tickling your lips, followed by the way his hands crawl up your neck to cradle your jaw.

"If you just wanted a kiss, you could've asked..."

[brights-place]

I’m thinking Floyd x Reader for Valentine’s Day, where, Reader really likes Floyd but is obviously too scared to say anything(like a lot of ppl would be with him…) because of the obvious fear he won’t like them back due to his nature of frequently changing his interests, and his mood swings as the added bonus.

Floyd, however, is also taking a serious liking to Reader but he doesn’t realize it himself, just following his instinct that Reader is really important to him, but both Azul and Jade can tell quite well that he’s not just “normal” about Reader. Reader is oblivious to his actions cause they think it’s normal, but they both are eventually given a slight push to confess by Jade and Azul, Azul does it more so for the sake of his business, but after that, then happily ever after…BOOM

WRITE IT OR DON’T, FEEL FREE TO CHANGE OR INTERPRET ANYTHING DIFFERENTLY IF YOUD LIKE :3

(Damn I yapped too much…and you totally don’t know me or have been talking to me…and we’re totally not moots…totally, and I’m definitely not MsCherub, like I’m definitely not her, she sucks <3)

[TWST] Floyd Leech X Reader

Warnings: Floyd Leech

A/N: Ah yes this def isn't my mutual sure sure... anyways FLOYD OUT OF ALL PEOPLE YEESH your a freakazoid... (I literally love octanivelle but I will take that to my grave) also I'M SO TIRED WTF DID I EVEN WRITE I THINK I HALF ASSED IT OMG CAUSE I WANTED TO TRY SOMTHING NEW THAT WASN'T HEADCANNONS Also like I think I dropped this on its head because I dont usually write You/your in first perspective only headcannons cause its short so this made me die IM SORRY ANYWAYS HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYBODY! If your like me and have nobody or are also like me who hates couples/J then YAY we can celebrate that together. I plan to be a menace to my friends relationships and make them pay for my food when we go out cause Yes anyways enjoy this and happy valentines day or whatever you celebrate!

Summary: [MC] has a crush on Floyd but they can't talk to floyd out of obvious fear for not only who Floyd is known as but aswell as the fear he won’t like them back due to his nature of frequently changing his interests, and his mood swings as the added bonus. Floyd, however, is also taking a serious liking to MC but he doesn’t realize it himself, just following his instinct that Reader is really important to him, but both Azul and Jade can tell quite well that he’s not just “normal” about Reader. Reader is oblivious to his actions cause they think it’s normal, but they both are eventually given a slight push to confess by Jade and Azul, Azul does it more so for the sake of his business, but after that, then happily ever after…BOOM

Being interested into Floyd Leech was already a warning sign from the start. Out of everybody you could be able to like it was somebody with a bad reputation for one of the many scary things in NRC.

Not only was your crush from Octanivelle one fo the shadiest dorms even if being dubbed A dorm based on the Sea Witch's spirit of benevolence but one of the Tweels a Leech twin the one who is known to be filled with mood swings and quick to loose interests faster then the speed of light could even react to was a crush YOUR crush. A huge mistake on your part not only for falling for him but for having Grim staring at you and shouting at you hitting you with a pillow for being a baffoon for falling for Floyd. The guy was unable to read along with the fact he and the other two in octanivelle had him work in soapy dishes how could you do this to him :O When Ace and Deuce figured out that well you liked Floyd they stared at you as if you got possessed by a demon even worse is the fact you were in ramshackle overthinking plotting every outcome every change every thing that could happen for better or for worse as Ace and Deuce 'helped' more like Ace was asking if you were mentally okay and Deuce awkwardly telling you that he supports your choices but floyd was unpredictable someone who could get bored of you easily.

Which always made them all wary since Floyd was getting close to you abit too much how he was close to you looking over your shoulder clinging to your body boredly calling you out and cheering when seeing you but when floyd isn’t in the mood he’d scowl even when he goes to find you. Nobody knows why but it scares the shit out of Ace and Deuce who were still trying to convince you that it might not be a good idea due to how unpredictable he is which you already knew.

