#Azul X Reader

[toffee4you]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write the Overblot boys comforting their S/O who is having really bad cramps. My body is kicking my butt because of biology not being on my side.

Since I recently wrote about cramps, I am assuming this is also about menstrual cramps? So it will mostly contain them finding ways to ease the pain, as I feel they are a bit inexperienced when it comes to words.

Attempted to speed this one up ahead of some others in time for 5(ish) days just in case 🙂‍↕️

Content: Established relationship, fluff, comfort, use of medicine (painkillers), use of pet names (dear, darling, treasure + Leona still uses herbivore/Malleus uses child of man, but as terms that both sides implicitly consider affectionate when used on the reader.)

Genuinely lost my marbles trying to figure out how Leona and Idia should speak.

• Pink dialogue is the reader. Others follow dorm color.

*I will likely perform heavy edits on this tomorrow since it is currently too late for quality control. Did not proof read at all... <- allowing myself to sleep.

It was exam week.

Many students were occupied with studying, especially those in Heartslabyul, who were at risk of losing their heads. It also happened to oh-so conveniently land on the same dreaded week that would arrive each month.

You tried to focus on studying, shutting yourself in your room and staring at your work. It felt impossible. The pain coiling inside of you would not relent.

You couldn't afford more medicine after buying the bare essentials for your cycle, and asking your friends for help made you feel guilty. They were likely pulling all-nighters studying, and your boyfriend was most definitely occupied with supervising them.

•

At 8 p.m., you heard a knock on the door. You managed to stumble over and unlock it, revealing Riddle waiting patiently.

"I apologize for not arriving sooner... I noticed you had been looking a bit pale today. Is everything faring well? If you are worried about the exams, I would be willing to—-"

He quickly noticed the way you clutched your stomach while quietly listening, and the way your eyes tried to suppress twitches. He had seen this before. It was confusing the first time, but he was a quick learner. This time, he had medicine on hand—painkillers he always carried around after that first time. He did extensive research since then.

Urging you back to bed, he produced a cup of water and helped you take the pills shortly before tucking you back in.

"Have you eaten yet? I can acquire some ingredients from Heartslabyul for dinner. It may sooth your pain to eat a well-balanced plate of salmon and cruciferous vegetables."

"I didn't eat at all, I could barely even leave my room. But, right now..."

You tugged his sleeve, making his eyes widen from shock. You looked very, very exhausted at the moment, even your slight tug being far too weak.

"...Could you stay until the medicine kicks in? Please?"

A faint tint of red pricked his cheeks from the polite request. He cleared his throat while cupping your hand and folding it back over your chest in a gentle movement.

"Naturally. You should begin to feel better in nearly twenty-seven minutes. I will stay with you until then."

•

Riddle stayed with you, not for twenty-seven minutes exactly, but until you could say the pain had truly lessened. He sat at the edge of your bed, fingers threading through your hands with slight nervousness. Seeing you in pain always made him anxious, but he did his best to hide it. You were the one who needed comfort.

And when you asked him to join you for a cuddle? He obliged despite his lack of experience with touch, giving the most caring hug he could produce.

The pain lightened up after cuddling for a while, so he left to prepare your meal. Of course, you protested, but he insisted skipping your food could cause worse cramps.

He would just make up for it later by staying with you overnight as a pillow.

Since it aligned with spring break, barely anyone had noticed when you began to feel those dreaded cramps. It left you bedridden, your arms wrapped around your stomach from the excruciating pain. Even reaching your phone wasn't an option, as you made the mistake of leaving it on a counter.

Fortunately, Leona noticed earlier by scent, though he knew better than to say so. He already bought a bag of supplies, but only barged into your room when you had been isolated for too long. No knocking on the door, or announcing he was coming.

"Here, herbivore. Can't have you losing strength on me, now."

Leona tossed over the bag with an exasperated sigh. He wasn't the type to let his softness show, even for his partner, but the fact that there was even sweets in the bag amongst other necessities was more than enough proof. You gave him a genuine smile to let him know.

"...Thanks. You're a lifesaver."

Instead of leaving, he sat down on the bed as you took medication, his tail flicking in rhythmic measures. He did not speak, only staring with those piercing green eyes. It wasn't predatory, but he was certainly observing your every movement to asses your condition.

•

The silence was persisting far too long for your taste. Your hands trailed up his head until they brushed his ears. Despite his scoff of annoyance, his ears began to twitch in your hands—and he let you pet them.

"Whatever... I'll let you do it for now. Just don't expect this to be a regular occurrence, got it?"

You giggled at the feigned authority in his voice, knowing this wasn't the first time he had said this.

To your surprise, Leona even lowered his head onto your chest this time, letting out a nearly inaudible purr as you continued to pet his ears. It was similar to petting any other house cat... except this one was oversized, and had his limbs tangled with yours. He did care about his pride, but your comfort took priority. He knew this helped you relax, as mortifying as it was.

"You're really cuddly when you don't bother to hide it..."

"...Just don't go mouthing off about it to others."

Azul was busy with managing Monstro Lounge since it was a weekend. You didn't tell him about your cramps for that reason, so he didn't know... Until Floyd busted into your room. He was probably skipping work to ask you to play, but instead, he found you curled up like a shrimp. He figured it was funny enough to tell Azul, who was reasonably far more concerned.

In a last-minute decision, he put Jade in charge of managing before rushing to your room. Floyd failed to mention the context of why you were curled up, making him feel incredibly careless when you explained it was menstrual cramps. He was completely unequipped for the situation.

•

Azul somehow managed to brew a potion with just a regular pot on a stove, afraid of leaving your side to visit the store or alchemy lab.

"And what will this cost me?"

"The price? I hereby request that you invest your utmost effort into... Resting."

He spoke with a business-professional tone, as if he was striking a deal with an unfortunate student. His actions were, however, a stark contrast; his hand brushed your cheek as he tilted the potion to your mouth, ensuring you wouldn't spit it out because the concoction was "too bitter".

•

Azul's movements had clearly gotten jittery between leaving the lounge unattended and seeing you still experience pain, but he stayed by your side the entire time. Free of charge.

"Azul, my head hurts... And I'm still cramping."

You spoke up, shifting around uncomfortably. His first reaction was to fold his coat, lifting the back of your head and sliding it beneath you. You shook your head at his makeshift pillow, staring straight at him.

With a helpless sigh, he sat himself down in place of the pillow, letting you rest your head on his lap. It left Azul visibly flustered, biting down on his lower lip and avoiding eye contact until you groaned in pain again. His shaky hands tried to massage your abdomen in attempt to ease the pain, working in circular motions. It left him a brighter shade of red, but also relief when your face relaxed.

•

It was almost a defeating feeling to see you in a weakened state despite his potion and attentiveness. You felt far better than before, but you occasionally scrunched tighter from convulsions.

"...Dear."

He pressed his fingers again the bridge of his glasses with a sigh.

"Yes?"

"Would you like to make another deal? I may be interested in borrowing a... fraction of your pain for this week. For further research."

Jamil had already planned for today, pawning off Kalim to the Pop Music Club. It was guaranteed to keep him occupied. Even without a single mention of your cramps, he had everything prepared beforehand and arrived early. He was familiar with caring for others in this scenario due to Najima's loud complaints.

To spare you of any embarrassment, he only claimed to have come for "spending quality time" with his lovely partner... Though you could see he brought snacks for your cramps.

Jamil set a tray of assorted chocolate snacks on the coffee table, helping you lay on the couch. He even brought two high-quality pillow from Scarabia; one for your head, the other for you to hold.

"Do you need anything else? I could cast a simple ice spell for cooling, or perhaps you would prefer a warmth spell for your back?"

His hand pushed up your bangs, feeling the temperature of your forehead. Calm and methodical, as always. You shook your head at his questions, though you couldn't help but flash a soft smile—one that made his heart melt. He quickly cleared his throat to mask it, his hand instinctively moving to massage the back of your neck instead.

"You should at least try to eat. I prepared your favorites for this time of month, and they are baked with the proper medication for easing pain. There is no need for concern, the medicinal taste shouldn't be detectable. Please, help yourself."

Jamil lifted the tray with one hand, pressing a chocolate drop filled with pistachio cream to your lips. It wasn't a forceful gesture, just gentle enough to see if he could coax you into taking it. To his relief, you ate one... Then began to crave for more. It was his solution to your aversion of medicine, especially since potions were far too bitter.

•

When you laid to rest again, he began running his fingers through your hair. He stared at you quietly, with a subtle adoration. It was always a nice change of pace to care for you, considering how chaotic Kalim's ideas could be.

"Jamil?"

"Yes?"

"Could you speak?"

"Speak? I'm afraid I don't have anything interesting to say... Is there something you were hoping to hear in particular?"

"Just... say anything, really. Your voice is calming."

A slight hint of shock appeared on his face, the combing motions paused. Then, he schooled his expression and continued.

"In that case... Earlier, today, Kalim—-"

He rambled on about everything he could recall that day. The commotion Kalim caused, the arguments between Ace and Floyd during basketball practice, the few quiet moments he spent in the kitchen... Jamil kept speaking until you fell asleep, seeming undisturbed by cramps in this peaceful state. He pressed a kiss against your forehead.

"Sweet dreams, my treasure."

You were doing your best to hide how bad the cramps felt, since Vil had asked you to star in one of his films for the Film Research Club today. Everyone was in place, the weather was beautiful, and you had your costume done... But the cramps were only getting worse.

You went through the first few takes without showing signs, but the pain had taken a considerable cost on your acting skills. Vil seemed to have noticed, stopping you before a fourth attempt.

"You seem utterly exhausted today, darling. The film can always wait. While it is a shame... You appear to be making a similar grimace to those of my colleagues on their 'months'."

"So, you noticed."

You let out a helpless sigh, slumping your shoulders. If anything, it was a relief that he didn't sound disappointed.

"Come. I will care for you in Pomefiore. You should know your limits better than anyone else. Today simply won't cut it for filming."

He didn't let you protest about the film any further, swooping you up bridal-style so you wouldn't exhaust yourself. He knew how persistent you could be, even to the point of ignoring your own health.

•

You were set down on the soft sheets of his large bed. Of course, Vil already made you take a potion. They were always available, as he made a new batch every month with you in mind.

In the meanwhile, he gave you a full body massage, knowing you were aching; firm circles on the back, sides, arms, abdomen, legs... He remained mindful of not moving you too drastically. Just as you were beginning to feel like putty, Vil changed course again.

"...If you want your cramps to feel better, you best expect to put in your own work, as well."

•

As always, his words came from a place of love, even if it caused you to grumble. He was helping you form yoga poses, only the easier ones to relieve your pain. Before each one, he would ask if it caused discomfort. If it did? He would simply have you try another pose. Surprisingly, most of them released the tension in your muscles.

Vil only allowed you to rest once your body was in better shape. He laid thin, breathable sheets over your body, resting a hand over your chest for you to hold—should you wish.

"I will admit, you are quite strong. Your acting skills today left much to be desired... but if we consider the pain you were experiencing, you are quite the skilled performer. Next time, you must inform me of any unforseen events. I do not care if the set is fully prepared; your comfort will always come first. Do you understand?"

He said no more on the topic after you nodded, trusting you to be honest in future events.

At the same time, he didn't want you to only see him as some sort of instructor... so, looking around, he began to change the topic. He knew how boring the idleness could be.

"Well, do you not have any gossip to share?"

You personally came to Idia's room the moment you felt even a slight sense of pain. And, quite honestly, declared you were having cramps. It was proper protocol for having a boyfriend who was afraid of coming out and speaking bluntly—not counting when certain interests were involved.

He did his best to clean his bed in a rush, tossing books and scrapped hardware into unorganized boxes. In his mind, he was even planning on carrying you to the bed like a princess, but he ended up leading you with a fidgety hand instead. Once you laid down, there was a rapid fire of nervously-asked questions.

"...U-um... Is it cramping bad? Where are the cramps? Did you take anything? Do you want background music? Or snacks?"

"Yes, the cramps are getting worse—they are mostly in the lower abdomen. And no, I didn't take anything. I was just trying to make it here before I became completely immobile. If you're going to play music, just don't blast it... Snacks would be nice, though."

You had gotten so familiar with his quick speaking that you could even answer during extreme pain. He gave a pause, then immediately scrambled to lower the speakers and search the cabinets.

•

...You had to take the painkillers with juice instead of water since he, somehow, did not have water. The only other option was soda, but honestly, you didn't mind the juice right now.

Much to his fear, just medicine wasn't enough. So, he prepared backup.

A handcrafted massaging device for your abdomen, repurposed cooling systems for your cold sweat... even a TENS unit.

"Whee hee hee! How's that?! I built them all in a day, and they're more effective than any of their standard counterparts!"

"That's nice, Idia, but I really just wanted your presence..."

He let the silence hang in the air, completely unaware of what to say. That was something he considered himself terrible at—providing adequate company. Idia slowly turned his head to the PC, then back to you... Maybe both of you needed a distraction, for different reasons.

•

Somehow, you ended sitting snugly on his lap as he played games on the PC. He only used one hand for the controls, the other occupied with wrapping around your midsection as a form of concealed reassurance. Snacks laid scattered around the desk for you to pick from. It was safe to say he wasn't quite watching your diet... He just opened whatever you were craving.

Idia rarely had to leave his room, so he cuddled with you all the way until night. He was staying up, of course, so you knew he would be available if you woke up from cramps again.

"Idia?"

"Uh.. huh?"

"We should really do this more often."

You nuzzled into his shoulder, drifting to sleep. He was left utterly flustered without any room for a comeback.

Malleus had already been exploring around your dorm when his sensitive ears detected pained groans coming from inside. He wasted no time in using teleportation magic to your bedside, nearly causing you to tumble out from the scare.

"Child of man, what seems to be ailing you? You have been producing a sound akin to that of a dying animal for a substantial amount of time..."

He rubbed his chin with his index, looking off thoughtfully.

"'For a while'? You only just now entered my room—- oh, right. Your ears. Well, if you really must know, I'm having... cramps."

"Ah, I see. You have trained too hard, then?"

"Menstrual cramps."

He appeared almost confused at first, then came to a realization. The fae suddenly flashed a toothy smile, placing his hands on his hips with confidence. Lilia had taught him before, though very briefly... now was finally his chance to put those lessons in practice!

"Very well. You must crave food, yes?"

With the flick of his hand, food began to pile from thin air, likely summoned from Diasomnia's kitchen... It was almost too much.

"Wait, wait, wait..! I'm thankful for the food, but I'm not really craving anything with all of this cramping..."

Even from a quick glance, one could tell that the simple task of laying down and speaking took great effort from you. Though Malleus considered most humans "fragile", you appeared weaker than usual. He tried to slow himself down and gave an understanding nod, hovering his hand just inches away from where yours were clutched. He casted a spell, and the cramps declined from intolerable to a standard amount of pain.

He knew you must have been suffering an unordinary amount of pain if his magic couldn't fully cure it.

This might have been the first time he felt helpless in a while. Asking others for assistance was out of the question; he couldn't use his phone, he didn't want to leave your side, and the thought of Lilia or his retainers barging didn't sit right with him. Surely, they would only disturb you?

•

None of your praise for his spell was doing much to ease his worries. From his view, he needed to stay close, or else your pain could progress again.

Malleus wrapped his tail around your body and snugged against you like a giant pillow, ready to re-cast his spell at any moment. Being a creature of the night, he never lost track of your body language. If you began to groan and curl in your sleep, he would simply rock you in his arms and do his best to strengthen the spell. If you relaxed, he would allow himself to snuggle tighter. If you were about to wake?

He would hum a hauntingly beautiful melody—a lullaby in a minor scale, one that would keep you in slumber.

[ravnmyfae]

This is so sweet

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 જ⁀➴♡

— overblot gang : x gn!reader. dividers: uzmacchiato

note: Hi, it's been a while. Sorry for not posting. I've been struggling a lot in the past few months. I'll talk about it in a separate post, but WOOO My 100th post!!

Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

Hyper-aware of you at all times. When he’s in love, everything you do suddenly seems so much more important to him. What you’re doing, how you're feeling, but tries to pretend he's not watching you like a hawk.

He panics internally whenever you're upset, thinking he failed you somehow. He won’t always know how to comfort you, but he’ll try so hard, fumbling through awkward pats, stammered words, and eventually hugging you tightly while whispering, “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry… I can’t bear it.”

Has tea dates ready down to the sugar cube. Every single detail is thought out when you’re involved— teacup chosen based on what he thinks suits your mood, snacks that don’t crumble too much so your fingers stay clean, etc.

