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⼠Kisses With Savanaclaw
genre -> fluff
pairing(s) -> savanaclaw dorm x reader
warnings -> teasing, nothing much tbh
word count -> 425
summary -> kisses with the savanaclaw dorm
Leona Kingscholar | An Ear Kiss
âStop moving herbivore.â Leona growls into your ear, his arm getting tighter around your stomach. âLeonaaaa, I need to go to class! So do you!â You attempt to wiggle out of his arms. âI said stop moving.â He pulls you closer to his chest and lightly nips your ear. âLeona!â You attempt to smack his chest with your hand but he grabs it before you can make contact. He takes the his other arm and wraps it around your chest, making you motionless. âThere. Now stay quiet. Iâm trying to nap with my favorite pillow.â He says, going back towards your ear. You brace yourself for another nip but jump when his lips make contact. âLeona! You canât do that and then fall asleep!â
Ruggie Bucchi | A Kiss As Apart Of A Deal
Ruggie comes into his dorm with a tired sigh. Who knew that working for a lion beastman who slept all day would be this tiring? His ears catch the small noise of you rolling over into his pillow. âHehehe what are you doing here? Shouldnât you be at your dorm?â He laughed before making his way towards you. âMissed you.â You mumble to him. He laughed again before kneeling in front of you. âYou knowâŚI think I can let you stay here if you give me something..â You look up towards him and wait for his request. âI think if you give me a kiss, I can let you stay the night.â He closed his eyes and waited for you with his lips puckered. Rolling your eyes, you lean forward and connect your lips. âYâknow I was gonna let you stay but if you wanted one this bad, you couldâve asked.â
Jack Howl | A Smile During A Kiss
Jack had invited you to watch him work out, but you shouldâve expected him to use it as an excuse to show off. âHere. Then I use the fifty pound dumbbells.â Jack showed you the equipment. âOh? And you use these everyday?â You stare at him with a small smile. âYeah, everyday.â His face gets red and he brings one of his arms to his neck, rubbing it. You laugh before going over to him. âYou know you donât have to show off right? I love you all the same.â You nuzzle his nose against his. âI know but I like showing you that Iâm strong and able to protect you.â He whispered. âI already know that silly.â You say before connecting your lips together. Jack melted into it before smiling against your lips. Though if you look at his tail, youâd see it going at the speed of light.
#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#savanaclaw x reader#leona kingsholar x reader#jack howl x reader#twst imagines#twst headcanons#twst x you#twst x y/n#twst reactions#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland headcanons#twisted wonderland reactions#savanaclaw imagines#savanaclaw headcanons#twst fluff#twisted wonderland fluff#leona kingscholar imagine#leona kingscholar headcanons#leona kingscholar fluff#ruggie bucchi x reader#Ruggie bucchi imagine#ruggie bucchi fluff#Jack howl imagines#Jack howl fluff
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Ok so Iâm like fucked in the dome so this might only be funny to me but like yuu fucking a professor and then one of her classmates walk in. Like would they be interested or disturbed. Jealous maybe. Idk.
Lol, I suppose the general reaction would depend on the professor involved and the student walking in, but all the same I'm sure the professors would go to Crewel for any "memory erasing" needs. đ¤Ł
As far as student reactions, here's how I imagine some of them would go:
đšâ¤ď¸Riddle walking in would be absolutely mortified, you'll need to find a way to knock him out before his yells alert the whole campus. Cater walking in would be like "bet" then multiply into an orgy to join you.
đđŚMalleus would be simultaneously nauseated and curious, like, "Human mating rituals are so... intriguing..." Meanwhile Lilia is already in the room, hiding and watching from the rafters.
đŚđ¤Leona would walk in, then get annoyed and turn around like, "Well I guess I'm not taking a nap in here ever again..."
đđ°The octotrio already has video evidence and they're already using it as blackmail against you.
đŽđIdia immediately bleaches his eyes and vows never to leave his room again.
đšđRook is also in the rafters watching with Lilia.
#twisted wonderland#disney twst#twisted wonderland smut#night raven college#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland x mc#twisted wonderland reactions#twisted wonderland x yuu#twst yuu#twisted wonderland yuu#student teacher relationship#hot for teacher#night raven staff#teachers of night raven college#twst#answering questions#twst funny
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Pairing: Floyd x GN!Reader Genre: Fluff A/N: This is for @seajellyx for the Secret Santa Project held by @twstedsecretsanta. Happy Holidays, I hope you enjoy this small fluffy-fluff gift!
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At the call of your name, the large gymnasium is filled with the sounds of gasps and mummering. You stare up at the podium with your face permanently set into a look of utter shock, because thereâs no way that your name was just called.
Right?
The last thing you remember before spacing out was that the Christmas Royalties were about to be announced.
Itâs apparently a tradition here at NRC: a celebration thatâs a combination of what is a prom back on Earth and Valentineâs Day, where the popularly voted Christmas Royalties will have the chance to confess to their crush after being crowned â or challenge their rivals to a fight, for the less romantically inclined.
You always thought it was a ridiculous tradition. Especially when the chances of rejection and embarrassing yourself is ever present.
Youâd given a thought before as to who you would confess to â though youâd hope youâd never have to. There is always a chance considering you are pretty well-known amongst the student body, courtesy of your friendsâ overblot incidences and your magicless status.
And, as if the Sevens are playing a cruel joke on you, the student who had been called up to the podium first had been none other than your very own crush, Floyd Leech.
Youâd met Floyd after your string of bad luck had you paired up with him as an Alchemy lab partner for the year.
At first, you thought he would be a difficult person to work with. The idea formed itself out of your preconceived notion that he is the louder and more uncontrollable of the Leech twins, thus he would never get any actual schoolwork done.
You had only witnessed him spending his free time messing with other students â your friends included â outside of class, after all.
But you were pleasantly surprised when Floyd took the initiative to reach out to you first with an offer to help, especially when the homework load got heavier as the year went by. His assistance, of course, was exchanged for a couple tight squeezes â and heavily dependent on his unpredictable mood.
Sometimes, Floyd could also be a bit flirty. Heâd given you cheeky winks every now and then, or you would catch him staring at you in the middle of class with an unfamiliar glint in his heterochromic orbs.
Yet you thought nothing of it.
It was predictable of you to end up developing a crush on the man. It was a reality that your friends encouraged you to confess with the hidden hope that Floydâs squeezes will only be reserved for you from then on.
But youâd also threaten that youâd transfer over to RSA if Floyd ever found out the truth.
But now? Flyodâs answer to âwho would you like to call out to the stage?â was your name.
It was then that you began to wonder if all those times heâd been so cheeky in the middle of class was because he actually like-likes you?
âIs y/n here?â Riddle inquires into the mic again.
âThatâs you. Haul ass, pal,â your friend Ace whispers as he elbows your side to bring you back to reality.
âUgh⌠right,â you groan as you slowly stand up and make your way towards the stage.
Your body jerks in surprise when the overhead spotlight nearly blinds you, the bright light following your path exactly until youâre finally standing right beside Floyd.
âWell, this is quite the surprise,â you finally comment, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised at the taller man.
In typical Floyd fashion, the man reaches out and envelopes you in his arms. The squeeze he gives your body is much more gentle than normal. You manage to steal a glance at the man and return his wide smile with an amused one of your own.
âShrimpyyyy,â Floyd coos before clearing his throat and speaking more clearly right by your ear, âsorry for doing this in such a public setting, but you wouldnât pick up on any of the hints Iâve been giving you.â
âThere isnât much of a difference between the way you flirt and the way you treat your friends,â you chuckle, bending backwards slightly to properly look at Floydâs face. From this close, you can see just how red his ears have gotten â and just how handsome he looks dressed so formally.
âYou look marvelous, by the way. Not that you arenât always,â Floyd compliments you as if heâd read your mind and wanted to beat you to the punch.
The cheesy words cause your cheeks to start burning up and earns more than an earful of awâs from your briefly forgotten audience.
âThank you, so do youâ ugh,â you let out a short grunt when Floyd pulls you into another tight hug.
If anyone wanted to laugh at how silly you were making yourselves look, they didnât. But if you werenât busy trying not to suffocate in his arms, youâd have noticed how Floyd had thrown your audience a threatening look before they could even inhale.
âThanks, Shrimpy,â Floyd finally takes a step back and squeezes your cheeks between his hands, tilting your head back so youâd meet his eyes. âHow about a dance? Iâm kind of tired of these people staring at us.â
Your lips curve up into a grateful smile as you nod, âsure.â
âIâm guessing you already know why youâre standing up here with me, but I do like you, Shrimpy. As more than a friend. Iâd love to take you out on a date sometime soon.â
Itâs as if those words unlocked a cage filled to the brim with butterflies. They flutter around in your stomach, leaving behind beautiful hues of reds, oranges, and yellows; warm colors that remind you of the beacon of sunshine that is Floyd Leech. You find it ironic, considering heâs from the sea.
You canât hold back the grin that breaks into your face as you nod your head yes.
âWell, Iâm glad you said something first because I like you too. Idiot,â you stubbornly admit with a playful roll of your eyes.
âThatâs so cute! Congratulations!â Cater, whoâd been standing and watching silently on the sidelines, suddenly yells.
With his lead, the rest of the student body begins to clap and the large gymnasium is filled with the sounds of cheers. Floyd tugs on your hand gently, and you allow him to guide you down the stage and straight to the dance floor. Large clusters of students come along, with most of them throwing confetti over your heads.
Youâve never seen them so lively outside of a good Spelldrive Tournament.
It takes a few minutes for the high energy to settle down, but finally everyone begins to break off into their respective pairs or small groups of friends.
Floyd wraps his arms around your waist, taking the opportunity provided by the slow melody playing to pull you close to him.
âHi, Shrimpy,â Floyd beams, any signs and feelings of shyness already washed away.
âHey,â you giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck and begin to sway together. âYou sure know how to make a scene, huh?â
âIâm sorry, but you didnât give me much of a choice. I thought I was being pretty obvious about it,â Floyd huffs, his lower lip jutting out into a pout.
âWell, Iâm sorry too. For not noticing sooner,â you offer the man an apologetic smile.
