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Five Year Reunion

Vil x GN! Reader [Warnings: Smoking]

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Five years after graduation Vil returns to Night Raven College for his class reunion and finds a familiar face he thought he'd never see again.

It took twelve letters from Crowley, his father’s encouragement, and a long conversation with Rook, but eventually, Vil caved and accepted the invitation for his five-year reunion at Night Raven College. Though he was reluctant at first, curiosity had begun to get the better of him as he thought back to his days at school and of his old classmates. He’d kept in contact with Rook, though many others had been lost to him.

Watching from the window of his car, the familiar grounds came into view. Easily, Vil stepped out of his car, paparazzi crowding him immediately like moths to light. Cameras flashed relentlessly around him as they swarmed. He covered his eyes with his arm and made his way through the familiar gates. As he crossed the threshold onto school grounds, the mob was forced to fall behind. Left now to his thoughts, nostalgia hit him hard and fast. It was all just how he remembered it. Idly he came to the seven statues, running his fingers along the metal plaque, tracing letters.

The reunion was being held in the botanical gardens. He knew the path well but still glanced at the signs in case he somehow had forgotten. As he made his way towards the greenhouse he couldn’t help but reminisce. He hesitated to call his school days simpler times, but he still looked back fondly.

All too quickly he found himself at the propped-open doors to the gardens. Lights and music streamed out into the early winter night and as he stood on the precipice familiar eyes landed on him. Rook quickly came forward, bringing him in for a tight hug and letting go before Vil could scold him. He clasped a heavy hand on Vil’s shoulder and put a champagne flute in his hand. Though he’d kept in contact with him, it had been a long time since he had seen him in person. He could easily ascertain Rook had hardly lost the energy or enthusiasm he had in school. Rook took his arm, leading him inside. With the poetic waxing, it was plain to see Rook was caught in the claws of nostalgia as much as he was.

Over the course of the night, Vil saw a handful of familiar faces and noticed a few missing. Leona was pleasant enough, a lioness at his side keeping him polite. Cater and Trey stopped to say hello, Trey’s arm around Cater’s shoulder. Stroud, Draconia and Vanrouge hadn’t come, though that wasn’t surprising.

Others he remembered more vaguely came up to him. He’d known that the night wouldn’t be free of harassment. He expected people to gawk or snap photos from afar. He hadn’t quite anticipated the level. Old classmates crowded him. He could hardly move without a new person bombarding him. They wanted the normal things. An autograph, a photo — though many of them simply shoved a camera in his face, the flash blinding him for seconds afterward. Other times they wanted him to play a part, bark on command. They’d look to their friend or partner and say something along the lines of “See! I told you I knew Vil Schonenheit. He remembers me, right?”

Perhaps he’d gotten bitter. He did remember them. Most of them at least and he remembered himself. Who he was five years ago… a mess that refused to admit it. At least he knew that now. He also remembered a younger version of himself so eager to impress. Back then he would have taken the time and said their name, shook their hand. He wasn’t so young anymore though. He was tired, so he just smiled, nodded and said goodbye.

Crowley had begged for him to participate as a speaker, going on and on about how wonderful it would be for Vil to give back, how rewarding it would be. Of course, he wasn’t so naïve to believe all that, not when Crowley had a reputation for shameless self-promotion. Vil refused and he felt vindicated as cameras came out, surely for some school promotion, pointed to the stage as his fellow alumni took the spotlight. With attention drawn up front, he saw an opportunity to slip away. Leaning against the exit door, he watched the assembly from afar, the speakers just barely reaching him. He debated leaving altogether.

“Excuse me.”

Vil let out a long, tired sigh, “I’m done with pictures for the night.” He bit.

“Oh,” They paused, trailing off awkwardly, “I was actually trying to leave.”

Vil immediately moved off of the exit and looked at the stranger. Suddenly, it clicked. “Yuu?” He asked, nearly incredulous, eyes wide, mouth open, “What… you’re still here?”

Yuu chuckled awkwardly, “Oh… yeah. Still over there too.” They added, pointing to the Ramshackle dorm in the distance. “Finally fixed it up… for the most part.”

Vil shook his head and furrowed his brows, “What are you still doing here? I thought you’d be home.”

Yuu shrugged, “It never worked out.” They answered, opening the door and stepping outside. Vil followed behind. “But I mean, it’s fine. I work here and I recently got my papers sorted out.” They explained, “Turns out I’m the third person to be granted interdimensional citizenship, so that’s cool.”