Floyd leech was a person who was unpredictable always switching up and that fear knawed at your chest. His mood swings make it hard to predict what he'll say or do next aswell so the thought of him denying your relationship hurt but the other hand is if you did start to question what if he lost interest fast what if he wouldn’t hang around you anymore because you became Boring. Yet fear still lingered as your hands gripped onto a sheet of paper in front of you one of the basic ways of confessing yet the paper in your hands was something that you put effort into.

Recently through days you would have the letter inside your blazer pockets. Walking class to class passing in the hallway to head to the cafeteria where Grim, Deuce and Ace were.

You couldn’t help but keep your attention focused on the floor weaving through people shoes clacking against the tiles below mind rambling with thoughts.

Though today a certain twin eel spotted you head down headphones in and heading towards the cafeteria "Shrimpyyyy" you couldn't help but freeze when you saw Floyd wrap an arm over your shoulder bending down to your face as you let out an awkward chuckle greeting the male who made you tense tighter with his hand placing on your waist for a moment. You smiled towards the male who grinned lazily "Open your hand" you couldn't help but blink before opening your hand out to floyd who held your hands for a moment before he closed your hand into a fist before he plopped his chin ontop of your head as you opened your closed fist to see a pearl covered in a silver and gold mixed band that wrapped around it. A sound of confusion came from you as your eyes continued to lay onto the pearl ring "Ya like it?" your eyes snapped back into focus to floyd as you blinked nodding slowly "yeah... thanks" Floyd beamed before the two of you continued to walk together many students left the hallway trying to get away from where you two were standing. Where FLOYD was standing. Most people in school avoided the eel like the plague yet here you were close to Floyd who was rambling to you "So where we goin?" "OH I just plan to eat with Ace and Deuce" Floyd couldn't help but hum before looking away to the garden grinning to see a small pond before grabbing you and yanking you towards the direction "Sounds boring let's go there!" "EH?! FLOYD!" Even with him dragging you around you couldn't help but giggle at how he was dragging you around with a huge grin rambling to you. Clinging to you. Though Riddle would now seem to bolt out of the room. You have never scene the boy run so fast in your life not even in beanfest but when it came to Floyd? and now You he was gone in a flash because wherever you were Floyd would somehow appear. This would happen even more recently now he'd cling to your body threaten to squeeze someone and would drag you around with a lazily smile eyes staring at you. Unaware of Jade and Azul watching from afar with a fussing Grim who was trying to get them to leave you alone.

When Floyd got pointed out by Jade how he seemed to be getting very close to the prefect Floyd would shake it off until jade would mock his brother with a grin with how he's been doing mer courting and eel mating rituals. Floyd scoffed at Jade "Eh? Shrimpy and I are just friends" "Indeed so but what about how you two were knotted together one time when at the library?" "They were cold" "And when you yawned showing your teeth" Floyds eye twitched towards his brother as Jade continued "Dancing with Shrimpy in the sea at school hours nuzzling against them aggressively and Creating a pearl ring for them without knowing anything about jewelry, giving them scales, a tooth, along with-" Floyd was so close to tackling his brother in annoyance scowling as Azul even agreed how Floyd has been not going to many of his shifts but he didn't know the reason why. Floyd though soon realized that he may have been doing merfolk courting rituals. Though he didn't find it any change he still like shrimpy for being shrimpy so he continued to do what he did anyway even with a pissed off Azul trying to find him when he randomly disappears.

After that he’d keep approaching you with odd and sweet gifts. He'd hand you shells, metal, shiny items, and three times with someones tooth that he got... along with a handful of scales that you paled at awkwardly taking them. Floyd has never experienced the crush stage and he doesn't want to after all that's boring but hey he enjoyed seeing your little reactions.