Floyd hums for a moment before the mischievous glint is back in his eyes, âyou can make it up to me somehow.â
âDidnât I already agree to a date, sir?â
âBut thatâs different!â Floyd practically whines, and youâre surprised heâs not stomping his feet to match his tone.
You find him adorable, albeit a bit childish.
âI think I could get used to you being so cute,â you speak your thoughts aloud without meaning to. One of your hands moves to cover your mouth as you meet Floydâs widened eyes. âIâI mean⌠what do you want?â
âHow aboutâŚâ Floyd pauses before his eyes travel up above your heads. You follow his gaze up to find multiple mistletoes dangling from the ceiling, âbut only if youâre comfortable with it.â
Wordlessly, you place your arm back around Floydâs neck and gently pull him closer to you. Your faces are mere centimeters apart, just a breath away from your lips touching.
âYou know itâs bad luck to not kiss under a mistletoe, right? We shouldnât risk it.â
âNo, we shouldnât,â Floyd mutters before he makes the first move to close the distance between you two.
Your eyes flutter shut right as your lips meet in a chaste and brief kiss. You couldnât even hear the sound of your friends cheering from the top of their lungs over how hard your heart was beating.
âFloyd, donât forget about us forever!â one of the Octavinelle residents in the crowd yells dramatically once the two of you finally pull apart.
âI guess thatâs my cue to leave. Iâm sorry,â Floyd rolls his eyes at his friendâs antics, but doesnât let go of your hands despite his apology.
âIâll see you tomorrow anyways, donât look so sad to go!â
âYouâre right, but Iâll still kick their ass for interrupting our moment.â
You laugh and nod slowly, âI can get behind that.â
âThatâs my Shrimpy,â Floyd grins before planting a quick kiss onto your cheek. He finally lets go of your hands and takes a few steps backwards towards his waiting friends, ��maybe Iâll come find you again for another dance?â
âIâd love that. Iâll be waiting.â
#twst secret santa 2022#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst#twst x reader#twisted wonderland oneshot#twisted wonderland reactions#twisted wonderland imagines#floyd leech#floyd x reader#floyd x y/n#twst floyd
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I love every twisted wonderland writer a lot thank you. they are amazing. So everytime i saw them on my notifs i'm like
Love you all a lot guys đđŤśđ˝
#by.aychu#twisted wonderland headcanons#twisted wonderland memes#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland reactions#twisted wonderland x reader#SPECIALLY RIDDLE WRITERS UHM
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TWST end of ch 5 reaction part 1
They be talking like the show will go on. Are we not going to address the background?
Finally
HOW DARE YOU CUT IT THERE
Of course you would do that
Lol Malmal just havin a bit of fun
Vil fucked up Malmal, thatâs what happened. Mans lost his shit and tried to kashoot lil snow white outta this world
Makes sense, wouldnât want a place like this to be having outside casualties
Damn, he really wanted to go huh? It is probably his first invite so I can imagine why
Of course, we be besties
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I had a good look through everyone's least and most favourite foods, Rook is probably the only one who would enjoy Vegemite. And Grim eats everything.
#there might be a few characters who would acquire the taste#but I've seen enough 'trying vegemite for the first time' videos to know that these reactions are not far from reality XD#Vegemite sangas are always great#especially with cheese#and cheesymite scrolls?#fuckin *chefs kiss*#delicious#is my art#twst#twisted wonderland#jamil viper#floyd leech#lilia vanrouge#idia shroud#ace trappola#deuce spade#jack howl#leona kingscholar#kalim al asim#riddle rosehearts#ruggie bucchi#silver twst#malleus draconia#rook hunt#grim
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local octopus shot on sight
Bonus of said prefect:
#twisted wonderland#twst#my art#jamil viper#azul ashengrotto#implied#jamil viper x yuu#jamimayu#why is he not denying it though đ¤#how very interesting mr viper....how very interesting indeed#immediately went to finish this piece once i had my laptop back#its my turn to make this joke#hope the azul fans enjoy how i drew him i did my best to make him look as annoying as possible (salute)#hes quite literally the worst person to ask this question#so of course i had to pick him#me using anything as an excuse to draw more snakemil#edit: added a live yuu reaction
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My hunter, my poison apple, and my potato Prefect
#twisted wonderland#twst#vil schoenheit#twst vil#twst mc#twst yuu#twst oc#fanart#my art#please donât steal#please donât mind the pattern on Vilâs clothes#i know he kisses us on the cheeks but i prefer it this way#literally my reaction then i was so bewilded
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quick doodle before this meme dies
#twisted wonderland#jack howl#leona kingscholar#twst meme#twst shitpost#twst event#twst portfest#when i saw this and i immediately thought of ruggie and jack imagining leona's reaction to their performance during portfest đ#be NICER to your underclassman cat man or else#myart
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What do you think of Rook's savanaclaw card? <333
I didn't get him (and I need to save my keys for Silver's birthday, sob) so I looked up his groovy, and I'm not over how incredibly dramatic and epic and cool it looks in direct contrast to the absolutely ridiculous context. just look at that dynamic action and his majestic sparkling tears and keep in mind that this is pretty much right after a bunch of characters have been dance battling for his soul.
and then even the actual moment of the groovy is just like
this is NOT a negative in the slightest, I love it all, this truly was an incredible update in so many ways
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 part 8 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 part 8 spoilers#to be fair it's not COMPLETELY wacky there is actual drama going on#but that's inbetween rook's dream-vil and neige being totally hilarious at each other#'i shan't let you hurt this beautiful child!' 'vil no! if they were to harm your beauty i would be crushed by sorrow!' <- actual dialogue#also neige seeing vil as a mother figure. it's WONDERFUL and i hope real-vil never finds out because this would kill him#just like he killed neige multiple times in his own dream! :)#there was so much wild stuff in this update and not in the least was that the second time vil realized he was in a dream#his reaction was to KILL EVERYONE and cackle maniacally about it#god forbid a queen do anything i guess#anyway i also love the contrast between what i assumed savanarook would be like and what he was actually like#'he looks so wild...what kind of dangerous dream will this mighty hunter have...'#oh no he's actually just an adorable movie geek who is SO EXCITED to share his hyperfixation with us#somehow less intimidating than regular rook#and yet still a delightful little freak. his BEDROOM#the background artist went SO ham on it. truly the magnum opus of twst backgrounds#there are a bunch of little details it is SO worth zooming in on#(including a tiny little picture of che'nya! which...actually i think that implies rook may have stolen an rsa yearbook or something)#(that's our rook! /sitcom laugh track)
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⼠Kisses With Pomefiore
genre -> fluff
pairing(s) -> pomefiore dorm x reader
warnings -> bullying/teasing in epelâs, nothing much tbh
word count -> tba
summary -> kisses with the pomefiore dorm
Vil Schoenheit | A Kiss During A Scene
âAlright! Time to shoot the kiss scene and then weâre done for the day!â Walking up to the set where Vil stood was intimidating, knowing that in a few moments you would have to kiss him. It made your heart beat out of your chest. âAlright action!â Saying your lines that would eventually push Vilâs character to kiss you. When you finish, you wait patiently for Vilâs actions. He leans forward and connects your lips gently. Pressing down hard but not forcefully. When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected your lips. âCut! That was perfect!â The director shouts, snapping you out of your thoughts. The assistants take you to your trailer where you get ready for bed. Vil on the other hand was thinking about how perfect of an actor you were and he wouldnât mind playing the villain if it meant he got to kiss you.
Rook Hunt | A Forehead Kiss
âMon Amour!â You jump in surprise when Rook appears out of nowhere and presses a kiss to your forehead. âOh Mon Amour how Iâve missed you!â He exclaims with a hand on his chest. âRook, we were just in class. I just sat two people away from you.â You stare at him with a fond smile. âOh Mon Amour, if it was up to me, I would have you in my arms all day.â
Epel Felmier | A Kiss To Prove A Point
You could faintly hear some students tease Epel around the corner. You didnât want to interrupt and give them even more teasing material. âIâll prove it too you! I will!â You could hear the angry in Epelâs voice. âHey! Come here!â Epel calls you over and your eyes widen in surprise before you quickly make your way over there. You stand beside him and wait for what you were needed for. Epel got closer and closer before he eventually just pressed his lips to yours harshly yet loving. You just barely melt into it before he pulls away. âThere! I proved it!â He proudly exclaimed to the other students. They just grumbled before leaving. âSorry about that, I just need to prove something to them.â Epel explains sheepishly. Itâs silent for a moment before he breaks it again. âYâknow, I think I have to prove something else.â His cheeks are getting redder and redder. âI need to prove to you that I actually love you and I didnât just kiss you to get them away from me.â
#twst x y/n#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#pomefiore x reader#twst reactions#twst imagines#twst x you#twst fluff#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland fluff#twisted wonderland reactions#pomefiore imagines#rook hunt x reader#rook hunt imagines#rook hunt fluff#vil schoenheit x reader#vil x reader#epel x reader#epel x y/n#epel x you#vil schoenheit fluff#vil fluff
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Baby dragon đđź is in papa's office, lazing about in his little bean bag that he dragged beside the sunlit window.
đđź: *yawn*
đ: "My, what a big yawn! Are you alright, Mister Drowsy? Is our Lord of Eepers eepy?"
When you spend everyday with your modern spouse, you can't help but pick up a word or two from their vocabulary.
But his baby only side-eyes him for a whole five seconds, unspeaking. Then the boy sighs loudly, buries his snout in the bean bag, and dozes off.
đ:
He's never felt more judged in his life.
#this reaction image is permanently in my mind#you don't understand how his this is fine face kills me everytime i remember it for my headcanons#twisted wonderland#ventique rambles#malleus draconia
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Pairing: Azul x GN!Reader Genre: Fluff A/N: The reader in this is not Yuu. I went way too ham at 2 A.M. and ended up writing 11.6k words, so enjoy my descend into fluffy madness lmao.
Everyday life as a librarian is as mundane as you can get within the walls of Night Raven College. With the exceptions of the occasional ruckus caused by groups of college students â mainly Floyd â or Crowley coming to offer yet another deal that you canât seem to refuse, the library serves as a quiet haven for those who canât find it elsewhere; you included.