Acts awkward when trying to be sweet. If he wants to compliment you, he fumbles over it. “You look… adequate— no, I meant to say pleasant! Is that acceptable? Wait—uh.”

He secretly wants physical closeness. He yearns to hold your hand, but would combust if you actually did. Expect him to brush your fingers “on accident” when passing you tea or opening a door.

The moment he realizes he’s truly in love, He starts wondering not just how you fit into his world, but how he can become someone worthy of belonging in yours.

Leona Kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

Love softens him. His rough edges remain, but there's a quiet protectiveness in everything he does now. He pulls you closer while napping, walks on the side closest to danger, grumbles about others bothering you, but does it anyway.

He speaks to you in a gentle, almost soothing tone that contrasts sharply with his interactions with others. When he's comfortable in your presence, his voice takes on a velvety quality, almost like a soft purr.

Does thoughtful things without making a big deal of them. Your favorite drink? It’s in your hands before you knew you needed it. Someone bothering you? He stares them down until they leave.

He performs acts of service, like fixing your uniform, carrying heavy items, and giving you piggyback rides when you're tired. He focuses on making your life easier without expecting thanks.

Let you win in small things. Whether it's a game of chess, cards, or even playful sparring, he intentionally lets you take the lead. With a grin that hints at his mischief, he skillfully holds back, allowing you to claim victories in these small skirmishes, though he would never confess that he’s going easy on you—after all, that would spoil the fun.

Azul Ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

Terrified of his own feelings at first. He’ll try to logically dissect his emotions like a contract clause until he finally realizes “I’m completely, hopelessly in love with them.”

Buys your affection—but sincerely. Anything to earn your praise, spoiling you rotten with luxurious gifts, gourmet meals, and perfectly planned dates at sea. But beneath it all, he’s starved for affection—a touch on his cheek, a hand through his hair, and he melts.

Gives you discounts at the lounge, and by discounts, I mean “accidentally gives you everything for free.” He'll offer you “special deals” just so he can see you more often. He gives you freebies, bends the contract rules, and always finds a way to make time for you.

He’s touch-starved but doesn’t initiate. When you hug him? Kiss his cheek? Slip your hand into his? He stares like you’ve cast a powerful spell. He never expects it, but he craves it. And eventually, he’ll shakily start reaching out first, just a little.

Turns into a stuttering, blushing wreck when you compliment him genuinely. He can take flattery from strangers. But you? It’s over.

Jamil Viper ༉⋆｡˚

Is 100% in denial at first. He tries to hide his feelings for a long time—he’s used to being in the background, and he doesn’t want to feel vulnerable.

Starts cooking your favorite foods without even asking. The moment he hears you like something? It's on the menu.

Subtly adjusts your schedule to protect your health. Did you forget lunch? Suddenly, Jamil's handing you a lunch. Overworking? He drags you outside to “run errands” (a walk to get some fresh air).

Makes excuses to be near you. “I was passing by.” “You forgot your notebook.” “Do you need help studying?” He’s smooth, even when flustered.

Gets extremely jealous, but it’s quiet. His smile tightens. He stares a bit too long. And later that night, he’ll whisper, “Don’t make me watch you smile at someone else like that again, it drives me crazy.”

Jamil doesn’t show grand romantic gestures—but when he offers you his hoodie or lets you nap in his room, know this: you’ve touched a part of him he thought no one would ever reach.

Vil Schoenheit ༉⋆｡˚

When he’s in love, he stares at you with such focus, like you’re a masterpiece. His compliments come rarely but powerfully “You’re breathtaking tonight,” spoken in a voice low and sincere.

Fixes your hair or collar without saying anything. Smooths it down, tucks it back, all while scolding you for not being “presentation-ready.”

Wants to be your muse and your mentor. He’ll teach you how to do skin care or pose for a photo, but he’s also watching you with a soft expression the whole time.

Your presence becomes part of his routine. Face masks for two, helping him memorize lines, dressing you up in elegant clothes because “you deserve to feel like royalty too"

Gets visibly annoyed when others flirt with you. You can see the irritation on his face whenever someone flirts with you. “Are they blind?” he grumbles. “You’re clearly in a league of your own!”

When he looks at you, his demeanor softens; his smile transforms into something genuine and warm, made just for you, away from the cameras and the spotlight.

He doesn’t tolerate others looking down on you. If someone dares to insult you, he’ll destroy them with a single look—and then tell you calmly, “Don’t listen to nonsense from those beneath you.”

Publicly, he’s poised, elegant, and graceful. But alone with you? He lets down his hair, takes off the makeup, and leans into your shoulder with tired sighs. You’re his safe space where perfection isn’t needed.

Idia Shroud ༉⋆｡˚

He does things terrifyingly out of character. For you? He will go outside more. He’ll show up to a club event. He’ll make an appearance in person if it means you’ll smile at him. Every time he steps out of his comfort zone, he’s basically emotionally flatlining inside.

Hyperfixates on what you like. You mention a show in passing? He’s watched the whole season. Favorite snack? It’s now stocked in his room.

His hair gives him away. Even if he’s trying to be cool, one compliment from you and his hair flares pink like a sparkler. It’s like having a live feed of his feelings. He hates it but can’t help it.

When you visit his room, he clears a space for you, adjusts the lighting to your liking, and will nervously show you his projects. If you praise him, he’ll go red from his neck to his ears.

He’s incredibly clingy in private. Not emotionally suffocating — but he loves touch when it’s safe. Playing with your fingers. Sitting next to you until your thighs are pressed together. Lying in your lap while he rambles about obscure lore. If you stroke his hair, he’ll fall asleep with the softest smile on his face.

Malleus Draconia ༉⋆｡˚

He wants to protect your smile like a treasure. If something bothers you? It’s gone. If you’re sad? He will spend hours learning how to fix it, even if it means asking Lilia for advice or studying human courtship rituals.

He shows his love through constancy. He always arrives when you need him, even without a word. Appears in the rain with an umbrella. Hovers in the corner of a room because he sensed your mood shift. You don’t even have to call — he knows.

He watches you like you’re a miracle. He’ll listen to you talk about your day with a fond, still smile, like every word is precious. “You’re even more fascinating than the stars,” he’ll say with no irony at all.

He remembers everything. You hate the cold? He’ll warm the path you walk. That you laugh at certain folklore? He’ll tell you all the versions he knows. That you like stars? He’ll conjure an entire sky for you to walk under.

He finds joy in your joy. He was so used to being feared or tiptoed around. When you smile at something silly or laugh loudly at a dumb pun, he lights up.

He takes forever seriously. When he’s in love, Malleus isn’t planning a school romance — he’s planning centuries. A life with you, in every world, in every version of time. “You may grow older. I may outlive time itself. But if you wish it, I will always remain by your side.”

[akisteahouse]

Thinking about being the childhood crush of Azul Ashengrotto…

Who was so smitten by you - your shimmery scales, your melodic voice, the way your smile seemed to illuminate light, even in the darkest depths of the coral sea… yeah, he took quite a liking to you, back in elementary school. Too bad he was too scared to actually talk to you… :((((

Who later got teased mercilessly by the Tweels when they found out in middle school, and then panicked when they swam straight to you, happily clicking and cooing about meeting Azul’s ‘person of interest’ before swimming away. (Luckily, you’d simply dismissed it as the Tweels being odd again.)

Who always gazed at you longingly, especially when you came by his family’s restaurant for meals - familiarising your every like and dislike, teaching himself how to cook your favourite dishes perfectly, just in case. ;)

Who never really thought he had a chance, up until Night Raven - finally! His chance to prove himself to be the optimal partner for you!

Who - during spring break - seized the chance to talk to you while you were having lunch at his family’s restaurant, ‘helping out’ rush hour by being your waiter.

Who had any hope of making a good first impression dashed when his nerves caused him to not only stutter through your order, but to also trip and fall while trying to give you your food, due to the massive rush hour crowd, the plate crashing down to the floor with a loud SMASH.

Who looked positively mortified, his face practically blue from embarrassment, until you got down and started helping him pick up the shards of porcelain and food, giving him the same smile he saw all those years ago, when he first fell into the rabbit hole that was loving you. :)

Love-stricken, smitten, down-bad Azul, who you only know as that clumsy waiter from your favourite restaurant. But don’t worry - Azul plays the long game, and he’s sure your first meeting would be a lovely story to tell his family in the future. ;)

[ilovemorayeels]

Join the Prefect Fanclub!

tw: yandere tendencies, cult mentions, obsession

summary: a new fanclub has been made for you! how will the housewardens react?

a/n: I was super excited to do this but lost a bit of motivation, so some of the sections may be a bit short

characters: housewardens (other characters mentioned but not the main focus) x gn!rewder

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was still awake studying for Crewel’s exam, before hearing barely disguised footsteps and shushes. He gets out to scold the students about rule 451 that they should be asleep by 10, before seeing the two culprits.

“Ace, Deuce, mind telling me why you’re deliberately ignoring one of the rules?” Riddle asks.

“It was all Ace's idea!!” Deuce says, crossing his arms, causing Riddle to raise an eyebrow and look at Ace.

“Look we managed to get these tickets online and-”

“For a concert?” Riddle asks.

“No- Nooo it’s for the Prefect Fanclub-” Deuce smacks Ace.

After sneaking in with Ace and Deuce, Riddle couldn’t help but think this was ridiculous. Sure, you were amazing but this is just pathetic! If they loved your ‘artifacts’ why not just ask to borrow them? But maybe some aren’t as privileged to have unbirthday parties with you.

He doesn’t participate in auctions for the same reason, finding that he shouldn’t have to prove his love for you by hoarding things! Especially with how it could make you feel. However, if it is something that was from him he’ll probably send Ace or Deuce to bid in his favor.

“Oh, Prefect, what happened to the cutlery I gave you?” Riddle asks.

You apologize and tell him that it disappeared during lunch time.

“No worries, I’m sure I’ll be able to give you another.”

Leona Kingscholar

Leona was having a great nap in the botanical garden, his spot was perfect. Sooo perfect. Until Ruggie shook his damn shoulder and woke him up! He growls at Ruggie, prepared to start a fight, until the smug hyena held up two tickets.

“Shyeheehee, look at what I snagged from some poor students,” Ruggie says, almost expecting a congratulations.

“What the hell are you talking about..? Like a sports game? If so, I don't wanna go.” Leona says, preparing to sleep again.

“No, no!! These are limited tickets to the Prefect Fanclub Meeting!!”

Leona’s ears had perked up.

Fine. Just this once, he was already awake anyways. When the time came he was one of the first to enter, along with the eels who seemed to be calling their boss and the dragon bastard. It was quite…the environment. The lights were dimmed and the only help were these cultish candles that were lit all around…wait a second - is that the spelldrive disc he let YOU keep?? Jeez, it’s all locked up too. He’s pretty sure he only noticed because Ruggie tried to snatch something, granting him a smack on the head.

Leona was quite aware that you had a large following because you were magicless and a ‘sweetheart’ according to the many fans here, but this is starting to feel a bit like a cult. He tilts his head slightly when the tv turns on. Has he heard this voice before? It’s quite confident but he’s sure he recognizes it somewhere…

The fanclub was okay. At least someone’s preserving your beauty. But there’s no way he’s being caught in another meeting. What if someone had posted it somewhere? His brother could’ve seen it, his reputation ruined! Which is why he only sends donations and just has Ruggie relay any important stuff.

“Soo apparently they’re auctioning out a few of the prefect’s stuff because as a thanks of all the donations,” Ruggie says, sitting down near Leona in the botanical garden.

“Yeah?” Leona says, tucking in his head into his arms to start sleeping.

“Yeah! I think one of the things is a shirt- looks a lot like the ones you wear to sleep! Heh heh heh.”

….Maybe it’s time he starts scolding you about keeping your things safe. It’s also especially concerning that a lot of this stuff is just his he gave to you! Is Ruggie working some kind of deal to steal from him??

You tell Leona a lot of the stuff he gave you is missing, lowering your head in guilt.

“Tch..don’t worry herbivore,” Leona says, having an idea of where it’s gone. “I’ve got plenty more back at my dorm.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul was preparing to give these eels a good scolding for leaving mid-work because Sam had coincidentally stocked hiking equipment and mushrooms. How gullible do they think he is? He had scolded them and threatened firing them for such a thing.

“But bosss!! The meeting was right in the middle of our shifttt!!!” Floyd whines.

“Meeting..??? Don’t tell me you guys are working 2 jobs! Your focus should be on Mostro Lounge-”

“I believe he is talking about the new prefect fanclub.” Jade interrupts.

“The what.”

After making Floyd record the next meeting entirely to pay for the lost labor, he began to make sense of things - wait a second- is that one of Monstro Lounge’s cups??? Please don’t tell him that Floyd and Jade donated it because you used it. And while he himself (even though he won’t admit it) is obsessed with you, what would people think of him if he attended??? Jade, however, convinces him that he could make profit to the monstro lounge if he helped give something to the fanclub! Profit AND you?? Two of his favorite things?? And that’s how he ended up with an entire secret menu inspired off you.

“I’d like the ..secret menu..”

“It’s not that eas~y! What’s the code?”

“...Prefect for life..”

“There we go! Now I recommend the fried shrimp platter!”

“There’s also a 30% discount on any prefect donations.”

(Un)Surprisingly he makes quite the profit, of course, when you catch wind of all these new foods but yet they’re not on the menu, it is quite hard to cover it up. Especially when you begin pressing that they’re having favoritism to everyone but you, it almost broke Azul’s heart!!! Azul was about to offer a contract in exchange for the new dishes but Jade managed to save it by the lie fact they’re experimental dishes. Which sent shivers down your spine and never made you question it again.

Azul is not against making contracts so that he and the eels are prioritized when it comes to auctions. He’s also not against making the tweels silence anyone bidding more than him! It really feels like he’s running some scheme just for a used bottle or shirt.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim was DISTRAUGHT when he saw so many people sneaking into one classroom! A secret party and NO ONE invited him??? So of course, he peeks his head in only to see so much of your stuff! He’s pretty sure he bought most of this stuff for you! But he’s really happy that other people like you just as much as he does! It means that he’s totally right about his obsession and he shouldn’t hide it!!!

He always manages to get tickets, mostly by help from Jamil, who goes too (he has to keep Kalim safe it’s not like he wasn’t making ticket reservations the moment Kalim told him!!!), and while he’s not one of the first, he’s definitely not the latest!

This man also completely DOMINATES auctions, most likely always feuding with Malleus as they keep raising the bids. Jamil also helps him with the online ones, because if it wasn’t for him he’d bid on every scrap they were auctioning off.

I don’t think Kalim would go to EVERY single fan club meeting, but he tries to keep up. He always hosts secret parties to celebrate an achievement you did with the fans though!

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is going to bash someone’s head in. He needs important beauty sleep and there’s all this noise coming through one of the windows! The students of Pomefiore shouldn’t even be sneaking out for parties anyways, and he really doesn’t feel like scolding anyone. Alas, he mustn’t be lax about such treason.

He walks to the lounge to spot Epel, trying to sneak out. He calls the freshman out only for Epel to stumble and fall off the window. He rushes to check in before seeing a delighted Rook carrying him.

“Mon Roi Du Poison!” Rook calls out, waving.

“Rook,” Vil pinches his nose. “Are you seriously sneaking out for a party?”

“Oh non non non you are truly mistaken!” Rook says. “We are simply going to the amazing fanclub des prefets!” Epel facepalms.

After making them both sit down at the lounge to explain much to both of their disappointment he gained a bit of an understanding? But he expected his own dorm to be more disciplined than attending a cultish fanclub! That is not the Pomefiore way! (Except for Rook, he’s already like the fanclub except 10x worse.)

Even with his disagreement with the fanclub though, he will admit that having an entire club dedicated to you, even if you aren’t aware of it, is impressive. Having paparazzi is still a good milestone he supposes. Which is why he occasionally donates to the fanclub too, which in turn, has led Rook and Epel to be prioritized due to being Pomefiore students!

Vil occasionally engages in both online and in person auctions, but mostly in disguise as to not have his reputation diminished. It often gets heated if Leona is also bidding, he does manage to come back to Pomefiore with quite a few goodies after! A lot of your fans ask for a ‘haul’, but he decides to keep it all to himself.

Idia Shroud

Ortho had finally forced Idia to get out and do something productive. Something about a detox which leads him to think Ortho has accidentally been fed Pomefiore’s date or whatever. To Idia’s defense, grinding for a new character is totally productive!