The sound of clanking utensils, chatter and jazz filled the room of monstro lounge along with the wafting scents of different platters of food escaping the kitchen where a certain Tweel was cooking with an annoyed look plastered onto his face.

The male infront of the pan stopped what he was doing and turned his attention to a octanivelle student beside him who flinched. Floyds right gold eye glinting with his olive brown one “Oy… take my shift” he said leaving the pan and chucking the apron onto the students face causing them to flinch and let out a noise of confusion turning to try get their upperclassman to get back to work yet was met with the kitchen doors shutting as the student frowned “Thats so not fair”

Floyd trudged through monstro lounge passing Jades post where he was cleaning the glasses the other twin staring at his brother “Floyd leaving once more?” The male leaned against the counter grinning lazily “yeah I got bored” Jade let out a loud hum of acknowledgment smiling at floyd.

“Are you off to visit the prefect?” Jade questioned as Floyd moved lazily to his brother and grinned “Yeah I’m visiting shrimpy” Jade hummed closing his eyes and giving another grin “Well then maybe give them some of the chocolates to try out for monstro lounge that Azul has made for our valentines day menu” Jade placed down the glass he was cleaning to the side. Floyd let out a tired “Sure” before snagging one of the decorated heart boxes leaving monstro lounge door closing behind him.

The moment Floyd left Azul walked over to the bar where Jade was stationed “JADE! Where is floyd he’s on his shift and I usually wouldn’t care but were dealing with rush hour right now” Azul said fixing his glasses with a strained tone “Ah… He left to visit the prefect” “Again?!” Azul replied eyebrows furrowed biting his lip in annoyance at the amount of work that Floyd has recently been avoiding “Tsk… It seems we have to have a chat with the prefect so we can discuss why floyd keeps on leaving his shifts… such a hassle” Jade handed the octopus mer a glass of water that he drank quietly “How long do you think Floyd will last?” Jade questioned Azul causing his boss to look at him confused “With?” “The prefect… You know it I know it. It’s been quite entertaining to see the Prefect relax around Floyd, and Floyd being more affectionate in a way with the prefect infact last week he went to the beach and got them a pearl he was showing it off to me after he got it asking if I knew how to make it a ring” Azul’s face paled “He WHAT?!” Jade grinned behind his hand staring at him “Oh he mustn’t have told you” “FLOYD”

Floyd started heading over to ramshackle hands playing with the weird heart shaped box filled with sweets a look of boredomn on his face before hearing quiet muttering up ahead of a famillar person. You Floyd grinned to see you hunched over muttering to yourself while holding a piece of paper an envelope in your hands "Shrimpyyyy" You couldn't help but flinch snapping your head over to floyd while you gripped onto the envelope "Floyd!" You exclaimed eyes wide and body tense as Floyd grinned "Whats this" he said taking the envelope from you handing you the chocolate box "Oh yeah Jade and Azul wanted you to try those out... I think I just snagged one" he shrugged leaning beside you on a pillar as you awkwardly thanked him but tried to snatch back the small envelope in his hand that he lifted away from you grinning as he kept a hand on your head to keep you down. Floyd eyes wandered through the letter his teasing grin pausing as he had a blank face one that he'd use when he'd find someone annoying or boring eyes focused onto the sheet of paper in his hand. He slowly turned to you as you stared at him with sheer panic and shaky pupils "I- Just let me explain! just if you don't like me back thats fine completely ignore me just don't hold this against me ignore everything I said please-" Your rambling was cut off when you felt arms grab onto you swaying you around giggling happily with closed eyes "AHH SHRIMPY~! Your so stupid" he beamed squeezing you tighter in a bone crushing hug.