At first you werenât sure what you wanted to do here, or what you could do here. Youâd spent the last couple of months just cramming as much History of Magic knowledge as you could into your brain, simply trying to make sense of the new world that you were in, without giving much thought to how you could fit in if you werenât going home anytime soon. So, it comes to no surprise that once that was done and over with, you found yourself with way too much free time on your hands.
Itâs when youâre in the midst of a particularly rowdy lunch, that your friend Epel mentions a new job opening at the library on-campus. Heâd insisted that you apply, explaining that the library was in desperate need of someone that has competent knowledge of literature and you were perfect for the job.
You were hesitant at first, mostly because you were shy and quiet â especially in public settings â and thatâs why you gave up trying to befriend more people here. But Epel reasoned it wouldnât be too bad, or busy, at all because he would be helping you out. Plus, Vil told him that the practice would help him get used to speaking âproperlyâ. So, you applied for the position.
Now youâve found yourself working at the library for a little over half a year already, and Epel was right: working at the library wasnât all that difficult. While he offers to deal with inquiring students all day â just to save you the anxiety of having to do so yourself â youâre left to acquire, classify, and catalog materials away from their prying eyes.
Todayâs arrangement is no different.
Youâve just finished cataloging this weekâs new batch of books, and after carefully stacking them onto your handy-dandy book cart, you head over to the elevator to the second floor. The doors slide apart with a quiet ding! to announce your arrival before you push the book cart to the first set of bookshelves labeled âFiction: 001 - 200.09â, all the while nodding your head and mumbling polite greetings to the people you pass by.
Your hands busy themselves by putting the books into their respective spots, first alphabetically then by call numbers. Youâre halfway through your stacks when someone gently taps on your shoulder, causing you to jump in surprise before you turn around to see Epel standing there.
âUh⌠yes?â you ask, clearing your throat as you straighten up and fiddle with the hem of your sweater.
âCould you work the front today? Iâm exhausted,â Epel runs a hand through his hair as he sighs in exasperation.
You squint your eyes at him and try to figure out if heâs simply trying to trick you into socializing, but the way his eyebrows are furrowed and his jaw is clenched tells you otherwise. Rather reluctantly, you nod in agreement to his request, âI guess so. Are you alright?â
âYeah, I just didnât expect working at a library to be the same experience as working retail. Like, excuse me, we sent you the notification that your books were overdue. Donât yell at me because you didnât pay attention and now you have to pay the fees, sir,â Epel slams his hand down the top of a book as he emphasizes the last word, the loud sound making you jump.
Epel begins to shove books into the empty slots of the bookshelf, not truly caring if they belong there or not. You canât help but wince as you watch him do so, the feeling youâre experiencing is like watching someone try to drink soup broth with a fork: itâs just not right.
âOkay, Epel, Iâm heading to the front then.â
At this point, the man doesnât even hear you anymore; too busy in his own thoughts cursing at the disrespect heâs been shown and taking out his frustrations on the bundle of papers in his hands. You turn on your heels before you can change your mind and tell Epel to get the heck away from your precious books and make your way back down to the checkout counter on the first floor.
Itâs quiet for a Friday afternoon. Usually youâd expect a small crowd of students to trudge in, their backpacks heavy with textbooks and eye bags as dark as a cloudy sky. Sometimes you miss the days when you used to be like that too; even though it was difficult you made a lot of fond memories that made it all bearable.
You situate yourself on the worn-out leather office chair Epel usually occupies, the backrest creaking a bit too loudly for your liking when you lean against it.
Maybe you can strike up a deal with Crowley to get a new one later. No, scratch that idea â you never know what that man wants in return.
The computer in front of you is just starting to boot up when the entrance of the library swings open, causing your gaze to shift out of curiosity.
Your eyes land on the figure of an attractive young man dressed in the classic NRC school uniform, the purple ribbon secured to his left arm showcasing that heâs a part of the Octavinelle dorm. You canât shake the feeling that you know this man from somewhere, but you also canât quite put your finger on where.
Feeling eyes on him, the man turns his head towards you and gives you a polite smile when you make eye contact. You can feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment from being caught staring, and you avert your eyes almost immediately â opting to stare at the brightly lit computer screen instead.
âExcuse me,â the man calls out, and you think to yourself that his soft-spoken voice matches his angelic appearance very well.
âYes?â you answer after a few moments of silence, reluctantly glancing up.
As the man approaches the checkout counter, you canât help but to stare at him with slightly widened eyes and a thin-lipped smile. It must look like youâre in pain to him â in this case, your pain is just downright embarrassment â but you were always one to have your emotions and thoughts written all over your face, so you couldnât hide it even if youâd wanted to.
âIs Epel out today?â the man asks as he rests his hands on the counter and his eyes scan the space behind you.
ââEpelâ?â you echo your friendâs name, your expression quickly changing into one of confusion. âNo, he's here⌠why?â
âOh, no reason. Heâs just usually the one to be sitting here so I was just wondering,â the man chuckles while shaking his head, a finger pressed to the bridge of his glasses to keep them from moving.
âOkayâŚâ your voice trails off as you werenât sure what to say next.
Is it usual for Epel to make small talk with everyone? You have to commend him for being able to do that every day with who knows how many people when you can barely think of what to say to this one person. He must have sensed how uncomfortable you feel, because the man takes a step backwards towards the staircase with his thumb pointing over his shoulder.
âI'm guessing heâs upstairs, so Iâll go there,â he announces before giving you another smile, this one more unsettling than the last. âIâll see you later. Have a great evening.â
You wave goodbye to the man and give him a small, less awkward smile back, watching as he turns and speed walks up the stairs as if someone is chasing him. The smile doesnât leave your face even after heâs disappeared from your view.
âOf course he would see me later. He has to pass by the checkout counter to leave the library anyways,â you think as you focus your attention back to the computer screen.
On display is a website with the daily list of upcoming school events a.k.a. your number one resource of finding which areas of the school you should avoid like the plague. Your eyes spot a familiar name: Mostro Lounge, and you canât help but roll your eyes.
âIs there ever a time this place isnât up to no good?â you wonder aloud to yourself as you click on the direct link provided to learn more about the newest event.
If youâre being completely honest, thereâs no real reason you feel so negatively towards the Octavinelle restaurant. Youâd merely heard rumors from Ace and Deuce when they practically bet their livelihoods to the housewarden for good exam scores, and you decided to avoid the place on the off chance that you get suckered into another bad deal.
You stare at the screen for a few seconds once the browser finally refreshes before rubbing your eyes with your knuckles.
âNo way,â you lean closer to the screen while eyeing it in disbelief.
According to the webpage, the Mostro Lounge is holding a promotion for the next week and a percentage of the profits will be donated to the library. You scroll further down to see if there was any other information provided, stopping when a particular headshot catches your eye.
âNo way!â you repeat louder this time, your mouth hanging open from the shock that hits you.
ââNo wayâ what? Are you okay?â a familiar voice asks, causing your head to snap up.
You can only shake your head wordlessly as Epel approaches the checkout counter, empty book cart in hand. He pauses, an eyebrow raised as he questions you impatiently, âwell, are you going to tell me whatâs wrong?â
âTâ this⌠Epel, youââ you manage to stammer out incoherent words as you look back and forth between the screen and your friend, a finger pointed accusingly at him. âHave you made a deal with the Octavinelle housewarden?â
âWho, Azul?â Epelâs face is full of confusion when you mention the manâs name. âWhy do you ask?â
You shoot up from your seat and turn the computer screen around, and Epel leans forward to look at whatever it is you keep aggressively tapping at. Itâs only then that it crosses his mind that he hadnât told you about the deal Crowley and Azul had made.
âOh, right. So, uh⌠about that,â Epel starts off slowly, a hand rubbing the back of his neck while he tries to keep the guilt from showing on his face. Just like you, Epel has a hard time masking the emotion on his face. âAzul has apparently been complaining that thereâs a lack of useful books here during one of the Housewarden Meetings; so the Headmage agreed to allow him to choose our next couple batches as long as he pitches in.â
âWhat in the Sevens is a âuseful bookâ in his standards?â your eyebrows furrow in frustration, side-eyeing the endless shelves of books you spend every day organizing.
âBooks that will help him fulfill his end of his contracts, of course. Probably for potions like the one that he makes for Vilâs skincare,â Epel speaks matter-of-factly before he turns back to the book cart, humming a show tune while strolling away to the storage room behind you.
Leave it to Epel to be so nonchalant about anything and everything.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath to calm your heart that you didnât realize was racing from adrenaline, your body slowly sinking back down onto the office chair with a short creak.
Meanwhile Azul is on the second floor, leaning against the wooden railing as he observes you curiously. Of course Azul is aware of the reputation heâs built around himself: a man capable of granting any wish, though the price is steep. One should be wary when agreeing to enter a contract with him. With such a reputation, he would have expected you to know who he was as soon as he walked in, but apparently you never knew what he looked like in the first place.
Secretly, he likes that fact: thereâs someone who exists who doesnât merely seek him out for their own needs. Not that you were seeking him out in the first place, which also stings.
Azul, please make up your mind.
Azul smiles to himself as he pushes his body away from the railing, turning to eye the multiple bookshelves around him as an idea comes to mind. Since it didnât seem that you like to converse with strangers, heâll have to find another way to befriend you.
And so, half an hour later, he finds himself standing at the checkout counter, a satisfied smile on his face as he glances down at the stack of books in his arms.
âAre you ready to check out?â you ask, a polite tone to your voice, as you look up from the computer.
Your smile falters for just a second when you see Azul standing in front of you, the sight of the Octavinelle symbol filling you with a sense of dread.Â
Be nice, y/n, itâs not like itâs his fault youâre going to be working overtime for the next foreseeable future.
You clear your throat before shifting the chair around, your hands stretched out to take the books from Azul. He merely shakes his head and carefully sets the pile down on the counter before leaning side to side to make sure none of the books have shifted.
âHave a good day, y/n. Iâll see you tomorrow,â he lightly taps the top of the book pile with his fingertips, drawing your attention away from him and to the books before he steps out of the library.