Yes…. the perfect plan!! He blocked all the windows with black paper and even dimmed the lights. It sort of looks like a cult but hey! It’s just his own personal fan thing! He printed out posters that are actually from your Magicam to look all cute and he put some of the things he stole from you which were rotting under his bed and put them on a glass display! He feels so prideful, it’s like a little shrine that you deserve..

His joy is soon subdued by someone stumbling upon his sacred place.

He was just about to enter the room after printing a fresh batch of your newest photos until he’d heard a voice!!!

“What’s all this? Is this all for the prefect?”

“Jackpot!! Look at all of the prefect’s stuff!! It’s like a museum!!!”

Idia wants to start bawling on the spot!!! Thankfully he’d locked every artifact of yours so it’d be stealing proof (much to ruggie’s dismay!), but it means that this is going to spread now!! He had to assume power before some normie thought they knew more about you than him!! So he made sure to place a tv in the middle that could broadcast his voice from his room, along with the newest security cameras,,, just in case !

The ‘fanbase’ started growing, and soon enough, it became so full that entries were first come first serve based on tickets! Normally, he wouldn’t turn a profit, but technically it’s the fans fault for infringing on his own little sanctuary, so he started charging them for entry!!

Oddly enough, there were a lot of people he recognized, like rook and those twins, he just hoped they hadn’t snitched to any of their housewardens! That hope began to dispel pretty quickly after he received mysterious donations through a GemPal he’d jokingly advertised.

5,000 donated by Anonymous!

10,000 donated by Prince L.S!

20,000 donated by Kalim Al-Asim (Housewarden of Scarabia)!

50,001 donated by amonynous!

…Yeah. What was he even SUPPOSED to do with this money??? Upgrade into a larger classroom???

Which he did. Poor Idia.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus had intended to take your sweater back to you (mostly so he can feel a bit of pride at your gratitude), but after class it was no longer there. He doesn’t remember you ever taking it, so he feels an urge to investigate. Eventually he hears shuffling and almost like a proud giggle? He sees the suspect go inside a room, in which he decides to slink (not for his size) and see the commotion that revolves around your sweater.

There were a lot more people than he expected. And they were all celebrating? Something about finding the prefect’s rare clothing. He tilted his head, your clothing was barely rare to him, a great artifact to be treasured? Yes. However, he can always snag something with a simple excuse or with a promise that the clothes will be better after he returns it!

Malleus keeps inviting himself to the fanclub, no one dares to ask him for his ticket because no one wants to mess with THE Malleus Draconia. Even more concerningly, he doesn’t actually know how to use the fanclub private account thing on Magicam! It’s too complicated, yet he’s always right on time.

When Malleus found out about donations he was a bit apprehensive. Why would he support something that basically worships you when you two can just hang out? But then the offer of more items he could bid for if he ‘ranks’ up, is quite appealing. Especially when you don’t want to give out more of your pencils to him because ‘he’s a prince he should have his own pencils’ or really, anything else you deny him for the same reason. It really stalled his own little shrine!

However, he still doesn’t really know how to donate properly. Multiple typos. All the time. But he doesn’t play about his donations! Even auctions he seems to dominate most of the time (except for the online ones. He’s very slow in those :(( ), almost looking like Vil after a shopping spree! Still, he doesn’t attend EVERY meeting, especially when that time can be used on you!

“Prefect,” Malleus says, huffing his chest up like a bird’s. “I’ve found your sweater.”

You thank him, but ask why it took so long. It should have been in the classroom or at least in the lost and found.

“Ah, I had many battles and struggles, they were very, very persistent, and many were keen on keeping it away from me..”

You ask him if this is still about your sweater.

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Can I req with,second years and rollo(ıf you do him too) seeing a nightmare about readers's death and visits/texts them late at night?

Nightmare

✦gn!reader

✦characters: second years -silver, rollo (sorry)

✦Nightmares, Dream deaths, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, Dealing with guilt, Minor blood, Mentions of death

Riddle Rosehearts

The Nightmare

The Heartslabyul garden was on fire.

Red roses melted to ash. The sound of cracking porcelain echoed through the rose maze like the breaking of something delicate, final.

He ran. Breathless. The maze twisted around him, thorns clawing at his clothes.

And then he saw you.

Slumped over a broken chair, your uniform bloodied at the shoulder. Eyes glassy. Lips parted as though you’d been trying to call for him.

He dropped to his knees, hands trembling as he cupped your face. “No. No, this isn’t right. You were just here. You were fine.”

You didn’t respond.

A rose fell from your chest crushed and wilted. The last bloom of the garden, smeared in red. “This isn’t in the rules. This…this wasn’t supposed to happen—!”

He screamed your name.

And you didn’t answer.

He Wakes Up

Riddle shot upright in bed, drenched in sweat, gasping like he'd clawed his way out of drowning. The room was still. Too quiet.He looked around, unsure of what century he was in until the familiarity of his bedroom walls brought him crashing back to reality.

His heart was hammering in his ribs like it was trying to escape his chest.

He scrambled out of bed and reached for his phone. The clock read 3:24 AM. He didn’t care.

The Message

Riddle: Are you awake?
Riddle: I… apologize for the hour. I just
Riddle: Please, I need to know you’re alright.

Seconds felt like centuries.

Then the phone buzzed.

You: i’m okay!! just a little groggy hehe. what’s wrong, riddle?

Riddle: I had a dream.
Riddle: A nightmare, rather. About you.
Riddle: You… weren’t alive in it.

You: oh, riddle… i’m sorry you had to see that

Riddle: No. I’m sorry.
Riddle: I care for you more than I’ve ever admitted. And losing you, even in a dream, was more terrifying than I can explain.

You: i’m here, Riddle. really. if you want to talk, i’ll stay up

Riddle: …Would you mind if I came over?
Riddle: I need to see you. Just for a minute. To know you’re really alright.

You: door’s unlocked. i’ll make tea.

He was out of his room in less than thirty seconds.

At Ramshackle

You opened the door, eyes sleepy, hair tousled, but smiling. Riddle didn’t hesitate. He dropped his decorum and wrapped his arms around you, tight, desperate.You froze only a second before hugging him back.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he whispered. “Not even in my sleep.”

“Then I guess I’m safe forever,” you murmured.

And just like that, the burning roses of his nightmare were replaced by the soft warmth of your embrace.

Ruggie Bucchi

The Nightmare

Ruggie was running.

Through winding alleys, hot sand kicking under his heels, the sound of shouting guards echoing behind him.A bag clutched to his chest, stolen food, maybe some coin, the usual. Easy snatch. In and out. No big deal.

But this time, the streets were unfamiliar. And the sky was wrong.

Too red.

Too still.

He ducked into an old storage barn and slammed the door behind him, panting. He grinned to himself, chest rising and falling. “Got it. Piece of cake.”

“Ruggie?”

Your voice.

He turned, grin wide, but it faded the moment he saw your expression. You weren’t smiling. Your eyes were wide with fear. And your hands were bound. Before he could move, someone behind you spoke.

“You take what's not yours,” said the voice cold. “So we take what's precious to you.”

A masked figure stepped into view.

Ruggie dropped the bag and lunged. “Take your hands off!”

But he didn’t make it in time.

A flash of silver.

A gasp.

Your knees buckled.

And blood bloomed like a red flower across your chest. You reached for him with trembling fingers. “Ruggie…”

And then… You were gone.

He Wakes Up

Ruggie shot up in bed with a ragged yell, his shirt soaked through, hand instinctively grabbing the edge of the blanket like it was your arm he failed to catch. His throat was dry. His heart hammered like it wanted out of his chest.

He looked around. Quiet dorm room. No guards. No sand. No blood. Just a nightmare. But it felt real. Too real. He scrambled for his phone with shaking fingers.

The Message

Ruggie: hey. u awake?

You: mhm yeah, what’s up? you ok?

Ruggie: bad dream
Ruggie: i stole something and they… they punished me by hurting you
Ruggie: i couldn’t stop it. i couldn’t even move
Ruggie: y/n i’m so sorry

You: ruggie it was just a dream
You: i’m okay, i swear. you didn’t do anything wrong

Ruggie: doesn’t matter
Ruggie: i knew this would happen someday. karma, right? thought i could keep my tricks to myself. but they’d get you too


You: you’re not a bad person. you’ve survived. that’s different.
You: please come over. or i’m coming to you

Ruggie: i’ll be there

At Ramshackle

He didn’t knock. He didn’t say anything.Just opened the door and nearly fell into your arms. You held him tightly, even as he clung to you like you were his only lifeline.

“I don’t ever want my choices to put you in danger,” he whispered. “You mean too much to me.”

You pulled back to cup his face. “Then don’t push me away when you’re scared,” you said softly. “You don’t have to carry guilt alone. Especially over something that didn’t even happen.”

He buried his face in your shoulder, tension slowly bleeding from his body. “You’re real, right?”

You smiled and kissed his cheek. “Real as ever. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Azul Ashengrotto

The Nightmare

Azul stood behind the bar in the Mostro Lounge, pristine as ever. You were across from him, leaning with that warm smile that always disarmed him, talking about your day, your laugh bright, your voice soft.

He poured you a cup of tea, his hands trembling slightly, though he tried not to show it. “You truly do trust me, don’t you?” he asked.

You tilted your head, amused. “Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

His smile twitched. Because he wasn't worthy of your trust.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed. The Lounge cracked and shifted like glass. A dark presence pooled around the corners of the room, growing heavy and wet, like water pressing in from all sides. Azul blinked and in the next instant, you were on the other side of a contract table in the vip room. A parchment lay in front of you. Your name already scrawled in ink.

“Azul?” you said. “What is this?”

He stepped forward. “No… don’t sign it. Don’t read it!”

But your hand moved without permission, fingers trailing across the lines.The moment your touch reached the signature, chains shot up from the floor, binding your wrists and ankles.

You screamed as darkness wrapped around you, dragging you under. “Azul, help me!”

He reached… But tentacles wrapped around his arms, dragging him back. “This is your doing,” said a cold voice… his own overblotted self looming over him. “You’re always making deals. You’ll always lose what matters most.”

Your form sank beneath the inky waters of the contract, screaming his name until it faded. And he couldn’t even scream back.

He Wakes Up

Azul gasped awake, clawing at his sheets, chest heaving. He was in his room.

Safe. Dry. Alone.

But his heart was pounding like it was being chased. His face was pale and clammy, tears still clinging to the corners of his eyes. He looked at the clock. 3:19 a.m.

His hands were shaking. He didn’t want to sleep again. He couldn’t.

The Message

Azul: Forgive the hour, but… are you awake?

You: I am now, what's wrong?

Azul: I had a nightmare
Azul: You were taken from me. I… I let it happen. I caused it. You trusted me and I failed you.

You: Azul, no.
You: You’d never let that happen. That’s not you. You’re the one who always protects me.

Azul: I don’t know if I deserve that kind of trust
Azul: You don’t know what I’ve done

You: I don’t care about your past. You always do the right thing now. You’ve grown. You’d never let anyone hurt me.

Azul: I’d give up everything to keep you safe

You: You don’t have to give up anything. Just come here or I’ll come to you.

At Your Door

Azul didn’t knock. He hesitated in the hall, adjusting his pajama even though they didn’t need adjusting, trying to steady his breath.

You opened the door, your hair messy from sleep, your eyes still soft with concern.

He looked down. “I… didn’t want to be alone tonight.”

You reached for him immediately, pulling him into a hug, warm and grounding. “Then don’t be,” you said. “Not ever.”

Azul relaxed into your arms like the nightmare had no weight anymore.

And as you held him, he realized that maybe…for once… he didn’t need a contract or a promise to know something was real.

He just needed you.

Floyd Leech

The Nightmare

The water was red. Not normal red, not a coral bloom but thick, sticky red that clouded the sea like poison. Floyd floated there, numb.

“Shrimpy?”He turned his head.

You were in his arms. Limp. Pale. Barely breathing. A slash ran across your side, deep, pulsing with bubbles. He looked down. His hands were claws. And they were stained… stained with your blood.

You were smiling through the pain. “It’s okay, Floyd. You didn’t mean to. I know you didn’t mean to…”

“No. No, no, I…I didn’t—!” He gripped your shoulders, frantic. “Why aren’t you healing?! I said I’m sorry! C’mon, shrimpy! You gotta snap out of it!” His hands shaking. “I didn’t mean to!! I was just holding you… please wake up”

But your body floated away, arms open, hair drifting like seaweed.

And Floyd? He sank.

He Wakes Up

The scream ripped out of his throat before he was even fully awake. “SHRIMPY!”

Floyd jolted upright in the darkness, panting, sweat clinging to his skin. His mattress creaked beneath him from the force of his panic.

Jade was already sitting up in his own bed across the room, calm and alert despite the hour. “Another nightmare?”

Floyd didn’t answer. He was clawing at his arms, like he could tear away the feeling of blood that wasn’t there. “I killed them.” His voice broke. “I killed Shrimpy. I saw it. I…my claws—”

“Floyd,” Jade said gently, “it wasn’t real.”

“But it felt real! Too real…”

He stared at the ceiling, chest heaving. He was never one to admit fear, but this was different. This wasn’t fear. This was guilt.

He couldn’t sit still. He threw off his covers and scrambled for his phone with shaking fingers, muttering under his breath the whole time. “Please pick up. Please pick up, Shrimpy…”

The Call

You answered after two rings. “Floyd? It’s like… 4 AM. What’s wrong?”

His voice cracked. “You’re okay?”

“...Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I hurt you,” he said, and you could tell he was pacing. “I saw it. In my dream. My hands… they tore you open. You were bleeding out in the sea and you were smiling at me like it was fine.”

“Floyd, it was just a dream—”

“But what if I really hurt you one day? What if… You know how I get when I’m not thinkin’. What if I lose you…?”

You were quiet for a moment, then said softly “Come over.”

“But—”

“Floyd. I trust you. You’re not alone. You’re not a monster. Just get here. Let me show you I’m okay.”

At Ramshackle

He practically crashed through the door, hoodie thrown over his pajamas, slippers slapping against the wood floors.

You met him in the hall, and he immediately wrapped you up in a suffocating hug. “You’re warm,” he mumbled into your shoulder. “Not cold like in the water.”

“Told you. I’m here. Alive. Not scared of you.”

“But you should be,” he whispered.

You pulled back just enough to look at him. “No, Floyd. You’re a storm sometimes, sure, but you’ve never hurt me. Not really. Not where it counts.”

He stared at you like you were the sun rising after a hurricane. Then he pulled you close again and buried his face in your neck. “...Don’t go dying on me, okay? I’d lose it. For real this time.”

“I’ll stay right here,” you whispered. “You won’t lose me.”

Jade Leech

The Nightmare

The mountain air was thin. You were laughing, ahead of him on the narrow trail, backpack swinging as you balanced precariously on a ledge of slick moss covered stone.

Jade called after you, voice calm but firm. “Careful. It’s steeper than it looks.”

“Come on, Jade! Don’t tell me you brought me all the way up here to walk like a snail!”You winked. That impish grin.

He smiled, too. He liked that about you, your spark, your stubbornness. It made the long hike feel less lonely.

But the rain started earlier than forecasted. The rocks grew slick. The wind picked up.

He reached out a hand. “Let me help you down.”

You looked over your shoulder.

One step.

One wrong step.

And the ground disappeared beneath you. “Jade—!”

He lunged. Fingers grazed your sleeve. But he was too slow. You vanished into the gorge, the trees swallowing your scream.

He didn’t scream. He just stood there, unmoving, as the rain continued to fall and soak his outstretched hand.

He Wakes Up

Jade opened his eyes to the sound of Floyd snoring in his bed. Their shared dorm room was dim, a soft glow from the lamps casting wavering shadows across the walls.

His breathing was too shallow. His chest too tight. He sat up, silently pushing his covers aside, and slid off the bed. Even after his feet touched the floor, he felt like he was still on that trail, like the echo of your fall was still ringing in his ears.

The Message

He didn't want to wake Floyd. Didn’t want his brother to ask questions or make noise or crack a joke that he couldn’t handle. So he texted you instead.

Jade: I hope I am not disturbing your rest.
Jade: I… had a rather unpleasant dream involving you.
Jade: May I ask for reassurance that you are well?

You: hey hey i’m ok i promise!! 
You: are you okay? you don’t text like this unless something’s really wrong…

Jade: We were hiking. The weather changed. You fell. I couldn’t save you.
Jade: I was the one who invited you.
Jade: The one who watched you fall.
Jade: I am not sure I have ever felt that kind of fear before.