Later on you'd somehow find yourself dragged back into monstro lounge by Azul with Floyd appearing every now and then grinning at you. Unaware if you were dating or not but with how affectionate he's been getting recently after that gave your answer. Azul though would now have to start paying you to come to monstro lounge so Floyd doesn't leave to go find you more as he continued to complain about financial funds but hey you finally got to date a moray eel mer... who surprisingly clings onto you when you cuddle and sleep together chewing on your shoulder lightly while drooling. Bonus OF WHAT THE FUCKERY:

Azul: BOBBY (Floyd) ! Floyd: AAAAAGHHHH Azul: I just bought this imaginary festival. Now I want you off the roof Floyd: IM ON DRUGS Azul: The only drug you're on is loneliness [MC]: Is- is this normal... Jade: Mhm

[starshiningsirius]

I feel spoiled thanks Blue! CONGRADS on the 30 followers

CAUTION!: Slippery When Wet

Dead Dove Do Not Eat.

A/N: Mini event as a thank you for 30 followers. You guys are so sweet to me. So as a thank you, I will make you miserable.

tags: gn!reader, bullying, mentions of sui, poll at the end

“Jesus can you just chill out?” You fidgeted with the hem of your top between your tight fists. “You said it woul-” “Plans change.” Your ‘friend’ crossed her arms over her chest. Clearly annoyed with you. It was the last beach trip of the summer before returning to college. She excitedly made plans for the two of you to visit the ocean. You didn’t get out much. You hardly saw the sun unless necessary, or your ‘friend’ gave you delicate promises of a good time. Sometimes it went well, sometimes you felt like they just wanted brownie points for getting a hermit out into the sunlight. 

The issue now was the ocean trip was not just the two of you as promised. It was a group of five extra people who were running around the beach. Your bullies from the moment you started college and until the bitter end. They had made it their goal all of those years, to either push you to suicide. Or to at the bare minimum get you to stop going to the same school as them. Whatever came first. “They’re just really mean to me-”

“Grow the fuck up they are not mean to you.” Your ‘friend’ scoffed as she locked the car with her jingling keys and walked off of the hot tarmac and onto the path of sand. “They don’t like you because you act weird. Now come on.” She waved for you to walk behind her with wide eyes and a jerk of her head. You followed silently, suppressing the urge to sob. They are mean to you. Extremely mean to you. You dragged your brown sandals against the soft, warm sand. For a full seven days in the fall they would shoot fireworks at your dorm window all night until they were chased off by security. They poured spoiled milk down the back of your shirt one spring and would block your chances to leave school to change until the end of the day. Before the summer started one year, they had thrown all of your clothes out of your dorm room and into the hall. Taking your underwear and nailing it to different doors for everyone to see. One winter they collectively pinned you down in an empty classroom to take turns slapping you on the stomach until the skin was red and bruised. When you reported them, you were just waved off by the headmaster. You couldn’t recall ever doing anything to them to make them hate you. Maybe it really was just that you were weird. To them you were weird. 

The group had set up towels and colorful folding chairs in a small circle. A cooler was nearby filled with an arrangement of condensating pop cans, brown beer bottles, and a few water bottles that began to concave from the ice surrounding them. There were a total of seven chairs. Meaning they knew you were coming.

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“See that?” Your friend drunkenly slurred beside you as you turned the shimmering can of unopened pop in your fingers. The beer present in her breath made you cringe as you looked to where she had pointed. A large rock formation was on the far end of the beach. It looked like a beached whale with a wide gaping mouth. The tides were low, so the waves only gently brushed against the opening. “It’s hic Mostro Cave!” She laughed as one of your bullies chimed in, just as they tossed a match into the makeshift bonfire. “Oh yeah, a sea monster lives there.” They laughed as the others started to chime in. “They say if you go inside as the sun starts to set, the sea monster will grant you a wish. But only if you give it something.” One of the girls cooed. “Like what? Some hole?” One of the boys laughed and the group started to laugh. Your friend shook your shoulder, her beer almost spilling out onto your clothes. “Go get the sea monster!” She commanded with a laugh, and your stomach started to churn. The sun was starting to set. According to the little rumor the sea monster would show up about then. “Yeah, bring us back the sea monster so we can make a wish.” One of the girls commanded as they started to shoo at you. All six eyes locked on you now.