Vil nodded, still unable to fully grasp the fact. He’d left certain that they’d be gone. He still remembered their teary-eyed goodbye at graduation. It had just seemed so sure to happen he never thought to question it. Beside him Yuu had pulled out a cigarette and began lighting it, guarding against the wind as the light flicked. Eventually, they got it and took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Vil whispered. “If I’d known you were still here, I’d have visited.”

Yuu sighed, blowing the smoke away from Vil as best they could though the smell still wafted around them, “You were busy, don’t worry about it.”

Vil bit his tongue. Instinctively he wanted to say several things. He wanted to chastise them for smoking— tell them they should worry more about their health, their teeth, their skin, their lungs, their hair. He wanted to say that he would have made time to help or visit — or at least call — but he couldn’t bring himself to say any of it. He just watched their hands shake in the frigid air and thought how tired they looked.

“I saw your movies,” they mumbled, coughing into their sleeve.

Vil nodded, “What did you think?”

“They’re nice.” They shrugged, “I have a few in my dorm. I put them on sometimes for the sound, y'know?” They explained, looking to Vil, who furrowed his brow at the review.

“The sound?”

Bringing the cigarette to their lips they took a deep breath and sighed, “Yeah, I mean like… to hear people. The ghosts come and go, so it’s usually pretty quiet now…”

“Oh.” Vil offered, short and curt, for once at a loss for words. The Ramshackle dorm, in his memory, was always loud… and it wasn’t Yuu or the ghosts that made the noise. “What’s Grim doing these days?” Vil asked, his tone gentle but even so, he could see Grim must have been a sore subject.

“I don’t know.” They huffed, their tone souring as they spoke, “Graduated and left.” Crouching down, they pressed the butt of the cigarette into the path until the last ember was gone and tossed the rest into the bin. “It’s getting late so—“

“You said you fixed the dorm, right?” Vil interjected, a sudden panic taking over, “I’d be curious to see.”

Yuu paused, staring at him, their brows furrowed for a moment before they chuckled, a small smile pulling at their lips.

“Ahh, sure. Why not?” They agreed, beginning down the paved path, Vil following at their side. The way was lit by the same flicking lamps and the steps up to the Ramshackle were the same uneven stone, though missing now the weeds that had previously stuck out of each crack. The landscaping around the building had changed. It was a bit neater, more upkept and he could see what looked like a garden not far.

Inside the dorm was mostly what he remembered. There had clearly been some care put into it, new wax on the same uneven floorboards, a new coat of paint here and there. Furniture both new and old dotted the room. A few boxes sat in piles around the room, and papers scattered most surfaces.

Closing the door behind them, Yuu looked awkwardly about, before gesturing vaguely forward, “Crowley uses the basement for storage, so, it actually got some funding.”

Vil nodded fighting the urge to mention the dust that had clearly caked a number of untouched items. “What do you do here?” He asked, turning to look at them as they began through the foyer.

“Same stuff I did before.” They shrugged, “So, just whatever Crowley doesn’t want to do.”

Vil nodded idly, following Yuu as they gave a tour of the building. It brought him back. He could remember coaching the talent show here and visiting a number of times after. Eventually, Yuu stopped, the rant they were on about all the half-done projects and they just stared forward.

“It’s still not much… even with all the work.” They finally added, running their fingers over the chipping paint.

The air was tense, Vil could feel the heaviness in the room. His eyes caught on the paint, the way the summer humidity had clearly warped it only for the winter dryness to see it crack finally. His gaze flicked back to them. Older, but not all too different. He could still clearly see the Ramshackle Prefect he remembered running down hallways, arms always full. The same one who was there at arguably the worst times in his life. The same person who was kind to him despite everything.

He felt a smile pull at his lips as he remembered his all too conceded attempts to impress them.

Yuu sighed beside him, giving up on whatever thought they had. Looking away from the weathered paint and back to him, they furrowed their brow.

“What are you smiling about?” They asked, their tone equal parts curious and playful as a wry smile dawned on their lips. The moonlight streaming in from the window lit them in a sort of magical way. The same way it had when they were younger.

Vil was silent for a moment, washed away by the nostalgia of it all. “You look lovely tonight.”