You: jade… it’s just a dream.
You: you’d never let that happen. you’re the safest person i know.
You: want to come over? i’ll make tea and you can talk. or we don’t have to talk at all.

Jade: …I would like that.
Jade: Thank you.

At Ramshackle

He arrived, hair messy and pajama wrinkled, but the moment he saw you, alive, warm, smiling, something behind his eyes cracked just slightly.

You poured him tea. He accepted it with a quiet “thank you.” Then you guided him to sit beside you on the couch.

After a pause, he said softly “There is a particular kind of terror in losing someone due to your own invitation. To know your influence… your desire… placed them in danger.”

You gently slid your fingers into his, reassuring. “You’re not a danger, Jade. You’re my safe place. I’d follow you anywhere.”

A breath caught in his throat. He squeezed your hand just a little tighter. “Even if the trail gets steep?”

“Even then.”

And for the first time that night, Jade smiled, genuine, quiet, and shaken down to his soul.

Kalim Al-Asim

The Nightmare

It was a party. Colorful lanterns floated overhead, silks billowed in the warm breeze, and music danced through the palace. Kalim was laughing, twirling you in his arms as guests clapped and cheered. “See? Told you I’d make this the best night ever!”

You beamed up at him. “I never doubted you.”

Then came the fireworks. Gold and red burst over the sky, the crowd gasping in awe. You let go of Kalim’s hand to run toward the edge of the balcony for a better view. “Look at that!”

He turned to say something, something silly, something sweet. But then the edge cracked. And you slipped.

There was no scream. Just a sudden, too loud silence.

He ran.

The crowd was frozen.No one moved. Everyone was too distracted by the fireworks on the sky.

When he reached the ledge and looked down… looking at your blood covered body. There was only the sound of fireworks.

Still exploding.

Still celebrating.

While you’re bleeding out.

And he was left. “No—no no no, come back! Please! I didn’t mean for this—I just wanted to make you smile—! Please! Someone help!! please!!”

But the sky lit up with color, and no one heard him crying. No one heard him yelling for help, he just watched how the life left your body.

He Wakes Up

Kalim’s eyes shot open, wide with panic, chest heaving. His sheets were tangled around his legs, soaked with sweat. He sat up too fast and nearly fell out of bed. “Y/N—?!”

No answer. Just the dark. Just silence.

His heart pounded painfully in his ribs. He had to make sure. Had to see you. Had to hear your voice. Right now.

The Message

Kalim: Y/N!! Are you okay?! Please tell me you’re okay!

You: kalim?! what happened? are YOU okay? it’s like 3am

Kalim: I had a really bad dream!! Like really bad. You fell off the palace balcony during a party and I couldn’t catch you. I threw a party for you and it killed you. You died because of me.

You: kalim no baby you could never. i’m okay. i’m here. i’m not going anywhere.
You: do you want to come over?

Kalim: Yes. Please. I don’t care if it’s late… I just wanna see you.

At Ramshackle

He didn’t even wait for a magic carpet. He ran. Barefoot, in pajama, hair a wild mess from tossing and turning. Jamil would scold him later, but right now, only you mattered.

You opened the door to find him breathless, teary eyed. “You’re alive,” he whispered.

“Always,” you smiled. “Especially for you.”

He hugged you so tightly you squeaked, burying his face in your neck. “I don’t care how happy I want to make people,” he said. “If it ever means losing you, it’s not worth it.”

You stroked his back gently. “You’ll never lose me, Kalim. You bring light to my world, not danger.”

“I promise I’ll be careful from now on,” he sniffled. “Even if it means tying a rope around us every time we dance.”

“Only if it’s a pretty rope.”

He laughed weakly. “Deal.”

Jamil Viper

The Nightmare

It started in Scarabia. Quiet. Too quiet. Jamil moved through the halls like a shadow, searching for you, he was sure you had been here. The last thing he remembered was your voice, teasing him about sneaking mango tarts from the kitchens. Then… a sharp pain in his head. Like a split. Like something cracking inside.

He turned a corner, and there you were. But you were backed against a wall. Crying. Terrified. Facing…

Him.

Or, rather, someone who looked like him. His overblot form. The twisted, sneering image of himself, hovering over you like a serpent, eyes glowing with that sick, hypnotic.

“Jamil,” you whispered. “Help me…”

He tried to run forward. To get between you and the monster. But his feet were stuck. His body didn’t move.

The overblot laughed. His own voice bitter. “There’s no saving them, you know. You’re me. You let this happen.”

“No,” Jamil choked. “That’s not me anymore—!”

But it was too late. The monster raised a hand, a ripple of dark magic forming at the fingertips. “They trusted you.”

“Please, stop—!”

“And you led them to their death.”

The spell hit you. And the last thing he saw was your silhouette, face full of betrayal… before the shadows swallowed you whole.

And he stood frozen. Unable to do anything. Again. His overbolt self smiled at him “It’s pathetic that you believed that your deserves anything after what you done”

He Wakes Up

Jamil jolted upright in bed, chest heaving, soaked in cold sweat. His hand flew to his face, just to feel that it was hishand. Human.. Not twisted. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t real.

But the echo of your final scream still rang in his ears like a blade scraping bone. He stared at his trembling hands.

And then he grabbed his phone.

The Message

Jamil: Are you awake?

You: i am now lol. everything ok?

Jamil: I had a nightmare. You… died.
Jamil: Because of me.
Jamil: Because of my overblot.

You: jamil… it’s okay. that wasn’t you. It’s over.
You: and i’m right here, promise. do you want to come over?

Jamil: No.
Jamil: I mean, yes. But I shouldn’t. Not after what I saw.
Jamil: I’m not safe to be around.

You: do you think i’m scared of you?
You: you’d never hurt me. you’ve only ever protected me.
You: please come over. let me prove you’re still you.

At Ramshackle

He hesitated at your doorstep. Even when you opened the door, he flinched when you hugged him, arms hovering like he didn’t trust himself to hold you without hurting.

You pulled back gently and placed his hand over your heart.“Feel that?”

He nodded.

“It’s still beating,” you whispered.

Jamil’s voice cracked when he finally spoke. “I don’t want to become something that destroys you.”

You leaned your forehead against his. “Then don’t. Stay here. Stay soft. Stay Jamil.”

He closed his eyes, hands finally steady as he wrapped them around your waist. “If I ever lost you like that… I wouldn’t survive it.”

“Good thing I’m not going anywhere, huh?”

He exhaled. Slowly. And for the first time since waking, he started to believe it.

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I suffered with this one but I did it!!!!! Sorry but no Silver this time 🛐 and I still can’t write with Rollo 😭!!

[calcifiedunderland]

Hello! May I request Azul with prompts 25 and 30 as a oneshot? I hope you have a fantastic day^_^

💌Request received!! Thank you for your message anon~ I hope you’re having a great day too!! Hope you enjoy!!

Azul Ashengrotto, ft. Storm & Grotto

The weather forecast betrayed you.

You held your now-damp bag over your head, dashing into the little grotto. You panted, leaning against the rocky walls as you caught your breath. It wasn’t too bad here. You flinched when thunder rolled outside. Perhaps you should go in a little deeper, if only not to get struck by lightning.

You trudged in, looking at the rocky walls until something caught your eye. From further in, a strange glow from beneath a pool of water casted lights waving on the walls. You stood over the water. It was deep. You couldn’t really see the bottom, but you could see something golden from below. Too bad the storm made the water currents too choppy, even here - you couldn’t make out what it was.

You sighed when you heard the storm pick up. Looks like you’ll be stuck here for a while. You sat down, closing your eyes. You dipped your feet into the water, listening to the rainfall echo into the cave, kicking your feet and feeling the currents rush past your skin.

From below, Azul frowned at yet another contract. The wording just wasn’t right yet. This deal had to be water-tight. He sighed, and was about to grab a fresh contract from a stack when a water current surged through the underwater grotto. It slid from his hands, and he tried grasping it with his tentacles.

Somehow, it slid around his limbs upwards. He dragged a hand over his face in a groan, and eased himself up. He was about to surge upwards when he stopped.

Up towards the light trickling into the water, two distinctly human legs swished around making a current. Azul blinked, curiosity filling him. A human? Here? Quietly, he crept closer, watching you from below. He couldn’t help a sly grin spreading on his face. You must be here to make a deal. His reputation must precede him! Now, how would he go about making his first deal with a human?

You tossed your head back, eyes closed, humming. You flinched when you heard thunder boom outside the grotto, followed by a flash of lightning. A loud crack! echoed along the grotto walls and your head spun around in time to see rocks cave in the entrance.

“No, no…!” You nearly slid on the rainwater, trying to shove the rocks out. Rain trickled in, and you heard thunder muffled from beyond. The rocks were too heavy, you soon realized. The grotto was darker, now, but light still emanated from the pool of water. It’s all thanks to those glowing things, you slowly walked back.

As if this couldn’t get any worse, you felt your foot hit something over the edge in the dark. Your gut tightened when you heard a plop! hit the water. Your head turned just in time to see your backpack float for a millisecond on the surface, but sink underwater just as you lunged for it. You groaned loudly, kneeling over the water and flailing your arms in the water fruitlessly. Well, there goes your wallet and snacks.

Azul’s thoughts were interrupted when something fell on his head. He frowned at it, before hearing bubbles from above. When he saw your hands swishing in the water, and muffled groans from above, a slow, sly smile spread on his face. An opportune moment.

You flopped on your back with an exasperated sigh, exhaustion overtaking you. You and didn’t notice a head of silver hair peek from the water surface, watching you curiously with his tentacles wrapped around the handles of your bag. How curious, Azul thought as he sunk back into the underwater grotto. Was this human waiting out the storm?

You blinked blearily, realizing slowly that the storm seemed to have passed. You sat up with a groan, rubbing your head and feeling around for your bag. Your heart sank when you remembered that your bag was now gone in the dark, murky waters.

You huffed. You were about to flop back in self pity when you heard a smooth voice intone, “well, how unfortunate you look~”

You yelped, starting to pull your feet out of the water when two ink-dark tentacles wrapped around your ankles. “Please, don’t be alarmed!” Azul balanced himself on some of the rocks, keeping his lower body beneath the water. He studied you carefully, and you looked at him warily. He had an odd gleam in his eye. Azul tried not to grin.

If he played his cards right, his business could extend to the humans! And not only that, all those merfolk who talked badly about him would realize he’d done what they never could - interact with the humans and befriend them. That’ll show them to laugh at him.

Now, how did humans interact again? He waved a hand in the air, with the other on his chest. “I was swimming by when I couldn’t help but notice you. Naturally, I am a benevolent mer. My one true wish is to help the miserable, lonely, and depressed,” he said patronizingly, words dripping with sympathy.

You slowly nodded, “well, I just lost my bag in the water…” you bit your lip, “it had all my money in it. I don’t know how I’ll get back home without it.”

“Ah!” Azul feigned shock that even you knew was false. “Could it be this?” Your rucksack hung on an outstretched tentacle tantalizingly. It wasn’t even wet either - it was completely dry.

You brightened, “my bag! Thank you-“ you reached for it when Azul moved it backwards over the water, away from you. One small move and you’d topple straight into the depths.

“Ah ah ah-!” Azul waved a finger at you, a cunning smile over his lips. “Now, I had to go through quite the ordeal to keep this safe.” He gave you a meaningful look, and your shoulders slumped. You blinked at him, “…would you like me to pay you back? I don’t have much…”

Azul merely waved you off, “what I’d like is a token, merely a trifle!” He gave you a charming smile, leaning on an elbow as he moved closer to you. “But we can discuss payment later. You will be needing help getting back home, correct?”

He gestured at the caved-in entrance, making you sigh heavily.

You glanced back at the cave-in. There was no way you’d move the rocks enough to escape. Not without hurting yourself. You nodded slowly, “okay. I’ll accept your help.”

Azul’s charming smile was accompanied by deviousness in his eyes when he handed you the breathing potion. “I will personally escort you to the shore, through this passage.” He gestured below him, into the grotto underwater.

“Well? Do we have a deal?” He asked, eyes half lidded. “Well,” you bit your lip, drinking the potion, “I’ve always wanted to visit the merfolk…”

“What a coincidence!” Azul proclaimed, tugging you along through the grotto. You looked around at the golden lights. Were those golden parchments? Azul couldn’t stop grinning. You were practically laying the deal out on a platter for him. “Why not visit my restaurant in Atlantica City! Perhaps if you like it, you could bring your human friends!”

Free advertising, free bragging rights for befriending a human, he grinned at the merfolk passing by gawking at you. You smiled at him sweetly, lacing your hand in his, “thank you, I really appreciate it!”

For a moment, Azul’s heartbeat stuttered. His eyes widened. And a free friend?

The way I overthink while writing fics 💀 hope this was ok anon!! Thank you for your req!!

[auren-zagarra]

Hi! I love your voice and how you write the characters.

I would like to request a shy Azul being worshiped in his mer-body, making him feel special, loved, and beautiful. Reader is female.

tentacula perversa

Author Notes: So sorry for the long delay between posts! I’ve been swamped with work and was also feeling quite sick for a while - but I’m doing much better now, and I’m finally back to posting again. Apologies if the quality isn’t quite good - I’ve never written anything in the monster-fucker genre before, so this is a bit of new territory for me. Thanks so much for your patience and support!

Content Warning: Azul x F!Reader, tentacles, monster fucking, sex, clit masturbation. MDNI.

Characters Count: 10198

To love truly is to offer your heart not merely to the polished mask worn in daylight, but to the trembling wretch that crawls through moonlight - naked in their shame, monstrous in their truth. Love does not choose the parts adorned in grace. It kneels before the wounds. It clasps the ruin to its chest and whispers prayers of love. And there Azul was - no longer cloaked in illusions or sweet deceptions, but unveiled, dreadful and divine. His tentacles coiled like obsidian serpents around him, glistening wet and alive, crowned by the unmistakable form of a merman from some deep abyss. It should have been terrifying. It should have been repulsed. But you could not tear your gaze away. He was not grotesque - he was sublime.

Something stirred in you. Not fear. Never fear. But something holy. As though you were standing before a ruin of stained glass, shattered by storms yet still catching the dying light in haunting color. You saw him and, in that terrible stillness between heartbeats, your soul yearned to worship him. Because love is not blind. Love is not ignorant. It sees the beast beneath the skin, the blood behind the smile, the trembling beneath the pride. And still it stays. Still it touches. Still it calls the monster beautiful.

His tentacles curled around you with delicacy - like vines unsure if they were worthy of entwining the bloom they longed for. It was as if he feared that one wrong movement might shatter something divine. And then - you pressed your lips, tender and aching, to the very limbs he once deemed ugly. Azul’s breath caught. Your gaze, luminous and adoring, looked upon him not with fear or pity - but with a yearning so profound it bordered on worship. It was not a demand, but a plea: Let me love you. Let me show you the devotion no soul before dared to give.

His hearts thundered, erratic and wild, echoing through the cavern of his chest like waves crashing in stormlight. For a moment, he was no longer the Dorm Leader, the cunning business man, the cruel witch of the sea. He was that small, trembling boy again - shy and soft and aching with the belief that love was something meant for others. That he was unworthy. But then you stepped closer.

Without flinching, you reached up to his towering form, so much larger, so much more than human - and you kissed his jaw, soft as a flower. Slowly, lovingly, you traced a path along his cold, silken skin - rising toward his lips. In your arms, between kisses and pleas, Azul felt something like never before.

He felt loved.

He kissed you back, slowly at first - like he was lost in a dream he would never wish to wake up from. He had seen your body before, yes. You had seen his as well - your eyes having traced the lines of his bare human form with soft familiarity. But this was different. This was not the skin he wore among men. As you stepped closer to his true form - this divine, dreadful shape shaped by the sea - Azul felt a tremor ripple through him. How strange, he thought, that one could feel virginal again in the arms of a beloved.

There was nothing impure in your touch. Nothing vulgar in your gaze. And yet, it felt like a sacred sin - to be seen like this, to be touched like this, while cloaked in the full truth of what he was. It wasn’t shameful, not anymore. It was a terror of being known so completely… and still loved. But he did not let his fear surface.

Instead, his tentacles rose with uncertainty, slipping beneath the fabric of your uniform like waves slipping past a shoreline. They caressed your body - they adored, learned and memorized it. Where his fingers could not go, the soft suction of his limbs kissed your skin - leaving behind small, tender marks that would blossom like violets upon your flesh. The sensation was strange, unfamiliar… otherworldly. And though it startled you at first, the touch was not cruel. There was affection in every motion - delicate, unhurried. The suction cups pressed little oaths against your body, like a lover writing poetry in bruises too soft to hurt.