You furrow your eyebrows, your lips curved into a frown as you ponder whether or not youâve told him your name yet. You decide that you must have, itâs just that your memoryâs getting worse as you get older. A sigh escapes your lips at the thought, your still outstretched hands pulling the books Azul left behind towards you so you could put them back where they belong.
âHeâs definitely not checking these back in; he wasnât even carrying any books when he came in earlier. But then why would he bring them here if he wasnât planning on borrowing them?â you think and eye the books curiously, your chin sandwiched between your fingers.
Hello, Sunshine by [redacted] Itâs a Beautiful Day by [redacted] Introduction by [redacted] Humans by [redacted] Peach by [redacted] How to Make Friends for Dummies by [redacted]
You furrow your eyebrows while thinking to yourself that Azul has â well, not strange â but definitely an interestingly wide taste in book genres. But the thought quickly goes away when you give the books a second glance, now wondering if the stranger was trying to give you a secret message through⌠book spines?
âHey, Epel!â you call out, not moving your gaze away from the books as if they might disappear if you look away.
âWhat?!â Epelâs muffled voice answers from the storage room.
âCould you come here for a sec?â
You hear the click of a door opening behind you followed by the shuffling of feet as Epel makes his way over to you. You gather the books into your arms before turning in the chair to face Epel.
âLook, look. Whatâs this?â you nudge the pile towards Epel.
âUh⌠books?â Epel crosses his arms before looking down at the items in your arms with an unimpressed look. âIs this some kind of trick question?â
You roll your eyes at his sassy tone and nudge the books even closer, âno, Epel. Someone left these here. Look at the titles.â
âHuh,â Epel huffs, eyes carefully scanning the titles as he's told to. âWhat about them?â
âIâm not sure. Is this supposed to be a message or what?â you canât help the impatient tone that creeps into your voice as you drop the books onto your lap.
Epel gently bites his thumb as he ponders it for a bit. Some of the students here did have some unconventional ways of communicating sometimes. That was apparent from the way Rook asked Epel for help with an Alchemy project last month: by sliding a heart-shaped sticky note under his dorm room door at 4 A.M..
âYeah, it could be,â Epel finally answers you with a shrug. âWhy donât you try giving them a response? The worst-case scenario is you got it wrong.â
And with that suggestion, Epel leaves you alone again; but not before giving you a, what you assume is supposed to be reassuring, pat on the shoulder.
âMaybe I should,â you think as you glance down at the stacks of books once more, a shy smile creeping onto your face.
âĽ
The next morning, you enter the library with a feeling of anticipation that you havenât felt in a long time. You spent a good chunk of last night thinking of how to properly respond to Azulâs message: should you use book spines like he did? Or perhaps try a blackout poem?
You decided on the latter but didnât have the heart to color inside a book or rip out a page. As a compromise, you wrote out a page of Azulâs first book on a separate piece of paper instead. And that paper is currently tucked into the back pocket of your pants, awaiting the right moment for you to pass it along to its intended receiver.
âGood morning, Epel,â you sing-song, almost skipping around the counter to give the man a hug.
âMornâ ah!â Epel yelps when he suddenly finds himself engulfed in your arms and he raises a hand hesitantly to pat your back, ânice to see you too? Someoneâs happy this morning.â
âI am, Iâm sorry,â you giggle, unwrapping your arms around the man before taking a step back, âcan you do me a favor?â
âDepends on what,â Epel hums, his eyes narrowing because he should have known you werenât being so nice for no reason. He watches as you shove your hands into your back pocket and pull out a piece of light pink paper folded into an origami peach fruit. His eyes cross when you hold it up a bit too close to his face. âWhat am I supposed to do with this?â
âCould you please give this to the stranger from last night?â you ask quietly while giving your friend your best puppy dog eyes.
He blinks, his gaze shifting between your face and the paper peach in front of him. He purses his lips before reluctantly nodding and snatching the paper out of your hands, âOkay⌠but I donât even know who Iâm looking for, so why canât you do it yourself?â
âYou know why,â your lips jut out into a pout while Epel shakes his head into his hands. âI canât be there to look him in the eyes if I was actually wrong!â
âYouâre actually hopeless, y/n. Maybe you should be meeting with Vil to work on your confidence.â
âIâll hard pass on that one.â
âSo, whatâs he look like?â
âFair-skinned. Beauty mark on the left side of his chin. Short, wavy grey hair. Oh, and Iâm ninety-nine percent sure heâs in Octavinelle.â
Epel peeks up at you from between his fingers, glad that his hands are hiding the shocked look on his face. Surely thereâs no way that youâre actually describing Azul Ashengrotto without realizing it.
Speaking of the devil, the entrance to the library swings open and the aforementioned man comes striding in with a certain loud eel following closely behind.
Your body automatically straightens as you shoot daggers at the tall man, âFloyd, please try not to cause a disturbance today â and please leave Riddle alone.â
âOh? Iâm afraid you have the wrong brother,â the man chuckles, fist coming up to his lips as he shoots you a polite smile. âSee the way this part of my hair curves to look like a âJâ? Thatâs the easiest way to make out that Iâm Jade.â
âOh, Sevens. Iâm so sorry,â your face begins to heat up in embarrassment once you take a closer look at the man. âI see you two so often, I canât believe Iâm still making that mistake.â
âNo worries at all, itâs a common mistake. Housewarden Riddle will be safe to study in peace today.â
âWonderful, then our heads are safe for today,â you place your hand on your chest and breathe a sigh of relief.
You then glance at the familiar man standing next to Jade with his hands nervously clenched together in front of him. You flash him a warm smile and a quick âgood morningâ before excusing yourself to the storage room.
No one within a five-feet radius could miss the way you waved aggressively at Epel as you walked away.
âRight,â Epel drawls once he hears the sound of a door click. He holds out the peach origami unceremoniously, his face screaming boredom when no one moves. âI believe this is for you.â
âMy, my, you have great craftsmanship, Epel,â Jade smiles again, leaning in to study the pink paper in the otherâs hand.
âI didnât make it, y/n did. And itâs not for you,â Epel rolls his eyes, shifting his hands towards Azulâs direction.
Azulâs expression is a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. First, surprise from you understanding the message he had conveyed from the books last night. He admittedly had never done something like that before, and didnât have enough time to go scavenger hunting for the right books.
Second, embarrassment from having been discovered in front of one of the twins. Thereâs no way this isnât going to reach Floydâs ears and heâll have to mentally prepare himself for a royal tease storm later.
Azul clears his throat and ignores the way Jadeâs eyes follow him curiously when he takes a few steps forward to grab the paper from Epel, âthank you for this.â
âI must have missed a couple chapters here,â Jade comments in amusement. âWould you care to share?â
âAbsolutely not, Jade.â
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Itâs not until Azul is in the safety from prying eyes of the V.I.P. room that Azul finally decides to read what youâve given him.
He picks up the paper peach delicately like it is his motherâs fine china, turning it over and over between his fingers to study your origami work.
Itâs a shame I have to ruin this, Azul thinks to himself as he gingerly unfolds your note. He stares at the long thick lines of black drawn on the page, mentally reading the words that were purposely made legible.
[illegible] Itâs nice to meet you, [illegible] You have [illegible] a beautiful smile [illegible] I like [illegible] your [illegible] books.
A few more lines of black.
Iâm sorry [illegible] Itâs a bit awkward, but [illegible] See you soon.
Azul rests his cheek on the palm of his hand, an amused smile appearing on his face as he re-reads your note.
âTheyâre certainly creative,â he mutters to himself as he follows the creases of the paper to re-fold your origami peach, ideas already popping into his mind as a feeling of anticipation similar to yours bubbles up inside of him.
Thus, begins your unique form of communication with the housewarden.
On the night the promotion is to begin at Mostro Lounge, Azul drops yet another pile of books for you at the checkout counter. His lips are curved up to a rare timid smile as Epel stares at him from his seat, âI assume these arenât for yourself.â
âUm⌠no,â Azul rubs the back of his neck, suddenly feeling a bit awkward.
âIâll make sure y/n gets this,â Epel canât help but laugh at the expression on Azulâs face as he slides the books closer to himself. âWhy do you look like that? Iâm not judging you.â
âI know you arenât!â Azul quickly retorts, his voice rising slightly in defense. âItâs just⌠I feel a little weird. Weâve never spoken more than a handful of words to each other, but now I'm getting excited to talk to them like thisâŚâ
Epel waves his hand in the air dismissively, âtrust me: even Iâm surprised at how things are unfolding between the two of you.â
âIâm surprised you havenât told them who I am yet.â
âIâm not doing it for you. Iâm just glad y/nâs finally opening up and making new friends,â Epel says plainly before sticking his tongue out at the older man. âNo matter how suspicious the new friend could be.â
Before Azul could question him further, Jade appears by his side, whispering into his ear that they will need to return to the lounge soon. Azul reluctantly excuses himself and follows his vice-housewarden back to the Hall of Mirror.
Itâs the busiest that youâve ever seen the library, watching from the safety of the opened door to the storage room as an endless circulation of people come in and out the door. In the crowd, you catch a momentary glimpse of Azulâs warm smile just before he left. The mere sight of it causes butterflies to flutter in your stomach and you tiptoe over to the counter where Epel is situated hoping to catch another glimpse of it.
You immediately hear a soft shuffling sound coming from beneath you and it causes you to look down. There lies yet another stack of books, and you give Epel a questioning glance though his eyes remain glued to the scene in front of him. Did he expect you to put these back? Right now?
When you bend down to grab the books, you almost want to facepalm yourself for being such an idiot. Because there laid yet another message from Azul; this one shorter than the last.
The Sun Says Hello by [redacted] Thank You by [redacted] You Are Beautiful by [redacted] Look Below by [redacted]
Look below? you think before following the instructions and literally looking down, but only seeing your feet. Of course, thatâs not it. What aboutâŚ?
You lift the pile of books off the table, a grin appearing on your face when you see a folded piece of paper where the books once were. You glance over to where you last saw Azul and canât help but wonder if this is how the characters in romance novels felt; the nervousness of passing each other a new secret message, the anxiety of wondering if theyâve said the right thing, the excitement of awaiting a response, and the exhilaration of the whole process.