They blinked, eyes wide and chuckled, “You don’t think my makeup looks like a child drew it on? Or my hair is neglected?” The asked, the same joking tone with a bit of bite to it.

He couldn’t help but cringe a little thinking back to how he’d shown his affection by belittling them before. Every compliment was followed by a critique, telling them the color of their shirt was wrong for them or how their hair would look better if they took better care of it — as if any of that stuff really mattered. It never worked, though looking back he was thankful it never drove them away either.

“I can’t remember if I ever said this but…” Vil hummed, his hands dug into his pockets, fists clenched, “I’m sorry. I was… perhaps not the easiest to get along with.”

He thought back to Epel. They had had a… messy falling out. At the time Vil couldn’t believe it, how anyone could be so foolish as to pass him up as a mentor.

Yuu nodded, a fond sigh coming from their chest, “You, and every other student. It’s water under the bridge.”

Vil hummed, a bit of relief coming to him but still, there was a pit in his stomach. A sort of nagging feeling that told him he wasn’t done.

“I mean it though,” Vil hummed, his voice low as he reached out to them, pushing their hair back to see their face. A face he thought he’d never see again, “You look lovely tonight. There’s nothing I would change.”

Staring back at him, owlish eyes that finally seemed awake. They smiled, leaning into his hand, “Where’s all this coming from?”

“I missed you.” Vil blurted before he could think. “I really thought that I’d never see you again.”

“Oh.”

“Can I kiss you?”

Vil stopped, and bit his tongue, his own words finally catching up with him. He couldn’t tell if the draft let in a chill or if it was his own forming dread. A part of him wanted to turn away, cut the tension and throw away the moment, but something else kept his eyes on them.

Yuu stared at him, lips parted, perhaps trying to answer or in shock. If the prior then they never found their thought, because they were silent as they took a step forward. Their hands hesitated, hovering centimeters from him, before settling on his chest. Mere inches away, Vil leaned forward his hands in their hair, closing the gap. Their lips met and immediately eyes shut. Soft and slow, Yuu trailed their hands slowly to his shoulders, clasping around his neck. They tilted their head to the side and though there was very little space, it still felt like too much. A hand left their hair, falling to the small of their back, pressing them to him.

When they broke apart they were breathless, soft panting filling the otherwise quiet building. Their lips were now painted a similar rouge as his, messily transferred with a stunning asymmetry. Carefully, Yuu reached up, their fingers wiping just under his lip, their brow furrowed, concentrating. He let them fix his make-up but it didn’t matter. He just watched.

“I don’t know what there is to do on the Sage Isle, but let me take you out.” Vil murmured, his hands still holding their waist.

“I know a bar, it’s a bit of a dive if you can handle that.” Yuu hummed.

“Anywhere you like.”

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:O !!! In the first 10 pulls!!!

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🐉 MINOR CHAPTER SEVEN SPOILER🐉

To all the folks upset they didn’t make overblot Malleus sluttier — I have good news…

It’s mesh. You can just barely see his chest…

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🔴TWST Thoughts - Writing🔴

[cw - talking about the game’s writing, mention of Glorious Masquerade]

I really hope chapter seven ACTUALLY uses MC. 

I’ve been enjoying Twisted Wonderland, but it really annoys me how useless MC often is. The whole point of a self-insert style game is to basically role-play and we’ve been given very little to work with. I think making MC magicless (while it works well with the story and I enjoy it as a story element quite a bit) was a risky writing move to begin with because the appeal of games that offer a self-insert is to feel cool. I think they could have achieved that way more even magicless, but as is, MC is just a camera that stands silent.

The game feels like it was originally a manga and the MC was an after thought which maybe makes sense since Yana Toboso has predominantly written manga -- but the team could have done some research into other self-insert games. 

I mean in Glorious Masquerade the MAIN CHARACTER was thrown off screen when MC was the ONLY PERSON on the team unaffected by the magic flowers! I mean come on!! I get MC not being there in the vignettes because that’s about the characters, but in the MAIN STORIES??? 

The over all lack of care for the MC in the main writing is getting a bit frustrating -- but what do you guys think?

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🥺😈😭

The dragon spoke, “Release my human, and we will leave you all in peace. Do not, and I will reduce your walls to rubble to rescue them myself.”

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Okay okay okay-- UNFORNUANTLY i am infatuated with musicals and... Malleus as Dracula in the 2011 musical..???🥰🥵😩

One, we KNOW he could carry the role of Dracula, and two TELL MEEEE he wouldn’t have an existential crisis about it.