A soft, breathless giggle blossomed from your lips - like a bell chiming through the quiet evening - as you felt one of his tentacles, bold yet uncertain, reach beneath your skirt. It froze there, suddenly still, as if Azul himself had just realized what his own body had done. Embarrassment pulsed through him like a tide, and the limb recoiled, shivering with restraint. But you did not laugh at him. You did not scold or shrink away. Instead, you looked at him - just like a siren, as a lover gazing upon something too dearly to refuse. You reached out, gently resting your hand upon one of the cooler, glistening limbs, and guided it back to your skin.

You did not hide. You did not flinch. You invited him to explore the sacred landscape of your body - the valleys, the curves, the heat of skin and bone beneath soft cloth. You bared yourself in the name of lust, love and devotion. To let someone touch you is to offer trust. To let them know you is to offer your soul.

Azul, ever the cunning man of bargains and gain, had never tasted a reward so priceless as this. And in truth, he would have been a fool to deny such a gift. With a growing hunger for tasting this delicious meal right in front of him, he accepted. His limbs returned to you, no longer unsure - they moved like ink in paper, tracing every inch of your form as though reading scripture from your flesh. His touch was not rough, not greedy… but curious, adoring, awestruck. And you worshipped him in silence, not with words, but with devotion pressed into his skin. And beneath it all, your heart beat was steady and unafraid - because even as he held you like a storm might hold a flame, you knew: Azul Ashengrotto would never let it go out.

Two of his limbs cradled you with care, anchoring you in a sea of sensation, while another pair ventured higher, curling beneath the thin fabric of your shirt to press against the softness of your chest. They squeezed them, not harshly, but as if they were mapping the places where your heartbeat sang the loudest. And then - lower still - one final limb found its way beneath your skirt, gliding between your thighs. There, in that sacred place, it circled slowly over the delicate pearl of your pleasure, drawing patterns with devastating precision. Each touch sent shivers through you, divine and maddening, as though he was casting spells into your flesh.

It was almost absurd - how the boy who once stammered at your gaze, afraid to even brush your hand, was now so daring… no longer hesitant, no longer unsure, Azul gave himself to your pleasure with the devotion of a penitent sinner at the altar - eager, desperate to please, to learn the verses of your body like sacred sculptures.

Your voice broke into moans - soft at first - his name escaping your lips like melody. The syllables rose like a song from deep within your chest, stitched with praise, with longing, with surrender. You whispered to him between gasps, fully built on desire: “More… show me more. Ruin me, if you must… just don’t stop.”

And so he did. Another tentacle joined the play, moving with care, slipping into your warmth, careful not to rush, not to overwhelm… yet aching to know you from the inside out. It found a home within you, offering shivers that made your breath catch, all while the other never ceased its tender circles over your swollen clit. The two moved in divine tandem - one fucking your tight cunt, the other caressing - as if his very soul had been split into these limbs just to adore you more completely.

You could do nothing but surrender. Pleasure drowned your thoughts like seawater in your lungs. It was relentless, each motion carved into the center of your being like a psalm of love and desire. The world narrowed to the feel of him: the glide, the pull, the pressure building in waves that threatened to crash and break you upon their altar. You were unraveling, and yet, in the chaos of sensation, something tender bloomed inside your chest: love - true, burning, consuming.

How cherished you felt. Not as something to conquer or possess, but as something to honor. And through the haze of heat, your heart ached to give something back. To remind him - your Azul - of how beautiful he was. Of how his merman form was not something to be hidden in shame, but something to be worshipped in its full majesty. He was a wonder. A cathedral beneath the sea. A living myth whose touch brought you to the edge of divinity.

You wanted to say it. To praise him. To thank him. To press your love against every crack he had once tried to seal in silence. But your voice had drowned.

All you could do was cry his name again and again - a broken, blissful thanks offered from lips parted in ecstasy. Drool slipped down your chin, your body arching into every motion as he played you like a sacred instrument, tuned perfectly to his touch. And in those syllables, he heard everything. He felt it in the way your limbs trembled, in your gaze through your haze. He saw your soul laid bare before him fully open… and he knew: no pearl in the ocean, no treasure in the depths could rival this moment.

He did not stop. His rhythm remained steady, tentacles moving without stopping for even a second, drawing pleasure from your body like a prayer drawn from flesh. And then, it came. Your climax bloomed from within like a storm breaking open the clouded sky. It was not loud, not wild, but quiet… intimate. A soft cry slipped from your lips, sweet and trembling, your limbs trembling in his hold as the world seemed to shatter and remold itself around your pleasure. You looked up at him, flushed and tear-glazed, wearing a smile so delicate, so pathetic in its adoration, that it made him seem all the more divine.

You looked like a soul undone, ruined by love, rebuilt by desire.

Azul stared down at you, still, save for the motion of his limbs cradling you through the final waves of your release. And something inside him broke. Or perhaps, something healed. Because, in that moment, Azul Ashengrotto - cunning, outcast, lover - fell even more helplessly in love. Not just with your beauty, but with the way you looked at him: As if he was beautiful too.

[kuronathelilshark]

TWST X READER

Octavinelle x reader who loves sharks

Azul Ashengrotto

I honsetly think that to him its just another interest of yours nothing more, norhing less. Also considering that i dont think he had much to do with sharks in his life- well (i started the sentence wrong) idk how much he knows about them but if he knows or sees something interrsting involving sharks, this could be Events, news articels or soemthing else. Azul is propably also happy that you're interested in something for him home- more or less?

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Jade Leech

We are asuming that you love sharks the way he loves mushrooms alr-, sorta like a never-ending hyperfixation i suppose? SO what I can see happinging here is- well idk how to call it, it goes like this: One day Jade plans what to do (involving mushrooms) and one day you do the same involving sharks if you get what i mean. Consider it cooperativ learning? Ig? If you ever need to know stuff about mishrooms you popably will... ALSO I have no idea how but some how he's interested in almost everything you are (+mushrooms<3)

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Floyd Leech

Hes a bit (much) dissapointed it aint eels. Hes convinced eels are cooler. Will try to convince you of it too. And when I say try then you can belive me, you will never see Floyd well not losing interest after 1 day max. like that again. Floyd oncr dragged you to a whole aquarium (after you revused to just go straight to the see) just to show you the eels, he forgot that there might be small sharks too and reggreted that but oh well- Also even if you tell him eels are close secodn that aint enough for the eel boy. Why sharks? He also nearly went head to head with a shark once to prove the point.

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This Note feels so fake writing it from memorie again like wtf-

Anyway

Floyd my beloved WHY DID YOU NEED TO THROW OF THE BALANCE

even after I rewrote if bcs why should it save right?

HOW DO YOU STILL HAVE VISIBLY MORE THAN THE OTHER TWO

[saikira999]

Azul is trying to be a kind understanding housewarden😌😘😇

(THIS IS A SCAM!!!!👺👺👺👺👺👺👺👺)

[echosofmortality]

Reblogging for the Azul girlies who need these gentleman vibes in their life🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯

You entered the lounge all dolled up with your prettiest dress. The dim lights hid your nervous blush very well — you were about to meet your favorite after all, who could blame you? 

The head waiter with their polite smile approached you and asked:

“You wish to be seated with Mr.Big correct?”

As you nodded they gently led you to your assigned table, him waiting for you while sipping a glass of his favourite alcoholic beverage.

Ready to start the night?

The moment you saw Azul sitting at his table, sipping his Slingsby Gimlet with such class, not surrounded by his other two bodyguards and subordinates or head buried into some financial paper you felt the angelic choir playing in your head. If he was there it meant he considered cleaning his busy schedule to meet with you — thank your lucky stars!

As you sat down at the place across from him a small smile raised one corner of those pretty lips. A smirk, like he knew you’d come around eventually.

“Look what the cat dragged in, pleasure seeing you in a more… colloquial situation.” he greeted, polite, like the gentleman he knew how to be.

“I admit I’m pleased to see you too. I’m delighted to see you’ve made up time to meet me personally.” you said back, the seductive smile that made him blush during interviews pulling your lips upwards.

“Indeed, I feel motivated to work faster when there’s something, or should I say someone, that intrigues me as the end goal.” he replied, tilting his head sideways and letting the warm lights of the lounge reflect on his maniacal polished glasses.

You were slightly taken aback. You felt like he was trying to one-up you in charming comebacks, disguising those words and praises in the most sharp politeness only the boss of a business empire could do. 

You mentally smirked. Challenge accepted.

“Oh? So you’re saying I’m intriguing enough for you to work through stacks of contracts way faster than you normally do?” you whetted, chin resting on your knuckles while elegantly stirring your Peachy Keen like it was the brewing potion of love for a witch.

“Well, I suppose I can describe your effervescent personality as refreshing. After hours upon hours of greedy businessmen chatting my ears off and kissing up to me just for a dime to add to their contracts I can definitely say you represent a pleasant distraction.” he replied without missing a beat, his shoulders straightening like he was in a business meeting still.

The two of you kept going like so for only God knows how long, throwing sickening sweet and charming words at each other like it was your own personal game. While you did sometimes slip up and say something more provocative, Azul never seemed to lose his composure, replying with carefully selected words and a smile that could rival with the Butler’s in terms of chivalry.

Truth be told: you were actually having lots of fun, trying to see how far you could push the limit and make that perfect facade crumble into a cherry red blush you loved seeing on him.

In fact, maybe it was the perfect time to play your ace.

“Aww, you’re being all cute and sweet, it makes me wanna kiss you.”

For a brief moment you thought you saw Azul’s glasses fogging up, slipping just slightly from the bridge of his nose.

He opened his mouth and closed it, like a fish out of water, for a few times but before he could reply his phone started ringing. A xylophonic version of Under the Sea filled the silence between the two of you with its playfulness. 

“Pardon me for just a moment.” he said, pulling out a flip phone from the pocket of coat, his thin brows arched down in a scowl.

“Yes, it’s me. — he answered, briefly and sourly — Didn’t I say I didn’t want no one to disturb me this one night? What, did the King of England fall down the stairs? What is so important that you can’t manage to solve—”

He stopped abruptly mid-rant, whatever the person on the other side was referring to him must’ve been truly important.

“I understand. It's not your fault, it's just a miscommunication from the suppliers. Send me a car, I'll be there shortly.” 

He closed the call and looked at you, a grimace of dissatisfaction on his otherwise handsome face.

“My deepest apologies, it seems that presence is required elsewhere unfortunately. My work calls.” 

“I-It’s okay! I understand! You’re the boss after all. Bummers that I didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye.”

“Pardon?” he questioned. “You think I’m going to leave you here alone while I go off doing my business? I might be in a hurry but I’m not that much of a brute to not walk you to your car, it’s the least I can do.” he said while finishing wearing his coat and hat for a more professional look.

You didn’t object to his offer, still somewhat surprised he was the one that offered — perhaps you still wanted to spend those final moments of the night with him.

The walk to your car was pleasantly quiet. Azul walked by your side, as if you were on the same social level as him, his shoulders straight and his posture held that confident look that made him more mature than one could tell.

The night breeze blew in your direction, goosebumps blooming on your skin — you regretted not bringing anything to cover yourself with.    

“Darling, you’re shivering. Come here, let me warm you up.” before you could register it was Azul that said those words the pleasant weight of his coat engulfed your figure. It smelled vaguely of salt and fern — a clean marine scent. 

You felt the heat rising to your cheeks before you could stop it.

He managed to swoon you with one of the most classic moves, clichè, one could say, but still effective.

The honking of a car echoed for a long moment and as Azul wished you a goodnight and a peaceful return home you observed just how well his suit clung to his body so well. Probably custom tailored, oscillating between color palettes such as a pastel lilac and an elegant black, those small golden accents, barely visible but very present if you stopped to observe carefully.

Before he was gone into the night you blurted out that one pick up line you’ve always heard but doubted it worked truly. 

“That suit sure looks good on you…but I bet you’ll look even better without it!”

Azul turned around swiftly, his face a shade of cupid pink and his lips stretched in a wobbly line, his glasses slipping down — the perfect portrait of a young man caught by surprise. In a matter of seconds his expression morphed into one of adorable anger mixed with embarrassment.

“If you put it this way, then, next time I think I'll collect the kiss you mentioned earlier! And with interest!”

“Anytime you want, Mr.Big.”

✠ Bullettin Board

Thank you deeply for requesting anon, or should I call you miss pretty in pink? I hope you enjoyed yourself and I'll be happy to see you in line for Interview this coming September.

Signed - Boss

[raygginatorsaucer]

Reminder that Azul will die after he mates with someone because octopuses only mate once in their life and the male dies shortly after mating and the female guard their eggs without eating and they die shortly after from starvation, apparently it's triggered by hormones so yeah Azul will die after he mates.

[solxamber]

You Try to Sleep on the Couch after an Argument with: Housewardens

Other Parts: Vice-Housewardens; First Years ; Cater, Floyd, Silver, Rollo

Riddle Rosehearts

The house was quiet, save for the occasional creak of wood and the rustle of fabric as you flopped onto the couch with all the grace of a cat forcibly denied its favorite sunny spot.

The argument still hung in the air, an unspoken tension that neither you nor Riddle were willing to breach—at least not yet. He wasn’t wrong, not entirely, but he wasn’t right either. The impasse was as thick as the silence between you.

Determined to make a statement, you yanked the blanket off the couch arm and cocooned yourself in it, defiantly turning your back to the door. No way were you crawling back to bed tonight. Your pride wouldn’t let you. Let him stew in his perfectly fluffed, oversized bed.

Meanwhile, in his room, Riddle’s impeccable composure was fraying at the edges. He lay stiff as a board under his duvet, staring at the ceiling like it held the answers to all his mistakes. His pillows seemed unusually hard, the blankets too suffocating, and no matter how he adjusted, something felt... wrong.

It didn’t take him long to figure out the culprit: you weren’t there.

He groaned softly into the darkness. Guilt clawed at his insides, sharp and relentless, each tick of the clock making it harder to bear. He’d handled things poorly—he could admit that, now that the heat of the argument had ebbed. And worse, he couldn’t bear the thought of you being upset, out there on the couch, all because of his stubbornness.

With a heavy sigh and an even heavier heart, he threw off his blanket and shuffled into the living room. His breath caught when he saw you.

There you were, fast asleep, your cheek smushed against the arm of the couch, one arm dangling off the side. The sight was far too adorable for the emotional train wreck he’d become. His guilt doubled.

Riddle knelt by the couch quietly, determined not to wake you. But as he crouched there, the exhaustion hit him—of the argument, the guilt, the restless tossing and turning. Maybe just sitting here would suffice. He wouldn’t disturb you.

A few minutes turned into an hour. Before he knew it, he’d slumped sideways against the couch, head lolling onto his arms, fast asleep in what had to be the most uncomfortable position imaginable.

When you stirred awake, the morning light was peeking through the curtains. Groggily, you rubbed your eyes, the previous night’s anger feeling like a distant shadow. That was when you noticed him—his normally pristine figure curled up on the floor, head resting uncomfortably close to your dangling hand.

Your chest ached at the sight. The idiot. The sweet, guilty idiot.

You reached out, brushing your fingers lightly against his hair. “Riddle,” you whispered. “Hey… wake up.”

He stirred, blinking up at you with sleep-clouded eyes, disoriented but instantly softening when he saw your face. Without a word, he shifted closer, arms wrapping around your middle as he buried his face against your stomach.

“Don’t go,” he mumbles, voice thick and quiet.

You freeze but quickly recover, leaning into his embrace. “I wasn’t going anywhere.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, voice muffled by your blanket. “I didn’t mean for it to get so out of hand.”

Your throat tightened, and you found yourself carding your fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry too,” you whispered. “Let’s not fight like that again.”

For a moment, the two of you just stayed like that, wrapped up in quiet forgiveness. When he finally looked up at you, there was a hesitant, hopeful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Will you come back to bed now?” he asked softly.

“Only if you promise to use it too. No more couch-floor accommodations,” you teased, pinching his cheek lightly.

“Deal,” he murmured, and together, you made your way back—closer than before, warmth filling the space where anger once was.

Leona Kingscholar

The argument had been sharp, biting, and the kind of fight where you both refused to back down. Storming out of the bedroom felt dramatic enough to match the vibe, so you grabbed a blanket, stomped to the living room, and threw yourself onto the couch with the weight of your indignation. “Fine,” you muttered into the cushions. “Let him have the stupid bed. I don’t care.”