You gently pat your warming cheeks with your hands and snap yourself out of your brief thoughts. With a shake of your head, you take the note and make your way back to the storage room before closing the door behind you.
âYou need to get out more,â you say aloud to yourself, referring to your ridiculous thoughts of comparing your humdrum life to a romance novel.
You click your tongue in disapproval, your hands busy unfolding Azulâs note to read the contents written inside.
Y/n, Iâm sorry if this was too corny. I didnât want to make you uncomfortable by approaching you directly. Thank you for your response, I really wasnât expecting it. You guys have so many books here that itâd take a long time for me to find the ones I need to send another book spine message. I mean, not that thatâs a bad thing! I hope you donât mind a good old fashion letter though. Why donât we share quotes from our favorite books instead? That way I don't have to trouble you and make you put back the books I took. Iâm curious to know what kinds of literature you like to read. Iâll go first. âHe stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.â Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy - Azul Ashengrotto
You feel like your eyes are going to pop out of their sockets from how suddenly they grew wide, âWhaâ you mean, like, the Octavinelle Housewarden Azul?!â
âĽ
A few weeks pass by with more than a handful of letters being exchanged between you and Azul; though, truthfully, you were tempted to stop your correspondence once you were aware of Azulâs identity.
âEh, why? Did he say something wrong?â Epel had inquired when you came to him for advice once again.
âWell, no, but he did put Ace and Deuce into a predicament, soâŚâ
âThey kind of had that coming for opting to cheat instead of just studying like we did.â
âYou sound just like Jack.â
âIâll take that as a compliment. What else?â
âUh, because of the dang promotion heâs doing, weâre going to be a lot busier than usual.â
âY/n. We work in a library â located on-campus, might I add. And itâs almost finals season,â Epel looks about ready to throw a book at you so maybe thatâll knock some sense into you.
âOkay⌠but what if this is just a ploy to get me to sign my livelihood away in some contract?â
âAzulâs a straightforward business man. He definitely wouldnât be wasting his time like this just for a contract.â
You paused and thought through Epelâs words for a moment. It did make sense: why would Azul be spending his precious free time to entertain you in this way if he couldâve simply approached you with a salesmanâs pitch?
You felt guilty for immediately assuming that his intentions were bad. Afterall, your only experience with the man outside of this long exchange was from word of mouth. Not to mention that his restaurant promotion was beneficial to both the library and the students.
âOkay, you may have a good point. Several good points, in fact,â you sigh in defeat.
In the beginning, both you and Azul had to badger Epel to pass along secret letters to the other person; and the requests were almost always followed with a look of utter displeasure.
There was more than one occasion where Epel was tempted to just lock the two of you inside the storage room until you would eventually talk.
Luckily for all three of you, he never had to resort to that.
There eventually came a point when you felt comfortable enough to approach Azul first, and he would always welcome you with a heart-stopping smile; one that would leave your cheeks feeling warm and catch your words in your throat. If the man knew the effect that he had on you, he was certainly gracious enough not to show it.
In his free time, Azul likes to stroll around the library with you. While itâs usually in a comfortable silence, heâll sometimes ask you to elaborate on things from your last correspondences.
Other times, heâll ask you to proofread his contracts or ask for your ideas on how he can improve sales at Monstro Lounge â things he usually either did himself or asked for Jadeâs assistance. You always tell him that youâre not qualified enough to give him such advice, but he always insists anyway.
Just like that, you learn more about each other and your tastes in literature than you would have with anyone else.
Today Azul arrives at the library just as youâre finishing up your afternoon tasks. You rush over to the checkout counter as soon as you see him come in, the warm, welcoming smile on your face immediately lifting his spirits.
âHi, Azul! Welcome back,â you call out to the man, waving at him with your free hand while the other is clutching a clipboard full of inventory paperwork.
âHi, y/n,â Azulâs lips quirk up into his signature sweet smile that doesnât betray the quick beating of his heart. âHow was your day?â
âTiring⌠but I kind of like seeing the new faces around here so I donât mind that trade-off,â you answer, referring to the influx of students scrambling to prepare for finals at every available corner of the building.
âIâm glad that youâre starting to warm up to strangers,â Azul chuckles, his hand reaching out to gently ruffle your hair. You stare up at Azul with widened eyes, and he stares back with his hand slightly trembling; clearly you both are surprised by the affectionate gesture.
Azul suddenly clears his throat, breaking you both out of your momentary trance as he pulls his hand away. Even if he didnât plan on showing his affection as such, he couldnât deny that heâs started to develop romantic feelings for you.
That's why he came today, so he could finally ask you something that heâd been delaying for the past week or so.
âSo, anyways,â Azul starts, and you can hear the subtle tone of nervousness in his voice.
You watch with furrowed eyebrows as Azul slips a strap of his backpack off his shoulders and unzips the largest pocket. After a few seconds of digging around, Azul finally flourishes a handful of books that he holds out towards you with the spines purposefully facing away.
âWhatâre these for?â you ask curiously, though you donât wait for an answer before taking the books from Azul and clutching them to your chest. âAre we going back to book spine messages now?â
âYeah, I hope you donât mind,â Azul nods in confirmation before shrugging his backpack strap back on. He presses his lips into a thin line, eyes fixed to the floor beside you and cheeks a rosy tint as he asks, âum⌠Iâ Iâll get a reply before I leave today⌠right?â
âOf course, thatâs been our routine for a while now,â you giggle as you find it quite adorable how shy Azul suddenly got, even if you donât know the reason why yet.
âIâll be waiting then,â Azul flashes an uncharacteristic half-smile before heading up to his usual writing spot on the second floor.
Although Azul seems to be acting strange today, you think that maybe heâs had a difficult time convincing Floyd to study today and has a headache. You roll your eyes at the thought while shaking your head and mumbling, âIâll squeeze that eel twice as hard the next time I see him.â
With a loud sigh, you make your way around the checkout counter and plop down onto Epelâs vacant office chair with a familiar loud creak. You wince, bowing your head apologetically at the few people who turned towards the source of the sudden noise that disturbed their peace.
Once their attention is averted back to whatever they were doing before they were so rudely interrupted, you turn your attention back to the books Azul handed you earlier. The last time he gave you something like this was when he asked to start exchanging letters instead; so, youâre curious as to why he suddenly decided to change his method again.
You place the books on the counter in front of you, your clipboard and paperwork long forgotten underneath the stack.
Friday Nights by [redacted] Dinner Recipes by [redacted] Together by [redacted] If Youâd Like To by [redacted]
You stare at the books with a dumbfounded expression, not wanting to jump into conclusions about its meaning; but what else could it mean besides Azul Ashengrotto asking you out to dinner this Friday night?
It suddenly makes sense why he was acting kind of shy earlier.
The thought makes you feel warm inside, and you have to hide the wide smile appearing on your face behind your hands.
You donât want to wait until Azul leaves tonight to give him an answer, and you make up your mind almost right away to tell him your answer verbally â mostly because your brain is not comprehending whatâs going on well enough to function properly and think of a creative response to his invitation.
You shake your head while patting your cheeks rather roughly, getting up from your seat carefully to not make any more unwanted noise.
Your feet rush you up the stairs to the second floor before you can talk yourself into chickening out, before you can change your mind, beforeâ
The sight of Azul makes you stop in your tracks, your heart hammering wildly against your chest. Was it from seeing the person that you adore, or was it from the sudden rush of adrenaline? You honestly canât tell anymore.
Azul is hunched over a short pile of papers â the lack of paper balls around him makes you think that heâs at least got a good start to his studying session â his cheek is resting against his fist as the other hand is busy writing away. His eyebrows are furrowed in utter concentration, so much so that he doesnât even realize that his glasses are slowly sliding down the bridge of his nose.
You quietly make your way to the chair across the table from the man and settle yourself down onto the wooden material with your eyes still fixed on him. Youâre not sure if itâs just the harsh lighting of the library or you werenât paying attention earlier, but you can see faint dark circles under his eyes.
âArenât you sleeping enough?â you mumble, though Azul still doesnât hear you. Your hand reaches out without you meaning to, your fingertips gently brushing aside the locks of hair that were starting to cover Azulâs eyes.
This finally gathers his attention and the man jolts in surprise, his eyes wide as his head shoots up to see you sitting across from him.
You canât help but giggle at how adorable Azul looks, pulling your hand back to cover your mouth as you do so, âIâm so sorry. I didn't think you could get so focused in, like, five minutes.â
âOhâ Iâ yeah, sorry,â the man snaps back to his senses before his hands are spread out to cover whatever heâs written â not that he needed to. You wouldnât have peeked anyways, and you both know that well enough: youâd never look unless he asked you to. âDid you need something?â
âHuh?â you question before cursing yourself mentally, because just a fleeting look at Azul could make your mind go completely blank. You quickly shake your head before Azul could elaborate, âno, no! I just⌠I'm saying yes. To your, uh⌠invitation.â
âMy inviâ oh,â Azulâs mouth forms a small âoâ as he realizes what youâre referring to; and just like the first time you gave him a response, heâs caught by surprise.
To be honest, he was mentally preparing himself for rejection. Lack of self-confidence aside, he wasnât sure if you felt the same way he did; whereas he ended his letters with quite corny quotes from romance novels, you missed his hints and always ended yours with quotes from novels in any other genre.
âIs that⌠okay?â you ask hesitantly when Azul doesnât say anything else. You can feel your entire body starting to feel warm from embarrassment, the thought that you must have misinterpreted his words hitting you like a brick.
âYâyeah, of course!â Azul answers a bit too quickly, and the more time passes by, the wider his smile gets and the redder his ears turn. âIâm the one who asked, why are you asking if itâs okay to say âyesâ?â
âI thought I misinterpreted,â you confess after releasing the breath you were anxiously holding in.
Azul chuckles and places his hands on yours before giving them a reassuring squeeze, âIâm sorry, I was caught off guard. But thank you for agreeing to go out with me.â
âI wouldnât miss it for the world,â your cheeks begin to burn as the clichĂŠ phrase leaves your lips. âbut um⌠where are we going? Are you actually going to cook dinner?â
You donât doubt that the man probably has skills in a kitchen. He owns a restaurant after all, but youâve never visited before so youâre not sure who actually does all the cooking. Azul merely runs his thumb and index finger across his lips in a zipping motion.
