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[jeckys-twisted-storys]

Let's tease with ease...

There’s a whisper in the halls of Night Raven College—

Something older than spells, quieter than footsteps, and sharp enough to cut through certainty.

Ramshackle has a new resident.

She didn’t knock. She didn’t smile.

But the house let her in.

And now?

Even the boldest students can’t decide if she’s a mystery to be solved—

or a warning they’ve already missed.

“She barely talks. Wears black. Looks at you like she can see through walls.”

Leona leaned back, unimpressed.

“Sounds like Silver on caffeine.”

Something—or someone—has arrived at Ramshackle. And no one knows what to make of her.

“That’s irresponsible!” Riddle snapped. “We’re students. And we’re supposed to just accept some adult stranger among us like it’s… normal?”

“Oh, I don’t think she’s normal,” Azul replied, flipping open his notebook.

“And that’s exactly why she interests me.”

Vil’s voice was calm. Too calm.

“I’m not saying she’s harmless. But I’m not saying she’s dangerous either. She could be… for those who feel too safe.”

Rook, of course, was smiling.

“A riddle that’s already solved you, before you even see it.”

Cater, grinning:

“Okay but—can I say she’s hot? I said it.”

“It’s not about ‘hot or not’. It’s about presence. And I think she’s here to shift something...

Trey looked at Riddle.

You know how you get when things start to shift.”

Idia didn't look up.

“This is a horror movie in slow motion. Next time, she’ll bring an unmarked book and read it outside in a thunderstorm.”

Azul just smiled.

“I’ll be conducting some research.”

She hasn’t said much....

But the Tower is already listening.

Be prepared.

The wind’s changed, and something wicked might just be watching....

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🕯️✨ Welcome, my spellbound scribes –

This is your Twisted Writing Witch speaking,

weaving words in the shadows of Night Raven College.

But before I begin my next revision spell, I need your voice, your will, your wicked reader’s vote:

Which of these five fanfiction concepts should I revise & translate first?

🔮-*-*-*-*-*-*-🔮

🔹 1. Azul x Rival – A Reluctant Waltz

Two enemies, one forced dance. What starts with resistance might end in a heartbeat stolen mid-spin.

🔹 2. Floyd x Reader – First Love, First Fear

Floyd is changing. Azul and Jade watch as their unpredictable friend begins to feel something unfamiliar… and real.

🔹 3. Azul x Reader (19+) – The Woman Who Unsettles Him

She's older, kind, composed. Too composed. Azul doesn't trust it—and it's driving him mad.

🔹 4. Sebek x Fiery Reader – Clash of Storms

Pride meets passion. Sparks fly. And for the first time, Sebek is not the one in control.

🔹 5. Trey x Reader – Soft Obsession

He rarely thinks of anything but duty… except her. She lingers, unspoken, in every pause.

💫☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆💫

✨ Comment, reblog with your vote, or send me a raven (DM).

The story with the most support will be revised & translated first.

🔮 Choose with your soul. I’ll follow the strongest pull.

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Octavinelle Trio x Reader - What do girls do?

Song fic. For the mooooode. One link. I think Floyd would so go with this one... Let's bewitch them!

(She/her/fem!MC, more Floyd and Azul, you are MC)

The lounge was quiet—only the soft bubbling of aquarium filters and the faint clink of glass broke the silence. Just past five. The guests were long gone, the noise faded. It was cleanup time.

MC pulled her phone from her apron, connected it to the lounge’s sound system. A few taps, a confirming beep—and then the beat kicked in.

"Girls,... what do girls do?"

The bass rolled through the room—sultry, playful, bold. Her expression barely shifted, but the way she moved said it all. Tray in hand, she swayed slightly at the hips as she weaved between tables. Smooth. Natural. Effortless.

Back hallway – just outside the kitchen

Footsteps. Then silence.

Jade was raising a brow: “Is that… our part-timer?”

Floyd followed grinning: “Heeeh~ I didn’t know Shrimpy listened to that kinda music~”

Azul, reviewing a discount campaign on his clipboard, paused mid-step. His gaze slid toward the main room. Not because he was curious. Of course not.

Azul: “She connected her device to the lounge system? That’s… unauthorized.”

Yet he didn’t move.

Main lounge

"I like girls ... who look like you..."

MC set the tray down, stretched briefly. Her eyes wandered to the ceiling, then closed, just for a second. The music flowed through her. With the next beat, she stepped aside with a fluid motion, almost like a spin. Then she reached for a stack of plates—her movements smooth, rhythmic, no longer just routine.

The song turned her work into something like a dance.

"You got the.... moves ... make me... ooh..."

She wasn’t “dancing” - not officially. But the sway of her hips, the roll of her shoulders, the bounce in her step—it all told another story.

Azul’s eyes followed her. Jade watched him.

Jade amused folded his hands behindhis back: “I think you like girls who dance.”

Azul dryly stated: “I like employees who stay focused on their tasks.”

Floyd started snickering: “Sure, Boss~ Then stop starin’.”

But Azul didn’t.

" You ... Moves ... Ooh ... You..."

The breakdown hit—sensual, magnetic, hypnotic. In that exact moment, Floyd stepped silently into the room.

MC stood by the bar, hips gently swaying as she wiped the counter. Her body moved like the music was part of her.

Then:

Two hands at her waist.

“Hey, Shrimpy~ I like girls who dance like you~”

She startled, turning halfway, wide-eyed, a blush rising to her cheeks.

You: “Floyd!? What—”

“You started it. I just wanted to join in~”, he stated grinning.

"You like girls and girls like... you..."

Floyd moved to the beat, close, natural. He drew her in. No pressure—just rhythm, warmth, and playful energy.

MC laughed, nervous at first, then freer. Their bodies swayed in sync. A step back, a twirl, a shoulder roll. Floyd leaned in, whispering near her ear:

“You fit our world more than you think, Shrimpy~”

Off to the side

Azul stood frozen. Stiff posture, eyes locked on them.

Something twisted in his gut—he couldn’t tell if it was irritation, jealousy… or something more dangerous.

Azul, in his thoughts:

"He touches her. She lets him. She laughs..."

No movement in his body, but his heart beating against his ribcage.

"...and I’m the only one standing still."

“If you want to keep her, perhaps you should try dancing, Azul.”, Jade stated in a soft voice.

“I don’t dance.”, he replied a little to fast.

Jade: “Then she may belong to someone who does.”

Final line of the song

"Girls, ... what do girls do? I like girls who ... look like you..."

The song faded. MC caught her breath, glancing at Floyd. He simply winked.

You: “You’re ridiculous.”

Floyd: “But you danced with me~”

And Azul? He turned and disappeared into the shadows—not because he was retreating, but because something inside him was starting to burn.

Something no contract and no calculation could suppress.

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