And at the time, you didn't. You were replaying his snarky remarks and cursing his stubborn attitude. But the couch was lumpy, the blanket too short, and sleep came grudgingly after what felt like hours of stewing.

When you finally woke, disoriented and achy, something felt...off. For starters, you weren’t on the couch anymore. You were in the bed, wrapped snugly in the comforter that still carried Leona’s scent.

Blinking against the sunlight, you sat up, confusion clouding your thoughts. At the foot of the bed was the blanket you’d dragged out last night, now neatly folded like some taunting symbol of Leona’s existence.

And Leona himself? Missing.

You slid out of bed and wandered to the living room, where the answer to your mystery lay sprawled across the couch. The sight of him, however, made your irritation waver.

Leona was far too large for the couch. His long legs hung over the edge at weird angles, and one arm was slung over his face to block the light filtering through the curtains. He looked wildly uncomfortable, but his usual arrogance softened in sleep, his face peaceful and unguarded.

It didn’t take a genius to piece it together. He must have carried you to bed sometime in the night, only to exile himself to the lumpy couch. The guy could be maddeningly stubborn, but this... this unexpected gesture had you torn between wanting to yell at him or simply kissing him awake.

Ultimately, you decided to settle for the middle ground.

Crouching next to the couch, you reached out and brushed the stray strands of hair from his face. Before you could withdraw, one eye cracked open, and a lazy grin spread across his lips.

“Caught ya,” he drawled, voice rough from sleep.

You raised an eyebrow. “You moved me to the bed, didn’t you?”

He huffed, clearly uninterested in owning up to the sentimentality of it. “Couldn’t leave you out there whining in your sleep.”

“I wasn’t whining!” you protested, even though your cheeks were burning.

“Sure you weren’t,” he replied smoothly, grabbing your wrist before you could retreat. With a sharp tug, he pulled you down, practically pinning you against him. “Don’t see the big deal. You’re mine, aren’t ya? ‘Course I’m gonna take care of you.”

The casual way he said it didn’t make it any less sincere.

You sighed, melting into his warmth despite yourself. “I hate how sweet you can be when I’m trying to stay mad at you.”

His smirk widened, and he tucked you closer, burying his face in your hair. “Didn’t mean to piss you off,” he murmured against your temple. “But you’re not leaving this couch till we make up. Deal?”

You rolled your eyes, but your voice softened. “Deal.”

As the tension melted away and his arms tightened around you, the couch didn’t seem quite so lumpy anymore. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad place to be.

Azul Ashengrotto

The argument had been tense, the kind where you both said things you probably shouldn’t have. Frustrated and too stubborn to stay in the same space as Azul, you grabbed a pillow and marched out to the couch. He’d barely tried to stop you, his pride seemingly keeping him rooted in the bedroom.

But pride was a fickle thing, and now you were left trying to fall asleep on the stiff cushions. Every creak of the floorboards made you feel a little guilty, knowing exactly who it was.

You didn’t even need to look; you could feel Azul’s presence lingering in the doorway, his usual composure clearly absent. The sound of shuffling footsteps returned to the bedroom, and you thought maybe he’d finally leave you alone—only to hear those same footsteps inch closer again a minute later.

"Azul, I know you're there," you muttered, cracking an eye open and turning toward the doorway. Sure enough, there he was, peeking out. His glasses caught the faint glow of the hallway light, and he immediately froze like he’d been caught stealing treasure.

“I-I wasn’t...” he started, before trailing off, clearly scrambling for an excuse.

You sighed and sat up, your frustration ebbing in the face of how uncharacteristically sheepish he looked. This was Azul Ashengrotto, the calculating businessman who could sell ice to Yetis—and yet he couldn’t even apologize without peering at you like a child who’d been scolded.

“If you’re just going to lurk there all night, we’re both going to lose sleep,” you said, finally beckoning him over with a wave.

Azul hesitated for a fraction of a second before his composure cracked, and he shuffled toward the couch. “I didn’t mean for things to escalate...” he started, sitting next to you, his head ducked low, voice soft.

You smirked despite yourself. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed, you know that?”

He bristled, his dignity rallying as he cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. “I am not—”

“You’re very cute,” you interrupted, and the smallest flicker of a pout crossed his lips.

Azul looked away, a hint of color dusting his pale cheeks. “You’re the worst.”

“And you still love me,” you countered, pulling him down beside you. “Truce?”

He glanced at you, the beginnings of a smile tugging at his lips. “Truce.”

Apologies came in murmured exchanges after that, both of you acknowledging where you’d gone wrong. You knew you’d both let pride get in the way—typical for two people as headstrong as yourselves.

Eventually, Azul’s head rested on your shoulder, his warm weight grounding you. You leaned back against the couch, and despite its discomfort, it felt perfect with him there.

“You know,” you whispered, running a hand gently through his hair, “for a guy who’s made half of Twisted Wonderland sign contracts, you really can’t stand your ground for the life of you.”

Azul huffed, turning his face into your shoulder to hide. “Do you want me to apologize again?”

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Nope. I think I’ll just enjoy this.”

And with that, the two of you finally let the tension of the argument melt away, falling asleep together on the couch in an imperfect, perfectly “you and Azul” sort of peace.

Kalim Al-Asim

The argument had been uncharacteristically heated—rare for someone as sunny and easygoing as Kalim—but even he had limits, and so did you. When your stubborn streak flared, it ended with you grabbing a blanket and storming off to the couch.

“No, Kalim, I’m fine. You sleep in the bed, I’ll sleep here,” you snapped, cutting off his attempts to follow you. His face fell, but for once, he didn’t argue, retreating to the bedroom with a defeated slump of his shoulders.

You burrowed into the couch cushions, determined to stay mad, but as sleep started to claim you, the anger dulled into annoyance. It didn’t matter. He started it, you thought stubbornly, clutching the blanket tighter.

A soft rustle of fabric woke you, tugging you from the edges of sleep. Blinking groggily, you turned your head to see Kalim crouched beside the couch, carefully tucking another blanket over you. He had his tongue poking out slightly in concentration, his touch so gentle that it was clear he didn’t want to wake you.

“What are you doing?” you mumbled, voice hoarse with sleep.

Kalim flinched, looking at you like a startled puppy caught raiding the kitchen. “Oh, I—uh—I just thought you might be cold, so I…”

He trailed off, clearly expecting you to brush him off again. Instead, you sighed, your irritation melting as you realized just how ridiculous he looked, trying to coddle you even while you were angry at him.

“Come here,” you said, sitting up and pulling the blanket back a bit.

“What? No, I don’t want to—”

“Kalim.”

His protest crumbled immediately, and he slid onto the couch beside you, tucking his legs up awkwardly. You wrapped the blanket over both of you, and after a moment of stunned hesitation, Kalim relaxed into the embrace, resting his head against your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice small and earnest. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You sighed, tilting your head to rest on his. “I’m sorry too. I overreacted.”

He perked up slightly at that, his usual cheer trying to peek through. “So… does this mean you won’t sleep out here alone again?”

“You’re lucky I’m even letting you under this blanket, Asim,” you teased, though your smile softened the words.

Kalim beamed, his arms wrapping snugly around your middle. “I knew you couldn’t stay mad at me forever!”

You rolled your eyes fondly, leaning back into the cushions. The couch wasn’t exactly built for two people, but the warmth of his presence made it easy to ignore. Slowly, you both drifted to sleep, Kalim murmuring sweet nothings even as his breaths evened out.

Maybe next time, you thought sleepily, you’d just let him win.

“You can have your perfectly fluffed pillows and skincare routine in peace,” you muttered, tucking yourself in with a spiteful sense of triumph.

Vil Schoenheit

The argument left both of you simmering in silence, which for Vil was a rarity. Instead of his usual icy composure, he seemed genuinely rattled. You, however, weren’t in the mood to care. Grabbing a blanket with theatrical flair, you stomped to the couch.

Once comfortably cocooned, you scrolled on your phone, trying to drown out the lingering annoyance. That’s when you heard it—sharp, purposeful footsteps marching toward you.

Before you could react, Vil appeared like a vengeful storm god, looking every bit as flawless as a deity would while furious. With a huff that could make kingdoms tremble, he reached for your arm and began dragging you back to the bedroom.

“Vil, what are you—let me go! I’m fine out here!” you protested, but his grip was firm, his annoyance palpable.

Once you were unceremoniously deposited by the bed, he turned to you, pointing at your neatly made side. “You are sleeping there,” he declared.

You folded your arms. “I’m sleeping on the couch. Deal with it.”

He tilted his head, his expression a dangerous blend of frustration and disbelief. “Absolutely not. You’ve ruined my entire evening, and now you expect me to suffer further by sleeping alone?”

“Ruined? Seriously?” you shot back.

“Yes! I require my beauty sleep, and I can’t possibly get it knowing you’re out there, sulking on a couch. It’s impossible to relax without you next to me—so you, are going to have to take responsibility!”

The sheer audacity of his statement left you blinking. It was so dramatic and entirely Vil that you couldn’t help it—you laughed. Not a little chuckle, but a full-bodied, slightly wheezing laugh that made you clutch your sides.

Vil crossed his arms, arching an offended brow. “I fail to see what’s funny.”

“You,” you said between giggles. “This whole ‘it’s your fault I can’t sleep because I love you’ nonsense. You’re ridiculous.”

He didn’t deny it. Instead, he sighed, and once your laughter subsided, he gestured to the bed again, this time more softly. “Please. Don’t make me sleep without you.”

You relented, sliding under the blankets. As you settled in, Vil switched off the lights, the room going still.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly after a moment. His tone was sincere, lacking the sharp edges from earlier.

You shifted closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him gently against you. “I’m sorry too.”

Vil let out a contented hum, nestling into your hold. With your body heat mingling and the earlier tension dissipating, it didn’t take long for both of you to fall asleep—together, as it should be.

Sleep came in patches, your mind replaying the fight in a loop. At some point, the dull ache in your bladder forced you to stumble toward the bathroom. On your way back, you froze, hearing quiet, panicked murmurs drifting from Idia’s room.

Idia Shroud

The argument had been rough—sharp words, bitter edges, the kind of fight that left your chest heavy. It didn’t matter how much Idia stammered his way through an apology or tried to explain his side; you weren’t ready to hear it yet. So, in an act of frustrated finality, you grabbed a blanket and retreated to the couch, refusing to spare him another glance.

“Ortho, what do I do? I think I really messed up this time,” his voice wavered, thick with worry. “They probably hate me now. Like, actual hate—no respawn, no restart. I mean, who else would put up with me? I’ve completely blown it.”

You sighed, anger ebbing as guilt trickled in. You hadn’t meant to push him that far, and his usual self-deprecating spiral sounded more frayed than usual.

Pushing the door open, you caught the tail end of Ortho’s voice. “Big Brother, you should—oh!” His robotic eyes darted to you, scanning the scene. A moment later, he gave a tiny thumbs-up and practically zoomed out of the room, leaving you and Idia alone.

Idia froze when he noticed you. His shoulders hunched as if he could shrink his already wiry frame. “I-I didn’t mean for you to hear that. Sorry for being pathetic. Again.”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you stepped forward and opened your arms. “Come here, you dramatic dork.”

His eyes widened, hesitation etched into every inch of his posture. When you didn’t move or drop your arms, he finally shuffled over, nervously slipping into your embrace. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him securely, and his entire body seemed to deflate as tension drained out of him.

“I thought you weren’t coming back,” he admitted, voice muffled against your shoulder.

You huffed softly, rubbing his back. “Idia, I wasn’t leaving. Just... needed space to cool off. And honestly, hearing you lose your mind over it made it hard to stay mad.”

“Cool. Cool, cool, cool,” he mumbled, the words tumbling in an embarrassed rush. “Um, does this mean...?”

“It means I still love you,” you interrupted gently.

His grip on you tightened for a moment before he pulled back, pink dusting his cheeks and his hair glowing pink at the ends. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice so soft you almost missed it.

“I’m sorry too,” you replied, kissing his cheek and earning a startled squeak.

Together, you made your way back to bed. As you settled under the blankets, his fingers tangled hesitantly with yours. The argument seemed miles away now, replaced by the steady warmth of simply being with him.

“I’ll try to be better,” he murmured into the quiet.

“You’re already enough, Idia,” you replied, squeezing his hand.

And as you drifted off to sleep, you felt his thumb rubbing gentle circles against your knuckles, grounding both of you in the quiet comfort of reconciliation.

Malleus stood frozen for a moment, processing your declaration, and you could feel his pout even with your back turned. "You do not need to sleep on the couch," he finally said.

Malleus Draconia

The argument left both of you tense, and you were too mad to deal with Malleus' brooding silence. Grabbing a blanket, you stormed off toward the couch, refusing to even glance at him. "I'm sleeping on the couch," you announced. "Goodnight."

"I'm not changing my mind," you shot back, tossing the blanket onto the couch for emphasis.

There was a brief, sulking pause. Then, he went quiet—suspiciously quiet. You peeked over your shoulder just in time to catch him crossing his arms with a look of smug triumph spreading across his face.

“Malleus—”

Before you could finish the thought, a flash of green lightning struck the couch, reducing it to a pile of ash with alarming precision. You stood there, jaw dropping as the faint smell of charred upholstery wafted in the air.

"Well," Malleus said, ever so matter-of-factly, "it seems the couch is… out of commission. A most unfortunate turn of events."

You turned to him, dumbfounded. "Did you seriously just smite your own couch?"

He looked at you expectantly, his lips pressed into an overly calm smile. "The bed is still available," he offered, gesturing toward the bedroom as though that solved everything.

Your anger reignited—if that was even possible after witnessing such sheer audacity. Without a word, you dropped your blanket onto the floor, flopping down dramatically as if making it your personal mission to out-stubborn a dragon fae.

He stared at you in bewilderment, clearly expecting a different outcome. For a long moment, he didn’t move, as though trying to process your act of defiance. Then, with an audible sigh, he finally caved.

“Alright,” he said softly, crouching to your level. His eyes held a rare vulnerability. “I… overreacted. I apologize for upsetting you.”

You bit back a smirk, pretending to be unimpressed even as you felt your resolve softening. "I wasn’t thrilled about it, yeah."

Malleus tilted his head, something of a pout returning to his expression. “Will you come back to bed, then? The floor hardly befits someone so precious to me.”

“Only if you promise not to zap anything else," you teased, finally relenting as you reached out to take his offered hand.

He helped you up gently, his grip firm but careful, as though he feared breaking you. “I cannot promise to never act rashly in defense of my love,” he murmured, leading you back to the room.

Settling into the bed together, you couldn’t resist poking at him one last time. “You really destroyed your own couch just to keep me near you, huh? You know they make couple’s therapy for this, right?”

He chuckled softly, pulling you close. “I would smite an entire castle if it meant you stayed by my side.”

“Noted,” you said, rolling your eyes, though you couldn’t hide the warmth in your chest. As you both drifted off, tangled in the sheets, you couldn’t help but think how absurdly lucky you were to be loved by someone so dramatic—and so utterly devoted.

Masterlist

[himasgod]

Where you are an artist

HOUSEWARDENS X READER

How would the housewards react if they realized that the person they love can't stop sketching and drawing about them…

leona, riddle, azul, kalim, vil, idia and malleus.

I lost the original request message, so I had to take a screenshot, sorry :(, I hope you like it!

Riddle Rosehearts

At first, when Riddle discovers your notebook full of his sketches, he doesn't know what to think. He's embarrassed to the core, but also… something warm ignites in his chest.

He's aware that he's the center of attention in Heartslabyul, but he never imagined that you, of all people, would focus on him so much.

When he looks through the drawings, he realizes you've captured moments no one else would: his calm expression when he reads, the way he elegantly holds his teacup, the sparkle in his eyes when he gives an order with conviction.

"Why do you draw me so much?"

He asks with a mixture of disbelief and shyness, unable to look at you directly.

If you tell him that you simply like to draw what you consider beautiful, Riddle falls completely silent.

His ears turn red, and he presses his lips together in a failed attempt to hide his emotion.

From that day on, he begins to notice you more.

He wonders if you're observing him at that moment, if you're storing his gestures in your memory to later capture them on paper.

And when, on a quiet afternoon, he works up the courage to ask you if you can take a formal portrait of him, you realize there's more to his gaze than simple curiosity.

There's a desire to be seen by you, always.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona quickly notices your habit of drawing him.

At first, he pretends not to care, but in reality, every time he notices he's your recurring model, his ego inflates a little more.

When he finally glances at your sketches, his expression is unreadable. It's not just that you draw him a lot, it's the way you draw him.