âItâs a surprise!â
âĽ
The next few days follow in a blur of excitement and expectancy. Youâve tried to ask Azul multiple times for even just a hint of what your plans would be for Friday night, but he stays true to his word of keeping everything a surprise.
So, come Friday, you decide to dress comfortably with a pair of straight leg jeans and an oversized, lilac-toned sweater. Itâs simplistic, but when Azul comes to pick you up at the library that night, it seems that the two of you had unintentionally matched â though his sweater is slightly darker in color.
When you first see each other, you point at one-another as if you were the infamous Spider-man meme. Small bursts of laughter leave both of your lips as you decide to make the first move and reach out for his hand.
Without his gloves on, you can feel how clammy Azulâs hand is from nervousness. You donât mind it very much though, his hand is still very soft and warm and comforting to you.Â
âAre you ready?â Azul asks, daring to give your hand the tiniest squeeze.
âUh, as ready as someone can be when they donât know where theyâre going.â
Azul chuckles as he nods, âokay, fair enough. Itâs nowhere bad, I promise. Iâm not a serial killer.â
âThat sounds exactly like what a serial killer would say in a mystery book, but Iâll trust you.â
âYou read way too many crime books,â Azul comments, thinking back to the quotes youâve written to him in your letters.
âIâd like to say Iâve broadened my horizons just a little bit. Though I never wouldâve taken you for such a romantic,â you tease back, smiling sheepishly when the man chokes on his own spit at your words.
âIâ uh, Iâm most definitely not,â Azul says defensively between coughs, his cheeks reddening though you arenât sure if itâs because he choked or because heâs actually feeling shy. âItâs just research for my, uh⌠contract work.â
âSure, sure. Whatever you say,â you chuckle, rubbing the manâs back with your free hand until he ceases to cough.
The rest of the walk is blanketed in a comfortable silence, your gaze fixed on the fairy lights decorating the exterior of the school buildings. Once the lights have all but disappeared, your initial thought is that the dark hallways really donât help Azulâs claim of not being a serial killer. If itâs true, then at least your last sight would be of a handsome man.
A few more minutes pass before you finally set foot inside the familiar Hall of Mirrors, Azul slowly guiding you to the mirror that connects to the Octavinelle dorm.
âYouâve never been to the Mostro Lounge before, have you?â Azul asks when he sees you staring apprehensively at the mirror.
âNo, I havenât.â
âItâs my pleasure to accompany you on your first visit then,â Azul smiles with a hand on his chest. âHopefully, youâll enjoy your time tonight so you can come visit again in the future.â
âIâm sure Iâll enjoy it since Iâm with you, but will the tweels be there tonight? I can only imagine the amount of teasing weâre going to be enduring soon. Not that I mind!â you quickly add before Azul can take that as a sign to cancel.
âHah, I thought about that too,â Azul mutters, two fingers rubbing circles on his temple as if to fight back an oncoming headache. âButâŚâ
âBut?â you tilt your head curiously, prying when Azul refuses to make eye contact with you.
Azul takes a deep breath, mentally willing himself to say possibly the cheesiest thing heâs ever said in his life, âbut I donât mind suffering just a little bit if youâll be by my side.â
Now itâs your turn to start choking on air. Yeah, he definitely reads way too many romance novels.
âĽ
When you finally set foot inside the Monstro Lounge, it isnât quite as busy as you had anticipated it to be. There are just a handful of patrons sitting around, mostly chattering amongst themselves and only momentarily stopping when you and Azul pass by.
Itâs peaceful, and you have to wonder why Azul prefers to work in the library as opposed to here. And well, to be fair, itâs only this âslowâ tonight due to Azulâs own doing. Ah, the sacrifices on profits he has to make for love.
You place your hand in Azulâs outstretched one after you enter the lounge, shy smiles on both of your faces as you allow him to guide you towards the kitchen. You donât even notice that Azul hasnât let go of your hand when you bump into Jade and Floyd.
âOh, my, what a surprise to see you here, Azul,â Jade calmly says as he bows his head, âand y/n is here too. What a pleasant surprise. Good evening, y/n.â
âOhhhh? Azul, you didnât tell us you were bringing over a date tonight,â Floyd grins mischievously, only a second away from springing forward to squeeze you if Jade wasnât holding on to the back of his shirt. âAnd itâs the dolphin from the library. Hi, dolphin.â
âHâhello,â you quickly greet the two men, your hand grasping Azulâs tighter in fear of an oncoming squeeze, âI hope weâre not intruding.â
âNot at all. I already told Jade beforehand that we were coming, so weâll have the place to ourselves in a moment,â Azul answers you, his free hand adjusting the bridge of his glasses. âPlease spare me that shocked look, Floyd. You know youâre the last person I would inform of a date.â
âAw, Azul, youâre a meanie! I wouldnât have teased you that much, I swear!â Floyd huffs and pouts.
âI can hardly believe that.â
âNow, now, Floyd. Letâs leave the lovebirds alone,â Jade coos, patting his brother on the back before slowly pushing him towards the direction you had just come in from. âHave a wonderful time, y/n. Azul.â
âYouâll be hearing from me later,â Floyd grumbles, pout still very apparent on his face while he reluctantly follows his brother out the door.
With their departure, the kitchen falls eerily silent, safe for the quiet hum of the commercial freezer in the corner. Azul silently lets go of your hand and dares to place a hand on the small of your back instead as he guides you deeper inside.
Youâre not surprised by how impeccably clean the kitchen seems to be, surely Azul checks in often to ensure that everything is up to his standards and beyond. But what you are surprised by is the sight that greets you when Azul finally opens a door at the very back of the kitchen.
Youâre greeted by the afternoon sunlight streaming through a window that doesnât seem to belong in an underwater dorm. But thereâs no way that you could be hallucinating the sight in front of you.
In the middle of the room is a long, wooden farm table with about four mismatched wooden chairs encompassing it; the wide window sill you saw first is showcasing several small pots that are homes to what you assume to be herbs and vegetables.
Azul notices your awe-filled gaze and retracts his hand, allowing you to roam around the room freely while he heads back to the kitchen to check on tonightâs dinner â courtesy of Jade. The acoustic in the room allows for your voice to be heard loud and clear though youâre technically in separate rooms.
âI didnât know that they have rooms like this in the Coral Sea,â you say aloud, the tone of your voice conveying that your statement is serious.
âWe definitely donât,â you hear distant Azulâs chuckle and you can mentally picture the kind of smile the man has on his face at the moment. âThat room is typically used as storage, but I borrowed a magic projector from Vil a while ago to make it look more home-y for you.â
âIt certainly does look like homeâŚâ you say to yourself as you slowly take in your surroundings more carefully.
Youâre not sure how Azul would know it himself as youâve never talked to him about it before, but the setting before you â brought by a magic projector or not â does remind you of the dining room from back home. Itâs been so long since youâd last seen it that youâd almost forgotten what it looked like.
Itâs a kind gesture that brings tears of joy and nostalgia to your eyes.
âThank you, Azul, this is really thoughtful of you. I donât have anything to give you in return right now, but⌠what is it that you wish for, Azul?â youâve made your way towards the kitchen by now, your shoulder leaning against the doorway as you gaze at the man with a look filled with curiosity.
Azul glances over his shoulders to look at you, his lips curving up into a soft smile as he shrugs, âif I tell you my wish, then it wonât come true.â
You fold your arms and hum in response, âokay, fair enough. I thought you were going to say âworld dominationâ.â
âThatâs such a plain wish, but I bet younger me wouldâve wished for something just like that,â Azul laughs aloud at himself before shaking his head, âI think nowadays my wish is to be more confident in myself and my own abilities.â
You nod in understanding as you recall the brief stories he would share of his childhood. It seems that Azul has gone through so much in a short amount of time, but heâs also changed so much since then.
You walk over to the man and place your hand above his own, the steam from your dinner eventually warming your hand and dampening them as well.
âI think youâre doing a wonderful job right now, and Iâm very proud of you,â you smile fondly at Azul, causing his eyes to widen in surprise and his chest to tighten as if he may burst into tears at any moment now.
âTâthank youâŚâ itâs the first time someone has said anything like that to him before, and heâs not sure how he should respond. Right now, heâs only focused on making sure his face isnât turning as red as Riddleâs.
âOf course! Iâll remind you of that as often as youâd like!â
Just as quickly as his expression changed before, Azulâs face brightens up once more at your response. He turns on his heels, his arms balancing a variety of plates packed with food. You reach out to help alleviate the burden on his arms, but he moves his arms away from your reach before leaning down to get to eye level with you.
âThen I have even more of a reason to be grateful, right? We got to meet each other, and my wishful thinking⌠may not be such after all.â
Your features crease into a look of confusion at the manâs unexpected words, but when you gaze into his dark grey orbs you can see the sincerity in them.
Unknowingly, the space between your faces starts to become smaller and smaller. Azulâs gaze shifts between your eyes, then your lips, then back up again. But before anything can happen, as if the universe is playing a joke on you, a plate in Azulâs arm shifts ever so slightly and causes the two of you to jump apart.
A rather awkward laugh makes its way past your lips and you hurriedly reach out to grab a few plates from Azulâs arms before he can protest. You donât say a single word as you set the plates down onto the farm table, your mind too busy screaming a million incoherent thoughts, and Azul follows suit.
âIâm so sorry,â Azul is the first to break the silence once youâve taken a seat diagonal to each other, on either side of a table corner.
âWhat? Donât be sorry,â you shake your head while simultaneously waving your hands. Your fingers slowly curve into loose fists that you rest atop your lap, the small smile on your face mirroring Azulâs own.
âDo you⌠know why I asked you out tonight?â Azul hesitantly asks, a quiet sigh leaving his lips when you shake your head ânoâ. âWell, itâs just that I realized that weâve spent most of our time together in the libraryâ well, in fact, I have never seen you outside of the library. It finally occurred to me that I might be making you feel like you donât matter outside of that space. Which you do!â
âI donât feel that way thoughâŚâ you try to reassure him, but it seems like your words only enter one ear and exit the other as he continues to speak.