Then FURTHERMORE the very horny Korean version of Fresh Blood 🤒🤭 

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Y’know… I get producing this much art is hard but… why do they both look like they’re in a straight to DVD sequel? 😭

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‼️SPOILERS FOR BOOK SEVEN‼️

You know I understand the frustration with Lilia but I also think that there’s some nuance here. I mean looking at Lilia for a second he’s just lost his magic which has been established to 1) be very important to the fae and 2) almost necessary to live in Briar Valley so it makes sense he doesn’t want to go back.

Also this was a very sudden change and one he noted he thought he had more time before. He’s essentially had the rug pulled from under him and now has far less ability to do things he used to. It’s also clear this is a part of aging and therefore means he’s either going towards or into his last leg of life.

All of this that I’ve mentioned to this point (and I believe dropping out of school) aren’t his fault. I doubt NRC would let someone who doesn’t have magic stay. (Yuu being a special exception given it’s the schools fault they are here and wouldn’t have a residence anywhere else).

It’s also like… he’s going through a really major life event, basically equal to a life-altering health complication, I can imagine wanting to leave high school after that.

As for leaving Silver… I honestly don’t think it’s that bad. Don’t get me wrong— Silver is very justified in being upset but most children don’t go to school with their parents and maybe it would be good that he starts to branch off from Lilia like every other child with their parents. I imagine him a lot more worried about Lilia’s health which is something Lilia can’t control obv.

Now do I think he could have broached it better. Yeah lol but also for all the reasons above I think it’s fair to think he did the best he could. After all he did explicitly say this was a surprise to him as well.

Him moving to the East is definitely a choice… but I don’t think a morally wrong one. It’s something he’s said he’s wanted to do when he got old for a while so it isn’t on a whim. It’s definitely going to be the hardest on Malleus who will have a hard time visiting, but he did seem to encourage Lilia to do what he wanted with his end-of-life plan even if it’s not what he wanted.

But as we know, Malleus is starting to overblot but I’d argue this isn’t Lilia’s fault. Lilia trusts Malleus and has enough faith in him to know this will hurt him but he will recover. Loosing people is a part of life.

Malleus really only started his downward slope once Yuu told him that they may be leaving soon (Also not Yuu’s fault lol) and having two people leaving in a way he can’t follow is what’s damaging. I think Lilia is right to think under normal circumstances Malleus would be able to handle him leaving but the circumstances are no longer normal with Yuu’s addition.

I also think it may be fair to add that even with the awareness Yuu was always meant to leave Lilia may not have thought that would happen soon or that Malleus was nearly as attached as he is to Yuu. Hindsight on that sort of thing is 20/20 y’know?

Like I get the frustration with Lilia (cause I’m frustrated too) but some of the Lilia hate seems a bit much. :/

What do you guys think?

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The Dragon in the Mountain

CHAPTER FIVE

Malleus x GN! Reader [Warnings: Crowley Slander]

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Working for Night Raven College, MC made several trips through the mountains to deliver letters and packages for the school. Finding themself alone, caught in a blizzard with hardly any strength left, they were certain it was the end. That is until…  

(Chapter One)

Keep reading

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Silk Jamil hard at work taking notes while Malleus' ass really just sitting pretty there daydreaming and laughing daintily like a victorian princess eating her teatime snacks

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[SPOILERS for A Firelit Sky Over the Sands]

If you pick “Hmm, I dunno…” Malleus just POPS off. Like 😭🥰🥺💅

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Y’know… I know it’s probably because the artists wanted to keep Malleus’s color pallet a bit darker and make him stand out a bit but I refuse the reasonable explanation and posit that he (or briar valley as a whole) is just modest and would gasp at an elbow or an ankle.

I know his ankles are showing in this

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Benefit of the Deal

Azul x GN! Reader [Warnings: NSFW]

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After his overblot the Mostro Lounge's reputation needs a little help. After getting the idea on how to rebuild, Azul invites MC to a meeting where there is a bit of a misunderstanding...

Azul sighed, tapping his fork on his plate, too distracted by his own thoughts to eat. It seemed like every solution he came up with a wealth of new problems shot it down before he could even say it aloud.

“You know,” Jade began, a grin somewhere between innocent and sinister beginning to play on his face, “if you’re looking to build back trust with your consumers you should simply start with being honest with them.”