His features look relaxed, even serene in some illustrations. Is that how you see him?

"Tch. Why do you keep staring at me so much?"

He asks with a crooked smile, eyeing you with interest.

If you dare tell him you like the way he looks, or that you enjoy capturing his essence, Leona leans dangerously close to you.

"If you love drawing me so much, you should do it in person." "You could sit next to me while I sleep. It saves me the trouble of you spying on me."

It's his way of telling you that he doesn't mind you watching him, that somehow, he enjoys being the center of your attention.

Since then, every time he sees you drawing, he throws out comments like

"Make sure you capture my best angle." "If you do a portrait of me, I want it in my room"

He doesn't say it outright, but he loves the fact that you only have eyes for him.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is a businessman. He knows that his image is crucial, that people look at him with admiration or distrust.

But when he sees your drawings, he's speechless. It's not the calculated image he always projects; it's him, at his most natural.

In your sketches, you captured him smiling contentedly after a successful deal, losing himself in thought while reading, taking off his glasses with a tired sigh.

"This… is quite unexpected"

If you confess that you simply enjoy drawing him because you like the way he looks, Azul covers his mouth with his hand to hide the trembling of his lips.

"Ah… I see. How interesting."

But he can't stop thinking about it. You look at him in a way no one else has.

One day, without warning, he approaches you and places a cup of tea beside you.

"If you're going to draw me… do it now. I want to see how you do it."

It's not a demand. It's his way of asking you to keep looking at him, to keep your gaze on him.

Kalim Al-Asim

When Kalim discovers you've been filling pages with his drawings, he nearly collapses with excitement.

He doesn't understand why you would want to hide it; to him, this is wonderful.

"Wait, wait! Does that mean you look at me a lot? That's adorable!"

Unlike the other housewardens, he doesn't try to hide his happiness. On the contrary, he shows it with all his might.

"This makes me so happy! Can I keep one of your drawings? I'll frame it in my room!"

When you explain that you didn't mean for him to know, Kalim just laughs and waves his hand.

"Why not?! If you like me enough to draw me like that, then you should know that I really love you too!"

It's the most natural and sincere confession in the world.

From that day on, every time he sees you with your notebook, he approaches you with a big smile.

"Are you going to draw me today too? Let me pose for you!"

For Kalim, the fact that you portray him so lovingly means only one thing: your feelings for him are as great as his feelings for you.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil immediately realizes that you've been drawing him. He's an expert at noticing glances, at reading subtle gestures… and your gaze on him is something that hasn't gone unnoticed.

One day, when he happens to look through your notebook, he stops. He didn't expect to find entire pages filled with his sketches.

Each stroke is rendered with stunning delicacy, as if each line seeks to precisely capture his essence.

"My, my… So you've been watching me with such devotion"

He says with a satisfied smile, but his eyes sparkle.

When he confronts you about it, he looks you straight in the eye.

"Tell me, darling, why are you so obsessed with me?"

If you tell him you admire him because he's beautiful, Vil smiles, pleased.

But if you tell him you draw him because you want to capture his true essence, beyond the perfect image he shows the world, his expression changes.

"Hmph… So that's what you see in me"

He whispers, touching his lips with his fingers.

For the first time in a long time, someone has looked beyond the public image of Vil Schoenheit.

Since that day, every time you draw, Vil approaches you naturally.

"If you want to portray my beauty, at least let me pose for you properly,"

He says elegantly, but deep down, he wants you to continue seeing only him.

Until one day, he leans into your ear and whispers,

"If you've already fallen so deeply for me, why don't you admit it? Show me that your obsession with me goes beyond the limits of your notebook…"

Idia Shroud

Idia never thought anyone would find him worthy of being drawn, much less someone like you.

When he accidentally discovers your notebook full of his sketches, he panics completely.

"T-THIS IS A SYSTEM ERROR, THIS CAN'T BE REAL!"

He flips through it with trembling hands and realizes you've drawn things he never thought anyone would notice.

His hair illuminated by the screen in the dark.

The way his fingers move precisely on the keyboard.

His calm expression when he's focused on a game.

"What is this? Why did you do it? Is this some cruel joke from Fate's RNG?"

If you tell him you just enjoy drawing him because you like him, his hair turns completely pink in a second.

"S-Stop saying things like that, my emotional HP is at 1!"

From that day on, every time he sees you drawing, he gets nervous, but also happy :>

Until one day, between mumbles, he whispers to you

"Hum, if you like watching me so much… then… does that mean you like me…?"

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is used to people looking at him with fear or respect… but never with the warmth reflected in your drawings.

When he finds your notebook by chance and sees so many of his sketches, he falls silent for a moment.

The shadows of the night envelop him, but you have captured him with light.

His serene expression when he gazes at the stars.

The melancholy in his eyes when he walks alone through campus.

The gentleness with which he touches a gargoyle.

"That's how you see me…"

He murmurs, a strange feeling of warmth in his chest.

When he mentions it to you, it's not with mockery or embarrassment, but with genuine curiosity.

"Tell me, little artist… why do you watch me so much?"

If you tell him you simply enjoy drawing him because you find him fascinating, Malleus smiles gently.

"So… if you enjoy watching me, would you like to spend more nights with me?"

From that day on, Malleus becomes your personal model, letting you draw him while he tells you stories of ancient times in Briar Valley.

And when, one day, on a stormy night, he asks you in a low voice:

"Is this the destiny you have chosen? To look only at me, in all my facets?"

You will know that Malleus Draconia has already fallen head over heels for you.

[maopll]

"hey bro pass me the salt"

"...bro? you're not getting the salt"

yup, it was a bad idea, you knew it but the idea seemed hilarious! you never really call him anything other than his name or love, honey or sweetheart. but bro? or even dude? yeah no, never.

he seemed genuinely offended, he was casually eating and savouring every bite of his favourite meal that you cooked and instead of intimately asking him "how's the food honey?" you go for "pass me the salt bro" ? criminal offense you should be jailed.

and he is so damn dramatic that he too refused to call you anything but bro. at first you passed it off as like him getting back at you but it's been 2 WEEKS FOR GOD'S SAKE! if pettiness was a human then it would be them, literally.

"okay fine! I'm sorry I shouldn't have called you bro even though it sounded silly!"

you cling to his arm, out of frustration, and touch-starved as creases between your brows and a frown adorns your face. you nuzzle your face and rub it on his biceps in an attempt to break down that wall. "please baby please?" you make puppy eyes at him. this one's gotta work...

he hesitates for a moment before sighing and dipping his head to place a soft kiss on your lips. "anything but bro dear... please... I would want nothing but endearments and my name falling from your lips" and another kiss.

© 2024 maopll. do not copy, repost or modify my work in any form

NEUVILLETTE, WRIOTHESLEY, CAPITANO, DILUC, ANAXAGORAS, MYDEIMOS, PHAINON, DR RATIO, SUNDAY (he probably won't even be mad for that long), GOJO, VERGIL, CALEB, ZAYNE, AZUL, MALLEUS, VIL, SATAN, LUCIFER, ALUCARD

divider by @/cafekitsune (animated one)

[twstfanblog]

Heya can I get a Housewarden reacting to a male! reader that hides whatever injury he got form them when they overbloted but shrugged it off once they found out " hey worth it!"

Boys React to Injured Reader

Overblot Boys x Reader

A/N: I know the ask said male!reader but nothing really shows it to lean male or female aside from two uses of male pronouns.

Riddle

You got some pretty bad gashes on your arms from rose bushes being thrown at you going mach 4. They are decently heavy and though they didn't look it, had some pretty nasty thorns on them.

After Riddle's overblot, you had your arms wrapped up for a good few weeks afterwards from how deep they were. He wouldn't notice them since the uniform is long sleeved. But if you modify your uniform to be shorter, they'd be easier to notice.

Once he does notice them, he asks what you, Ace, Deuce, and Grim got into that left you so injured. Then he feels AWFUL when you tell him the gashes were from his overblot.

He's babbling out apologies, insisting that he takes you to an actual doctor to get properly healed and checked for infections. You live in an abandoned building and you have open wounds for the sake of the Seven.

Gets so quiet when you manage to tell him you don't mind the gashes. Yeah, they're annoying, doing anything has become a chore because of them. But, they're like a trophy for helping save him.

Becomes so aware of your arms now, manages to get some advanced medical potions to decrease chances of scarring. Also, would you...maybe join him in the garden? For tea? Alone?

Leona

All of that sand whipping around was not good for anyone, and it definitely wasn't good for you. It managed to burst a blood vessel in your eyes, which isn't so bad. What was bad was that your cornea was scratched.

It was pretty easy to notice you were hurt in the aftermath, with everyone being in the infirmary when you woke up. Leona asked what the eyepatch was for, seeing how you've never worn one before.

The sigh he does once you explain that it was from sand whipping around during his overblot. Wants to see the damage even when you tell him it was really minor and set to be healed within the week.

Everyone kinda freaks out seeing your eye. It's very much still a mess even after the first dose of treatments to make sure you don't get an infection. But even with it being such a mess, you're all smiles because it doesn't mean anything to you. Leona is safe and sound and that's all that matters to you in the end.

Plus, if you did go blind or something, wouldn't it be kind of cool? You and Leona can have matching eye injuries!

Leona doesn't think that's funny and tells you as much. But for the next week, he's suddenly always around when you need to put your drops in. He'll do it for you since he claims you're squeamish and doing it wrong.

Azul

Azul is very strong in his mer form, he also has a lot of arms for grabbing people he was planning on maiming. He only had a grasp on you for a few moments, but it was enough focused pressure to crack a rib.

You only took notice once you went back to the Coral Sea Museum. The change in pressure makes your ribs ache even more than they were before. Azul took notice and tried to find the cause of your pain. But in the end he and the group made way to an underwater clinic to get you professionally checked.

The guilt he feels hearing your rib was cracked is enough to make him want to go back into his pot. Once back on land, you go straight to the infirmary until further notice.

He won't come visit for a while, sending the twins in his place to deliver you food from the lounge and to help with your breathing exercises. They're the ones who tease him about how you want to see him, to check up on him.

Jade all coy saying 'He was quite concerned about your well-being.' Floyd chimed in 'Lil Shrimpy says his messed up ribs are a good trade if it means you're ok~.'

Azul starts to show up instead of the twins at the tail end of your healing period. He's made you a study guide and gifted you his past notes to help you catch up on the classes you've missed. He also doesn't want to this to be...something that he owes you for. So maybe, once you're all healed, you can come to the lounge office to have a private meal with him. On the house.

Jamil

Your arm had a hairline fracture once you landed in the sand. Nothing too bad, adrenaline was pumping and you barely even felt it. After Jamil's overblot, it felt more sore than anything so you ignored it again.

But when Ace and Deuce show up, Deuce gives you a too strong of a high-five and suddenly, your arm is completely snapped. The party screeched to a halt while Jamil and Kalim quickly check you over.

Jamil is confused on how your arm is broken. Everyone else is completely fine and he doubts Deuce is that strong to break your bone through a high-five. Then Azul points out that you possibly landed on it wrong in the fall from...being flung across an entire desert.

Congrats, you are now an honorary Scarabia member! Because neither Kalim nor Jamil are letting you just go back to Ramshackle with a broken arm. Jamil's running himself even more ragged tending to the Kalim, the dorm, and now you.

You stop him, reminding him you broke an arm, not a leg. If he thinks this is a debt thing, you're not mad, or expecting him to pay you back for being the reason you broke your arm. You're just happy he's ok.

Jamil stops appearing around you for a while, well after your arm is healed. But you keep getting Tupperwares of dinner from Kalim. He states 'Jamil made too much'. Which we all know is a big fat lie.

Vil

(Gonna just pretend Idia doesn't kidnap them like a day later)

Magical smug had to have some type of ill effect other than the poisoning, and it did. The others were able to deal with the after-effects of Vil's overblot via magic immune systems, you are not so lucky.

What started off as a simple cough slowly progressed into hacking and shortness of breath. You had avoided Vil because you just thought it was a simple illness, and the last thing the starlet needed was getting ill. Only for him to be the one to find you on your knees, coughing and struggling to breathe.

Carried you to the infirmary where you're diagnosed with a form of magic-based pneumonia. Blot-based mucus was wreaking havoc in your lungs and it was only going to get worse without proper treatment.

Vil stayed by your side until you fell asleep that first night, then you didn't see him for a week. There'd be little gifts on your nightstand from him; throat-soothing candies, sinfully soft luxury brand tissues. So he was visiting but only when you were asleep.

You see him again when it's the middle of the night and he wakes you up to take a potion he's spent the past week crafting with Crewel's help. He hasn't been sleeping and it's noticeable. Scolds you when you state you're worried about him. Barely lets you semi-confess and is instead force-feeding you the potion. You can declare your admiration once you're well.

Idia

It shouldn't have happened the way it did. Appendicitis normally takes longer than what it took for you to be curled over in pain. Luckily, you were a top-grade science facility surrounded by geniuses. They put you in a full body scanner and quickly saw you had an infection in your stomach.

Even with everything that just happened, you were prepped for surgery in a matter of minutes. They barely got the confirmation from you that the little organ wasn't a necessary part of your digestion system. So it was coming out before it got any worse.

After the surgery, you're able to tell the doctors that an appendix can become infected and burst, but you were completely fine beforehand, so you're not entirely sure what happened. It was revealed your appendix was already infected before you entered STYX and the mild exposure to the Gates sped it up to the point it was ready to burst.

Idia is about to cringe so hard that he travels dimensions. He wants to fling himself off the edge into the Gates like Vil did. This is his fault because he can't just go to fucking therapy like a normie. No, he had to try to do global genocide.

You calm him down, stating it's not as bad as he's making it out to be. And if anything it kind of helped? your ailment was still bound to happen and instead of it happening on campus with no one really able to help, it happened at a cutting-edge science facility. Plus, he's still there with you, that's what's important.

So Mama Shroud has already added you to the family registry, you get a monthly allowance of 10k, and added to the Shuroud family weekly video calls to check up. Idia can still barely look you in the eyes because what do you MEAN being together is what's important? what kind of fucking friends to lovers ass dialogue choice was that? That was so cringe, you should be embarrassed. He says as he fumbles his words now every time he sees you.

Malleus

All you knew was that something was wrong. Dealing with all of the other's dream shenanigans, you could feel in the back of your mind, your body was trying to alert you to something. You only realize when everything is over and everyone is waking up

You are barely able to open your eyes, your head is pounding and it feels like you have water in your ears. Everyone is concerned, Lilia manages to get them all away so he can look you over himself. Checking behind your head only to feel blood and that your ears are leaking a clear type of fluid. When Malleus put everyone to sleep, you fell and literally bounced your head off of the stone floor of Diasomnia.

He was already embarrassed and ashamed of himself, one for overblotting and now for hurting his dear friend. He pays for you to be taken to a hospital and tended to properly. Visits every day while you sleep and just watches you. Leaves you blessed fruits for a speedy recovery.

Is so relieved once you're on the better side of healed, you look much less corpse-ish and have more pep in your voice again. Apologizes, offers a life debt, swears if you wish it he'll never show his face around you again. His actions nearly got you killed and the longer his overblot lasted the more likely it would have been too late no matter what happened.

Actually starts crying when you tell him the injury doesn't matter to you. That fact your 'dear friend' Tsunotaro is ok is all you need to feel well and at peace. Now there's a dragon in the bed with you, no the doctors can not get him to move. They can work around him.

[b0kevi]

saying “let’s make out” every time they(house warden + jamil) do something hot

summary: whenever they do something attractive you blurt out ‘let’s make out’ to see what they’ll do

trope: established relationship, suggestive themes

info: making out obv, they/them pronouns, gender neutral reader, not proofread

character: riddle, leona, azul, kalim, jamil, vil, idia, malleus (epel, jade, floyd, lilia, ortho mentioned)

w/c: riddle: 465 leona: 456 azul: 499 kalim: 532 jamil: 424 vil: 435 idia: 527 malleus: 493

riddle

no.

red as his hair

will scream no until he caves

only in private

gentle make out sessions

riddle was currently scolding at his dorm mates for failing to listen and interrupting your guys time together in the garden.

you didn’t mind but the way riddle was so assertive and how he looked in his house warden uniform, you couldn’t help but stare.

once they left, he turned towards you to apologize but before he could say anything you said,

“we should make out.”

he’s so red you don’t know where his hairline starts.

“w-where did that come from?! w-we are in public! that’s against rule 565! absolutely not!”

“hm does that mean we can in private? is that against the queens rules?”

he thought for a moment before grabbing your hand, he pulled you towards the dorm as he walked in front of you to hide his flushed face.