âIâve truly enjoyed exchanging all those letters with you and being able to connect through our shared love for books. But, if you donât mind, Iâd like to start seeing you outside of that too.â
It doesnât take you long to process the situation and, to your utmost surprise, your heart isnât hammering in your chest like you think it should. Instead your entire body feels comfortably warm and you have the overwhelming urge to embrace Azul.
At this point, youâve garnered enough courage to do just that.
You stand up and quickly make your way over to him, your arms immediately wrapping themselves around Azulâs shoulders while your face hides in the crook of his neck. It takes a moment for him to respond, but Azulâs arms eventually find their place around your waist to press your body firmly against his.
âYouâre such an idiot, Azul,â you mutter after what feels like an eternity has passed.
Your words cause the manâs lower lip to jut out into a pout, and he leans back ever so slightly so he can look at your face; you almost whine when the warmth of Azulâs body leaves you.
âWhy am I an idiot?â Azul inquires, a hand moving to tuck loose strands of hair behind your ear.
âBecause⌠if I really felt that way then I never would have kept reciprocating for so long. It doesnât matter if we spent all that time in one place because it never got boring or tiring with you around,â you pause to flash a fond smile at Azul. âAnd even now, Iâm having the time of my life just being here in your presence. Is that too corny to say? Itâs the truth though.â
Azul chuckles in amusement while shaking his head, âitâs not corny. I think.â
Itâs the first time that youâve been so straightforward without getting flustered, and heâs not sure where your sudden courage came from.
Not that heâs complaining about it though.
When you two first met, you could barely hold a conversation with him for more than a minute. While he did feel a pang of disappointment every time, he never took it personally â especially not after seeing you interact with other students in a similar manner.
You caught him off guard when you finally approached him first, weeks after your first correspondences, though your cheeks were permanently warm while you tried your best to converse with him.
He found you adorable, like a newborn seal pup being introduced to the world for the first time.
Azul has always enjoyed your company since the beginning, whereas heâd prefer to be left alone to work in the past. But then he found himself going back to the library time and time again, until it became a regular occurrence.
He admittedly never got a lot of studying done when he was at the library â at least, not at the times when he accompanied you on your daily runs to shelve book returns.
Azulâs still not sure when his feelings developed beyond those of curiosity and friendship.
Perhaps it was when you could finally meet his eyes and hold contact, allowing him to gaze deep into your eyes that always seemed to sparkle with light and joy.
Or perhaps it was when he told you a dad joke so bad that it actually made you burst into a fit of giggles that left you breathless â the mere sight of you smiling gleefully tugging at his heartstrings in the best way.
Regardless of the when, where, why, and howâs, Azul is certain of his feelings for you.
âI wonder if this is how Benedick and Beatrice felt when they finally agreed to marry,â you comment, breaking through Azulâs thoughts.
Azul nearly snorts at your remark, âBâBenedick and Beatrice? You mean the ones from âMuch Ado About Nothingâ?â
âYeah⌠why?â
The man laughs after your confirmation, your cheeks being partially squished between his palms as he brings your faces closer together until the tips of your noses are almost touching, âno offense â I adore that beautiful mind of yours â but I donât think those two exactly exude the idea of âwholesomeâ.â
âBut think of the relief they mustâve felt after they didnât have to pretend they didnât love each other anymore.â
âSo, you love me?â Azul quirks an eyebrow up challengingly.
âWhâ youâre taking that too literally,â you grumble with a fist hitting the manâs chest gently, though the way you avoid his eyes and your cheeks are flushed tells him that he may be somewhere on the right path.
âThen⌠do you like me?â Azul inquires, and you can see the mischievous glint in his eyes when you finally meet them.
âDo we really have to say that out loud after we already did our monologues?â
âI want to hear it from you. Please.â
You swallow the small lump in your throat, though thatâs the only sign of nervousness in your entire body.
You find it fascinating how quickly your bodyâs reactions change whenever Azul is around. Thereâs a sense of nerves and shyness when youâre in the midst of new experiences, but it just as quickly changes to feelings of calmness because the man brings you such a sense of comfort you never expected.
Just like how the lump in your throat dissipates and leaves you to gaze at Azul with complete fondness.
Thereâs not a moment of hesitation before your whispered confession of âI truly like you, Azul Ashengrotto.â hangs in the air.
Just those simple words of affirmation make Azulâs entire face light up, the sight of his bright smile making you feel like you were standing in the middle of a field and soaking in the warm summer sunlight.
âAnd I like you, y/n.â
Your bodies act as if on muscle memory, Azulâs face tilting ever so slightly while your eyes flutter shut. Youâre not sure who closes the distance first. Perhaps it was both of you moving simultaneously, but your lips eventually meet in a fleeting and gentle kiss.
There were no fireworks igniting behind your eyelids like theyâd described in the countless books youâve read, but it still leaves you feeling lightheaded. Like youâre melting into Azulâs arms. Like thereâs only the two of you alone in this vast world.
When you pull apart, the two of you giggle like schoolgirls but the action isnât fueled by feelings of awkwardness or nervousness. You both gaze at each other with eyes full of admiration and budding feelings of love, the feelings that were hidden before from fear of being rejected finally bubbling up to the surface.
Youâve long forgotten about the now-cold plates of food sitting in front of you; opting to spend the rest of the night exchanging even more gentle kisses and whispered sweet nothings.
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The dynamics of your relationship with Azul hardly changed after you confirmed your feelings for one-another, and you truly feel grateful that there was no pressure on you to act differently.
Of course, now there were a lot more lingering touches, your fingers almost always intertwined if there was nothing to keep them busy. Youâd even sneak brief kisses behind the cover of bookshelves when you thought no one was looking.
Even if neither of you were a fan of P.D.A., you made an exception for each other.Â
Nothing was made official between the two of you after that fateful night, as Azul opted to wait another half a year before asking you to be his partner.
You didnât mind his decision to take things slow. You both wanted to make sure that your feelings for each other werenât just illusions brought forth by letters on paper â though you knew that wasnât the case anyways.
When he felt that the time was right, Azul asked the question in the best way that he knew how to: through book spines. Though unlike how heâd asked you on your âfirst date,â Azul didnât shy away after dropping the books off.
Heâd waited patiently for you to have some time to spare for him, his chin resting atop his folded arms at the checkout counter as he watched you help patron after patron check out books.
âI have something for you,â Azul could hardly contain his excitement when you finally turned to him and let him know you were free.
âWhat is it?â
You felt a sense of dĂŠjĂ vu watching Azul dig into his backpack and pull out a stack of books. He placed them down on the counter with the book spines facing you, and youâd half-expected him to walk away like before.
But he stayed there; his eyes curved into double rainbows coupled with a sweet smile, and his hands trembling ever so slightly in nervousness.
Will by [redacted] You by [redacted] Bees by [redacted] Mine by [redacted]
You had to hold back the squeal that was threatening to escape your larynx when you finally looked away from Azul long enough to read his message. Your mind already went over the fact that Azul had to substitute the word âbeâ with âbeesâ and you nodded so hard Azul thought your head might fly off.
Now itâs been exactly a year since you two made your relationship official. In the year youâve spent as a couple â and even before then â youâd fallen into a pleasant routine.
During the weekdays, while youâre working at the library, Azul would be studying in his usual spot in the corner of the second story. After some time, heâd suspiciously stopped asking you to proofread his work.
Every Friday night, he would try out new dinner recipes and you would be in charge of baking dessert â and you wonder how his kitchen has managed to stay so spotless after all this time.
Sometimes you would invite Epel, Ace, and Deuce to come over too, and the first time your friends agreed to come, they were appalled by how sweet you and Azul were; but they secretly loved seeing you genuinely happy in this strange new world.
Saturdayâs were reserved for the show-and-tell of Azulâs enormous coin collection, with the latter recalling stories of when he found them on solo adventures in the Coral Sea. When you asked why he had so many, Azul explained that they help with his memory and itâs exciting to learn of the history behind especially old coins. You canât argue with him there.
Sundayâs are for those who may say that your relationship seems too mundane. You both agreed to do something new during this day, may it be something as small as feeding ducks near the pond or as adventure packed as tagging along with Jade on his strolls in the mountains.
Either way, you always ended the day cuddling up next to each other in Azulâs bedroom.
The collections of books in this world are endless, and youâve made it a habit to take turns reading aloud to each other until you both fell asleep late into the night.
But this Sunday, the exact day of your one-year anniversary with Azul, the man had asked if you could stay at home. Your homebody-self answered âyesâ without hesitation.
Itâs already nightfall by the time you find yourselves stuffed with dinner and cake and situated under the wooden pergola illuminated by Vilâs borrowed magic projector. Your comfortable silence is accompanied by the soothing chirping of crickets and a night sky sprinkled with the brightest stars.
âHappy anniversary, angel,â Azul says with a warm smile before bringing your hands up to press tender kisses along your knuckles.
âAngelâ: itâs a hypocorism that Azul has grown fond of calling you by. When he first started to call you as such, you found it amusing because itâs a name that better suits him.
âHappy anniversary, darling,â your smile mirrors Azulâs own, a quiet giggle escaping your lips when his lips tickle your skin.
Itâs a wonder that time has passed so quickly.
It felt like just yesterday you saw Azul entering the library, with not a single clue as to who he was â and now here you are, more than positive that youâre in love with the man sitting in front of you.
âI love youâ: itâs a sentence that has remained unspoken between the two of you. Not because you donât love each other, because even a jellyfish could see that you do, but because neither of you ever felt the need to verbalize those feelings.
Until now.
âAzul,â you call out, waiting until he glances up and hums in response. âI love you.â
A minute of silence follows, then two, then three, and as more time passes on, you can feel a sense of panic growing stronger in the pit of your stomach.
Had you thought wrong? Did you just jump the gun when Azul didnât feel as strongly for you as you did for him?
âI have something for you,â Azulâs soothing voice cuts through your anxious thoughts.
You try to ignore the pang of disappointment that accompanies your panic.
He didnât say it back.
âWhat is it?â you ask, your voice sounding weak.
âClose your eyes.â
You do as youâre told, keeping your eyes closed as Azul lets go of your hands. You can hear him rummaging around for something, and you have to wonder what it could be.
Your eyes only open again when Azul gives you the okay to.