You were outmanned. Of course. “A-Actually I think me and-” One of the boys snatched your friend's keys from their spot in the sand and jingled them before your eyes with a wicked smile. “No sea monster? No ride home. Not that your loser ass has a license.” He laughed as they all waited and watched. You had two choices; sit and wait to get beat up. Or go wander into a cave for a while and hope they got bored and forgot. You rose to your feet with a frown. “... It’s probably just an octopus or something…” You muttered awkwardly as one of the girls cackled. “Then fuck it until it grants you a wish! Now go!” She threw her water bottle at you. It splashed against the sand and against the bare parts of your legs. You walked faster towards the cave.

Hopefully the beast that lurked among the lonely rocks and algae would be much kinder to you than the people that sent you there. It’s unfortunate how wrong you would be.

[smokesandsonatas]

malleus and idia 🌽 please! (also leona or floyd for the banger pls like have you seen those teef)

- Sure. One soft corn coming right up. -

Blowjob. Face fucking driven by jealousy.

Leona, Malleus, Idia, and Floyd x Reader.

Leona Kingscholar

Oh no, herbivore. You’re not a lion tamer so do not ever try to anger the King of the Jungle.

Leona is not one to easily get jealous. Envious, perhaps? Sure, though not so much. You see, everything is handed to him since he was born. If not for his older brother, Farena, he would be the future King.

He’s a Prince, for fucks’ sake.

But why does it seem like he always gets the end of the stick?

Leona growled, it pisses him off.

Tears stream down your face. Snot is coming out of your nose, your cheeks feels so stuffed as your throat feels raw. Yet the man you’re serving on your knees couldn’t give a fuck.

Leona looked down on your kneeling form, his gaze predatory. Beneath his long lashes are desire driven by blood and lust.

“Isn’t this the same fucking mouth, talking to others, hmm?” He growled as he yanked your hair up like you’re a mere ragdoll, “you damn near kiss that Octanivelle boy, if not for me catching you in the act.”

You cried, fat glob of tears streaming down your face, “No! No! I’m not going to kiss him, he’s just asking me questions, going near in my face. L - Leona, please… Uwah, I - I’m sorry…!”

Then you’re back on choking on his cock, his balls slapping against your chin, as your lips consciously parted.

Leona laughs, his taut upper body glistening with sweat. “So you really want this do you,” He huffs, his breath hot on your face.

Your eyes nearly rolled back inside your head. You can only feel Leona, his scent intoxicating you. His smell is so primal, his musk mixed with his natural aroma and sweat. It's driving you crazy. Especially since Leona had been fucking your mouth for the last hour or so.

You nodded your head pathetically as Leona brushed a stray hair away from your face, his thumb brushing away your dried tears.

“Swallow,” He commands, groaning as the sound deep beneath his belly grumbles. A choked cry tore from your throat as he thrust hard, your nose almost touching his belly button.

“Don’t waste a drop, or else you might regret it.”

Malleus Draconia

Oh, no. You poor little child of man.

Malleus is as stoic as the rock. His emotions are not worn on his sleeves.

We’re talking about a literal fae in here, one of the most powerful mages in the whole land. He's the future king of Briar Valley. Long may he live.

Malleus had his fair share of pleasures of the flesh. Fae Courtesans were brought to him by Lilia years ago. As evident by his long, lonely life. It is for experience, Lilia said. And Malleus just went with it.

But with you, things are much more different. So different in fact, that Malleus can feel himself turning crazy. The hot feeling of jealousy raging through his veins, his anger silently raging inside. It rattles him and annoys his very existence.

As such, the crowned Prince of the Briar Valley will not hesitate to make it known just how mad and jealous he is of what you’ve done. You see, dragons like him do not take kindly for anyone that's trying to take what is theirs.

For a straight week, Malleus had been ignoring you. That's what he did, lest he accidentally kill the Noble Bell College boy that's visiting you in pure rage. Purposely leaving when he’s sensing your presence. Making you realize how much you crave his presence and how much you missed him.