“I.. suppose it isn’t. come on now.”

°˖➴

“this is inappropriate my rose…”

you currently pulled riddle into the nearest empty room you could find.

he was helping out his fellow dorm mates study, you were there to study as well but you were way too distracted by riddles voice.

the way he was assertive yet soft spoken with them. he wanted to make sure the information was getting to them but didn’t want to sound too strict or rude.

that made you snap as you pulled him away from the group.

“is it against the queens rules to want to make out with your very attractive partner?”

riddle placed his hands on your shoulders to keep some distance between you two but he wasn’t doing a good job, he made no effort to push you away

“we have to get back now.” you frowned as you placed a small peck on the edge of his lips.

“no, we can do this later.”

“…no…”

riddle made a frustrated sound before crashing his lips towards yours.

“you’re a bad influence my rose.”

°˖➴

riddle has been cooped up in his room all day. you came over to check on him, reminding him to take breaks but when he’s studying— old habits die hard.

words were not getting through him so you had to resort to actions.

you landed a kiss on his jawline which made him freeze and flare up.

“h-huh?!”

you place more kisses on his jaw and cheek

“w-what are you doing??”

the more kisses you place the redder he gets. he knew what you were doing, he so badly wanted to push you away but he could never do that to you.

he cups your face before boldly pulling your face to his.

roughly kissing you at first but later eases up, gently kissing you, letting all his tension flow away as he kisses you silly.

leona

100% ego boost

cocky

will make out with you right then and there no matter where you are

lazy make out sessions

makes you take the lead until he gets in the mood and takes over

Leona wasn’t doing anything fancy, all he was doing was tidying his hair up in a high ponytail, getting ready for spell drive training.

you were watching him get ready. you love when he puts his hair up, makes him look even more handsome, and leona is already extremely handsome. you’re practically memorized

“we should totally make out.”

he froze a second- caught off guard by your words then smirked at you, you could practically see his ego inflating

“getting bold now herbivore?”

he doesn’t hesitate to give it to you. he crawls towards you, grabbing your waist and attaching his lips to yours roughly.

he might be a little late to practice, but it’s worth it since he’s spending his time with you and getting a reward of seeing the aftermath of your messy face.

°˖➴

it was your first time seeing leona in his official spell drive uniform and

oh my sevens.

he was with his team going over the plan for the game and you couldn’t help but admire how well the uniform looks on him. once he finished, you couldn’t help but say

“let’s make out.”

he chuckles, “what? is that supposed to motivate me?”

his teammates heard— scoffing and snickering.

“i really don’t need to see that before a game..” you could hear epel muttering afar.

leona smirked wide, loving when you get bold enough to say that in public, he’s not afraid to show everyone who you belong to. he pulled you in, devouring your lips right in front of everyone which made everyone gagged— leaving to do something else.

°˖➴

Leona was taking a nap per usual but something about the way the sunlight casted down on his face, enhancing his features made you giddy.

"we should make out."

leona opened one eye to look at you, questioning what you just said. after seeing your determine face, he knew he heard right and you were serious

"then you better get over here herbivore, before I change my mind."

you smiled wide as you jumped on top of him, his hands immediately found your hips to balance you. you kissed him slowly first as he lazily replied.

slow and lazy yet you could feel his love pouring out while running his hands up and down your sides until he started to feel more awake. He’ll never say it out loud but through his actions that’s when it started getting more heated, you had your turn now it’s time for him to show you who’s the king.

azul

flustered everytime

never say that in public, if the twins heard that.. he will hide in his octopod

will only do it if you’re alone

sweet make sessions, not too rough not too gentle

secretly loves when you want to make out

you were waiting for azul to finish up some business at mostro lounge when someone approached you, clearly flirting with you.

you kept reminding them you have a boyfriend and are not interested but they were persistent.

“come on, just one date? then you’ll see if you still want to be with this ‘boyfriend’” you looked disgusted but before you could say anything a voice came behind them.

“that will not be happening. as you can see we are going out on our own date right now, they made it clear they are not interested so please get out or do I need to show you where the door is?” azul was by your side as you saw the twins looming over the person. they got the message and headed out.

“are you alright my pearl?”

“we should make out.” you blurted out as you found that attractive, the twins were snickering as azul turned pink.

“w-what?! what are you- let’s just go.”

°˖➴

azul was scheming up contracts while you were keeping him company. this gave you the opportunity to get a good look at him, the way his glasses sat at the bridge of his nose, beauty mark looking so kissable right now..

you walked behind his chair looking over his shoulder pretending to be interested before casually saying,

“we should make out right now.”

his pen stopped abruptly, messing up what he was writing. you could see his ears turning pink

“w-well, ahem. I guess I do need a break…” he looked around the room even though it was just the two of you, he pulled you onto his lap still looking flustered and guiding himself to your lips.

°˖➴

“my pearl… i’ve told you about this.” you once again announce that you wanted to make out instead of the twins again. he can only take so much of their teasing.

he will gladly do it with no cost but please stop saying it in front of them.

“sorry zul… but… can we?” you had the hopeful glint in your eyes that he couldn’t resist, your lucky he pulled you in his vip room because he really did wanted to kiss you silly.

he sighs, “I should make you pay… but i’ll let it slide just this once.” he cradled your face as he kisses you shyly.

kissing azul was always so sweet, you could tell he was nervous but he put on a front of being confident. azul always sets a steady pace, making it enjoyable for you two.

*knock knock*

“quit sucking each others faces! bleh”

“there are quite a lot of people out here.”

the tips of azuls ears were pink as he groaned. getting one last kiss before he had to leave.

kalim

giggly

loves kissing you, will do it, you don’t even need to ask

will laugh and smile throughout the session

he’s so happy, he can’t keep his hands off you

doesn’t matter where you are but he doesn’t want jamil yelling at him so will prefer private

you and kalim were outside enjoying the sun as he was talking about his day and anything that came to him. he was so bright that your face always hurts when you’re around him from smiling so much.

he was currently making a flower crown as he continued to talk, you were supposed to be making one as well for him but you got distracted as you stared at kalim.

his eyes were like ruby’s as you got lost in them, suddenly remembering how sweet he is. he always saw the good in everything which you loved and admired, it was a nice change considering everyone else at nrc.

“we should make out.” you muttered as you were thinking about all the sweet moments with kalim.

“okay!” kalim didn’t hesitate to lean over to peck your lips then diving back in to leave longer and loving kisses, giggling every once in a while through your lips. he never questions you, always willing or finding excuses(or just straight up) to kiss you.

one hand was running through your hair while the other was playing with your fingers.

°˖➴

kalim invited you to watch him practice at his club and you gladly accepted.

kalim was so talented at the drums it blew you away. they sounded so good and you were having a great time enjoying the music.

kalims outfit was so casual, he was so cute with his beanie you wanted to smooch his face so bad. you were trying so hard to not interrupt him.

practice was finally over and kalim rushed over to you giggling.

“what did you think?”

“you were amazing baby! you were so cool, we should make out.” kalim eyes widened before laughing loudly

“my, young love…” lilia commented as he exited.

“you’re so silly habibi!” he gives you the biggest kiss with the loudest ‘MWAH’ sound. he’s smiling through your kisses while cupping your face between his hands.

will not stop until someone kicks you two out.

°˖➴

“UGH I’ve missed you so much habibi…” jamil didn’t leave kalims side at all today, making sure he gets stuff done and doesn’t do anything crazy which left no time for you two.

kalim has been dying for your affection all day. he plopped down on his bed, pulling you into his grasp

“can we make out… pleaseee?” kalim asked as he’s already placing sweet kisses on your neck and cheek.

you giggle, “i was just about to ask you that.”

kalim lights up as he makes his way to your lips.

laughing through your kisses, always pulling away a bit to kiss the other parts of your face as his hands roam over your body.

he always enjoys moments like this where he can fully love you without anyone interfering or jamil pulling them away. he can let his love overflow through his kisses and touches so you get the message.

jamil

hides behind his hood

you’re crazy

savory make out sessions, loves taking his time with you

he’s very busy so will have to wait until he gets a break

if he could he would do it anywhere anytime

Jamil was making food for yet another party kalim was throwing. you were accompanying him, helping out here and then.

you love watching him cook, how he moves so effortlessly through the kitchen, you couldn't help but blurt out what was on your mind.

"we should totally make out right now.."

jamil paused his cutting. his face heated up but he could just blame the boiling water. he swiftly put his hood up so you couldn’t see his face, trying to play it off

"what are you talking about? help me get these in the water." he changed the subject but he would definitely love to make out with you, maybe he will later.

°˖➴

jamil invited you to watch him play basketball since you’ve been asking him. he moves so agile, making baskets mostly every time. he looks so fine with his hair up, sweat dripping down his face.

they were taking a break and you handed jamil his water bottle,

“you looked so cool out there jamil! we should make out.”

he almost spat out his water. so caught off guard because of your compliment then your statement.

he couldn’t hide his face with his hood so he just used his hand to hide his blush.

“you’re crazy.”

he tried to play it off but then he looked around to make sure no one was listening to them before mumbling

“as much as I would love to right now… we can later, promise.”

°˖➴

jamil finally got time to himself but it was nighttime. that didn’t matter to you, you were just happy to spend time with him. he was currently taking out his braids as you laid in his bed.

before you could get the words out, jamil was already on top of you, devouring your lips.

“i’ve been waiting all day to do that.” he muttered against your lips, leaving kisses all over your face as he continues to speak, “you don’t know how badly I wanted to kiss you every time you asked to make out.” he kisses your jaw, “you drive me insane.”

he basically is sucking the air out of you, savoring the taste of your lips since it’s so rare for him to spend time with you, he loves to take advantage of the time he has to himself.

vil

you’ll ruin his makeup, no

admires your forwardness

either elegant and soft make out sessions or messy sessions depending on what he’s doing later

doesn’t mind messing up his makeup if you’re alone and he doesn’t have to go anywhere later

if he has a shoot, no he will not kiss you, don’t think about it

Vil was trying new makeup products and invited you over to his room to try them out. you love when he does your makeup you get to shamelessly admire him up close. he was putting blush on you, one hand holding your chin up as he applied it to your cheek.

“we should make out…”

his eyes widen then soften as he laughed, you can be so forward when you wanted to.

“that will ruin our makeup dear.” he saw you pout and he couldn’t help himself. he sighs and pulled you closer to him

“you’re lucky my schedule is free today. i’m all yours~” he attacked your lips, he can’t wait to see the finish result of your guys ruined faces.

°˖➴

Vil was at a photo shoot and you were accompanying him, he looked so radiant you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

the photographer told him to take five as he reviewed the photos, vil made his way to you who smiled brightly,

“we should totally make out.. right now..”

vil pinched your cheeks, he could feel your stares and knew you were up to something, “absolutely not. we’re not done here and you’ll ruin my makeup. I know how you get.”

“pleaseee..”

“no.”

“one kiss?”

“no. you can wait after.”

there’s no convincing him when his mind is made up.

°˖➴

“my love, I have a meeting with the director in ten minutes no.” Vil stated as he was touching up, making sure he looked presentable.

you whined at vil saying you guys should make out but of course vil wouldn’t allow it.

“that’s enough time for a couple of kisses…”

vil glared at you through his mirror as to give you a warning to behave but you never listen. you needed to kiss him now.

“fine. just a few. don’t go crazy, I don’t want to test to see if this lipstick is smudge proof.” he finally broke after your constant begging.

he gently took your chin and pulled you in, he kissed you softly, not going too deep or rough to ruin anything.

when vil kisses you like this he’s always so poise, trying to restrain himself from breaking and giving in since he has somewhere to be soon.

“you’re something else my love.”

idia

you break him every time you say it

hairs fully pink

wants to but will NOT make the first move you have to take initiative

awkward make out sessions, he has to warm up before he gets comfortable

only ever in private, he doesn’t leave his room

“we should make out.”

idia.exe has stopped working. crashing out. reboot reboot.

“H-HUHHHH?!”

idia was in a boss fight, so focused on it that it made you smile while you were sitting on his bed watching him play, you didn’t want to bother him since you know how he gets during game but you just had to say what was on your mind.

“y-you’re joking right? is this a prank? where’s the camera?” the tips of his hair is pink as he hides his face, trying to shrink.

“i’m serious idia! we should!”

he still doesn’t believe you, still trying to hide from you but can’t really go anywhere since you’re in his safe haven.

“n-no way! i haven’t even unlocked that yet! we’re only on affinity level 50… making out is totally a level 100 thing…”

he will keep rambling saying this isn’t real, making excuses until you make the first move.

°˖➴

you watched idia work on new equipment for ortho, he was telling you about all the technical stuff and how it will improve ortho which you love when he gets passionate and is willing to talk to you before he gets shy and thinks you don’t care.

“I really think this will improve his speed which could make him go at least-“

“we should make out.”

you watched his hair go from blue to pink in an instant.

he dropped to the floor, hiding himself. “w-what is wrong with you? you can’t just drop that crazy one liner! when did I get into an otome game…”

“maybe when you started dating me.”

“I-I wasn’t ready for that!”

°˖➴

“I can do it… I can do it…” idia is currently hyping himself to kiss you.

you had asked him to make out five minutes ago but he got flustered and is hiding over his sheet. don’t get him wrong, he absolutely wants to make out with you! it’s just hard for him since he’s not use to this, he needs a minute… or two… or five.

“idia, baby, we don’t have to.”

“NO! uh, I-I do I just uhm…” you smiled at him fondly as you removed the sheet over his head, you placed you hand on his cheek before slowly moving in still giving him time to pull away.

“I’m going to kiss you now okay?”

idia appreciates you so much, he nodded, sweating from the proximity as you finally kissed him.

it was slow and gentle. never rushing him, letting him have room to pull away if he wants, but he takes this time to get more comfortable

a few more kisses in, idia is more relaxed as he decided to go deeper and rougher, he needs to take a chance before he regrets it.

when he’s with you he gets a spring of confidence. hes always comfortable with you. you’re his player two, his healer.

malleus

how bold of you to say that to him

will gladly accept no matter where he is

you can text him and he will be at your door as soon as you send it

assertive make out sessions, kisses you like there’s no tomorrow

LOVES it

“we should make ou-“

“I agree.”

you didn’t even get the full sentence out before malleus is already on you gripping your waist.

you couldn’t help but laugh, he’s so lovesick it’s adorable.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, “i’m glad we’re on the same page.”

he’s already savoring your mouth, everytime you share a kiss it leaves you breathless. malleus will always show you how much he loves you, you can feel it through his kisses.

malleus is never an inch away from your face, he sometimes forgets you need to breathe so when you pull away he’s right there following you, waiting to dive back in again.

when you block him to catch your breathe he moves down to your neck and collarbone.

very clingy dragon, once you two start making out he will not let you go anywhere for the rest of the day.

°˖➴

malleus was out at his gargoyle club, you couldn’t join him since you were busy studying. He still called you through to talk about gargoyles, his voice is quite nice to listen to so you didn’t mind.

you’ve been at it nonstop so you took a little break to pay attention to malleus.

he has been going at it, spitting out facts about gargoyles and the history about them.

he’s so passionate you wish you could have joined him so you could see his outfit. the way the wind blows though his hair, you can slightly see his scales on his forehead, oh you miss him.

“we should make out.”

he stopped talking.

*knock knock*

“huh? hold on mal someone’s here.”

it was malleus who still had his phone to his ear at your doorstep.

…

“you are quite the bold one, child of man.”

malleus was visiting late at night like he usually does when you so happen to blurt out about wanting to make out with him

“not many would dare to say that to me.”

“well I would hope not.”

you stated as you pulled him closer by his shirt

“you’re mine and you better only make out with him.”

malleus widened his eyes then let out a real genuine laugh. he absolutely loves how bold you are with him, it shows that you’re not afraid of him and feel comfortable around him.

“I would never be with another. for you will be the only one I spend the rest of my life with, until the end.”

he says into your neck before leaving pecks, trailing his way up to your lips, sucking the air out of your lungs. kissing you like there’s no tomorrow, really showing you that you’re the only one for him.

______๑♡⁠๑______

habibi = my love/beloved (I used google translate I don’t speak arabic)

a/n: THIS IS ASS UGH most of these are the same omg.. idk why riddle was so hard to think of.. writers block or smth.

a/n: whenever I play games n the li does something hot or anything i’m like ‘omggg let’s make out rn’ idk i’ve been playing lads and that one scene where zanye was jealous.. i was like okayy let’s make out RN anyways have a good night/day <3