Azul places what appears to be a manuscript atop your lap, and you look at him with a puzzled expression on your face as you pick the bundle of papers up, âwhat is this?â
âI didnât tell you this before because I was too embarrassed, but I decided to try writing a book of my own,â Azul chuckles, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. âIâm getting close to done. I just wanted you to see it first, even though I know you hate spoilers.â
âI absolutely do,â you declare as you roll your eyes in a playful manner.
âI know, I know, butâŚâ Azul bites on his lower lip, his voice trailing off as he contemplates how to word his next sentence. âIâm better at writing out my feelings than I am verbally expressing it, and Iâve included it here. Iâd love for you to read it first before the rest of the world.â
âI think youâre better at expressing your feelings aloud than you think you are, darling.â
You canât deny that you feel honored to have Azul regard you highly enough to have you be the first to read his nearly completed work. Sure, youâve spent hours proofreading essays and the like before, but this felt different.
Azulâs hands are clasped together tightly enough to make his skin appear a few shades lighter, anxiety coursing through his body as he watches you flip to the first page of the manuscript where the dedication page is. Heâs not sure why he feels that way when he knows exactly how you feel about him.
Your eyes and mind slowly take in the words written on the page.
Were you suddenly hallucinating sweet words onto paper? A quick glance up at Azul tells you no.
His written feelings bring tears of happiness to the corners of your eyes, and it takes all your willpower to not throw your arms around the man and kiss him right then and there.
To my muse, my angel, my wonderful y/n, You know what people say about meeting your soulmate? It feels like youâre at home the moment you meet them. I think theyâre right, because while the sight of your beautiful smile makes my heart race, you also make me feel safe and comfortable. Itâs like one look from you lifts the weight of the world off my shoulders, like thereâs absolutely nothing for me to worry about. Without you, I would never have experienced things and feelings that I thought were only possible in books. Itâs with our fond memories in mind that I write this book. Thank you. Thank you for choosing to spend your days with me. Thank you for being a beacon of support during the times I was clouded with self-doubt and during the times I wasnât. I love you. âYours is the light by which my spiritâs born: you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.â - E.E. Cummings
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst#twst x reader#twisted wonderland oneshot#twisted wonderland reactions#twisted wonderland imagines#azul ashengrotto#azul x y/n#azul x reader
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Do you think in the N2 Squad, Jamil will just randomly get a burst of confidence and flirt with Leona and Vil, just for them to turn it around on him and he then gets so flustered he enters Caterpillar Modeâ˘ď¸ (pulls his hood over his face) for a solid hour?
I kept this one in my asks for a long time coz, while I thought it was a good ask and wanted to draw something for it, I am also plagued with the terrible curse of being both aromantic and autistic and struggling a lot with the very concept of ~*flirting*~
So first, gonna thank @aria-faye and @the-fab-fox for their insights and having the patience to explain to me the big strokes of flirting.
And now, I'm gonna quote aria-faye word for word cause he explained Jamil's flirting perfectly well in my opinion :
"I feel like Jamil is just... bad at flirting. He can tease and joke and all that, but when he's doing it with the intention of flirtation, i feel like he stumbles. His version of intentional flirting would probably be just... being overly straightforward. Saying what he's thinking for once."
"I feel like Jamil isn't very charismatic when it comes to flirting, so he isn't saying it [compliments] in any sort of way. Just pointing out a fact, which, to him, is flirting. Because it's not something he'd normally say aloud."
"Here's the thing: I think if they played the flirting game, and if Jamil said something intentionally over-the-top, teasing flirtatious, they [Leona and Vil] would match his energy and do it right back. BUT Jamil would be equipped to volley that back over and over. It's not flirtation that gets him. There's an element of disingenuous in flirting. It's all exaggerated, a bit untrue. It's an act - a mutually agreed-upon act that everyone in the group enjoys, but an act nonetheless. And Jamil is EXCELLENT at acts. He's no blushing flower when it comes to flirting. He would take that stuff all the way to bed if that's where it led him. But compliments? He has no idea how to take compliments. He has such a low opinion of himself for so long that he never learned. Compliments are what make him blush. Not flirting."
"Like, Leona could be like 'Damn Baby, what does that tongue do?' And Jamil would immediately respond by purring 'Come here and find out.' But Leona being like 'You look beautiful today' would have Jamil like "Oh, um. *blushes, pulls hood over his head* Thanks, I guess.'"
"I think something else that would get him flustered is physical affection. Like he gets all hyped up to shakily hold their hands, and they immediately respond by kissing his cheeks and being sweet to him. That would make him blushy too."
"Flirting is basically just manipulation. Jamil knows how to do that. He's really good at that. It might surprise him at first, but if he's the one initiating, he wouldn't do it unless he knew exactly what he was doing. Flirting for real is kind of fake. A teasing dance you do to get to a more intimate set of behaviors. And Jamil is great at this kind of thing. There are a thousand ways to make him blushy if he's not initiating. But if he's initiating, that implies a level of confidence, so the options for making him blushy circles right back around to honesty."
"Leona and Vil flirt by antagonising each other, so it might take them a second to realize that whenever Jamil drops an Honesty Bomb on them like this and speaks plainly, he's flirting. But once they know, Jamil will never know peace again, because they turn it right back on him and compliment him honestly until he's curled up and hiding in his hood and begging them to stop."
(Yes we had a very long discussion about it x))
#(obviously Jamil's reaction is exaggerated for comedic purposes)#(while he would turn beet red and attempt to hide he wouldn't go that far)#(probably)#anyway uuuuuuuh please don't ask me about their flirting again#i'm terrible at it#there's a reason most of my fics are found family and not romances#mello's drawings#twst#twisted wonderland#n2 squad#jamil viper#leona kingscholar#vil schoenheit#javil#leojami#leovil#ask me anything#analysis#art#my art
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TREY!!!
#my art#art#the reaction I had when I saw his groovy... oh boy LOL#I was in the middle of drawing this when I saw it so I had to make a different version for it obvi hehehehe#twst fanart#twisted wonderland#twst wonderland#disney twst#twst art#twst#trey clover#twst trey
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mmmmm cherry pie đ¤¤đ¤¤đ¤¤
I loved your platonic headcanons about ADeuce, it makes me feel soft on the inside. Can I request headcanons of ADeuce combo with a troublemaker reader, where the reader constantly creates trouble, but the second things start to get out of control they had nothing to do with it? I just want to see the crackhead energy, thank you for your hard work and don't forget to take a break!
summary:Â welcome to parenthood with ace and deuce, who are the tired fathers of one [magicless] kid and their equally chaotic fire tanuki.Â
pairing(s): platonic! adeuce x gender neutral! reader (ft. heartslabyul & grim). warnings: reader is a feral gremlin who pretends they do not see it and riddle & ace are constantly on the verge of going apeshit. venture further if you dare.
author's note:Â thank you so much for the compliment and concern! i hope you stay safe and hydrated, dear anon <3 this ended up being somewhat of a drabble, too...?
it started off... fine, oddly enough. you guys got along pretty well with how the three of you (unless you count in grim) share a single braincell. you even went along with the duos ideas which was, most of the time, never a smart idea, but hey - it brought you guys closer! however...
âwhat do you mean iâm also in trouble, riddle? i wasnât even there when they painted the roses red,â you lied while feigning innocence, a pretty convincing look on your face that screamed confused and concerned as you brought a finger up to your chin to tie your act all together.
âo-oi! y/n! donât play stupid! you were the one who suggested that we help out for a reward...!â ace scoffed, grumpily looking in deuceâs direction as grim agreed with ace for once. deuce couldnât help but feel betrayed, too.
âi bet that reward about being able to eat trey-senpaiâs cherry pie was also a lie, huh...â deuce sighed which was soon cut off by a grunt, eyebrows twitching in slight annoyance as the collar used to off their heads by riddle weigh heavy on his neck.Â
speaking of the dorm head, the said male was busy scolding cater who had pulled this kind of stunt with the underclassmen plenty of times before. this left you enough time to slip out of the leaderâs grip and book it away from heartslabyul, but not before taunting your friends playfully.
âsee ya later, losers. iâve got a cherry pie to get my hands on and my dearest, sweetest senpai to butter up,â you saluted them before dramatically adding the last bit, making ace stick his tongue out at you as deuce huffed sulkily. not to even begin to mention how grim kept shouting how much of a traitor you are and how much tuna cans you owe him.
now, headcanon time. generally speaking, youâve left deuce to become the reckless-mom friend of the group. heâs incredibly exhausted with you all, but if the idea is intriguing enough, you wonât fail to see his sly smirk upturn on the corners of his lips.
as for ace, heâll scold you and try to give you reasons why you canât just turn your back on them like you always do (what happened to your ride or die pledge, huh, y/n?!), but we both know damn well that thereâs a 50/50 chance heâd do the same.Â
deuce tries his hardest to diffuse any stupid ideas, but he can be a little... dunce and airheaded with it. my boy just hasnât had his turn with the braincell yet, okay? heâs trying his best :(
speaking of my blue-haired baby, he starts going to trey for advice. how did he put up with cheânyaâs antics during their childhood and even now? how does he manage to keep a level-head and still calm riddle down on the occasion(s) he does butt in?
trey sits the poor first-year down whoâs bowing stiffly in front of him and shouting begging for help, promising to give him advice (as well as finally giving him some of that cherry pie so that he can rub it in aceâs face <3)
ace, on the other hand, surprisingly (and accidentally) confides in riddle. riddle probably accidentally overheard him sigh loudly and think aloud to himself. ace most likely said something along the lines of, âgah...!! how could y/n just abandon us like that?!â before riddle pries - not because heâs being nosy! just because he needs to know who dares to break the laws of the queen of hearts... after all, rule 78 says -
somehow, ace and riddle bond over tea talking about your antics and how to deal with them, ace even managing to get his collar off in the process, too! now, itâs time to go and put a stop to you before you can say âfuck this shit, iâm outâ and dash off again!
well... maybe it can wait while he goes to brag about how he got his collar off to deuce... wait - deuce got a piece of trey-senpaiâs cherry pie?! how dare he...! maybe confronting you can wait until after he deals with that blue-haired punk...
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