And so here you are, pathetically whimpering as you stroke his fat cock. Your tongue giving kitten licks to the thickest girth you've ever seen in your life.

But Malleus’ face is as blank as ever.

“Tsunotarou,” you sniffed, voice shaking as you continue to plant kisses on his throbbing length, “M - Malleus, I’m sorry…” tears started streaming down on your face, “I won’t hang out with those Noble Bell students anymore..”

“…” Malleus continues ignoring you.

“I’m sorry -” You whispered, cradling his cock as if its the most precious thing, and in one motion, swallowing him whole. But how foolish you are.

You started choking, spit drooling in the side of your mouth coating his cock thickly.

Finally. You’re rewarded with a groan from your draconian admirer, soon to be lover.

You started choking, shit. He’s much bigger than you imagine. The real thing is heavier, thicker, and bigger. Your eyes looks up at him through tears lazily.

Your heart dropped when you look at his expression.

Malleus’ emerald - eyes are blown wide. Dragon - slit of his irises boring into your face, his fangs glistening under the dim light of green fire. His tongue darts his lips as if you're his meal.

… Ah. He’s really a dragon.

With a buck of his hips, you choked once more, saliva dribbling down on you chin. The back of your throat, feels so stuffed so full. His balls are big, almost a quarter of your face. Malleus cupped your cheeks.

“Don’t stop, or I might not be as forgiving next time, little human.”

Idia Shroud

Your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when Idia roughly shoved himself inside your mouth. Your nose hitting his navel.

“ S - Shit, I’m so sorry…! But - but you shouldn’t pick normies over me…” Idia grumbles as he clumsily thrust back into you mouth. Your hands gripping his waist for support. You have no fucking idea just how big Idia, and your eyes for hazy when you smell him. His masculine musk mix with sweat. It's filthy, it's arousing.

You saw the way his eyes widen, “No, no, no. You’re not going to NTR me are you?” Idia whined, “I-I don’t like those plot…! Its much better when it’s just us together… No boys from Savanaclaw... They're filthy beasts!”

“I-Idia, wait..!” you stuttered, you don’t have room to breathe as to how much he’s frantically thrusting. You can only choke, spit wetting his heavy cock.

Idia looks down on you, his almost lifeless eyes, staring passively at your face, eyebrows drawn together. The gentle blue glow of his hair illuminates his eerie expression.

Your heart dropped to your stomach, of course, whatever he says, Idia is still possibly a descendant of Hades, the god of the underworld. Chills and goosebumps run along your spine as you saw the way he bared his pointy teeth.

“Don’t you ever try to choose someone over me."

Floyd Leech

"Shrimpy you don't happen to like that boring RSA merman, do you?"

By merman he meant the red haired merman prince that helped you once when you got lost near the Coral Sea. It just so happened that he was there and he saved you before a strong wave could take you away.

Floyd hovers over your lithe frame. With his height he towers above you. In this tiny cubicle, they call restroom, you can't feel anything but him.

You're supposed to answer, you're supposed to give a response. But when Floyd's cock stuffing your mouth you can't even form a proper reply.

Suddenly Floyd yanks your head down, making you take him deeper and you had to choke back on the tears and spit. Trying to take Floyd as deep as you can, to not irritate his bad mood further.

"Ah, fuck. Look at you Shrimpy! So full! Hahaha!" He laughs maniacally, then suddenly he leaned closer to you, whispering. His sharp teeth scraping your earlobe.

"Don't piss me off Shrimpy, or I'm gonna squeeze you till your human bones break, ok?"

[eclecticprincecollector]

Floyd Leech on roller skates

Floyd: Hey, guppy what are those things ya' have on your feet. Random guppy (scared): Huh!?...oh!these are r-roller skat-tes, s-senpai. Floyd( grinning menacingly): Hand em' over. In his office Azul(shivering suddenly): Jade...where is Floyd. part 2:

Might make this a series