Floyd snorted, “Yeah! Tell them all you overblotted over a grade school class photo!” He suggested, his mouth full with half chewed food.

“What?! No— keep your voice down.” Azul bit, “-- and finish chewing before you speak.”

Floyd just opened his mouth wide, pushing around the half eaten mess in his mouth, loudly chewing. Azul grimaced and shook his head.

“Well if that’s not on the table, and people don’t trust you,” Jade pointed out, putting weight on the wound as he spoke, “You could just get someone more likable to be the face of the Mostro Lounge.”

Azul rolled his eyes, “Oh, like one of you?” He bit.

Jade chuckled, “I think we’re pretty darling, right Floyd?” 

Floyd had his tongue out at this point, still stuck on his first bit. At his name, he finally stopped the disgusting display, “Eh I don’t wanna do that. What about Shrimpy, everybody likes them.” He shrugged, going back to his lunch.

Azul furrowed his brow at the thought. It could work. People definitely did like them. 

“Ah the only trouble is they don’t owe me anything.” He grumbled, more to himself, “I’d have to make an offer.”

“I’m sure our conniving— I mean esteemed boss will figure something out, right Floyd?”

Floyd had finished eating and was licking his plate clean. Azul grimaced. 

…

Azul stood by the bar, watching the entrance to the Monstro Lounge. He had settled a list of what he was prepared to offer in exchange for their help rebuilding the Lounge’s reputation. He’d start with a simple offer of a salary and number of free drinks and meals while working, though was prepared to escalate his offer to academic aid and as a Hail Mary if nothing else worked… babysitting Grim. He cringed at the thought.

MC came to the door, the little monster at their heels. He’d had enough of that cat while he was employed at the Lounge... still, he smiled, “MC! Welcome. Great to see you.” He greeted, meeting them halfway.

“Hey— yeah good to see you too,” they chuckled, “What’s with the warm welcome?” Their tone was joking but still genuine. 

“Just glad to see you.” Azul grinned, brushing it off. He put a hand on their shoulder and looked down at Grim. The cat was glaring at him. Feeling the inside of his jacket he pulled out a small tin. “If you don’t mind I’d like to speak with you alone for a moment.” He lowered the tin to the monster. His eyes immediately turned sharp as he snatched the tin from him.

“Oh! These are the fancy sardines!” Grim shouted, holding the box up to show MC. They smiled and nodded, and Grim continued, “Yeah you can talk to them! I’ll be here!” He announced, jumping up onto a chair and opening the box.

Azul sighed, relieved the first part of his plan had gone without a hitch. His hand on their back, he led them through the Lounge into his office. Once inside he gestured for them to sit while he hung his coat on the rack. He was going for a less formal vibe. He’d thought they’d respond better to a more casual proposal rather than the professional contract signing they’d already seen once and ended badly. He had it all planned out. 

Leaning against his desk, he suddenly remembered why he didn’t go for the casual approach. He was bad at it. His grin was lopsided, his gaze anywhere but theirs, and even though he took off his jacket he felt warm. Mentally, he slapped himself. He’d been doing this for years and it was a simple proposal, help the Monstro Lounge, get paid and free food. Easy deal! Clearing his throat, he looked down to them. They were watching him, clearly waiting for him to start.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice!” He began, his voice a little more pitchy than he would have liked. 

They smiled, “No problem.”

The room was silent again, the ball in his court. God— why was this so difficult! Maybe because he was asking the person who both ruined his plans and fixed his shit to come back in and fix his shit again? It was a bit like groveling, wasn’t it? Azul bit his tongue, pulling himself back to focus.

“I wanted to… talk to you… about perhaps an arrangement between us?” Azul began, carefully choosing his words and looking back at MC. 

They nodded, their brow lowered, an apprehensive look on their face as they waited for him to finish. 

He backtracked, “I mean— we are friends, are we not?” He explained one hand gesturing vaguely while the other held onto his desk, white knuckled under his gloves. “I just think we could… benefit each other.”

MC’s eyes widened, their brow raised looking as though they’d just put something together. Azul paused, caught off guard by the reaction— he didn’t think he’d said enough for them to get the picture yet.

“You want to be… friends with benefits?” They asked.

Azul stopped, his mouth opened, but nothing came out. All of the sudden the room was unbearably hot, swelteringly hot. He’d said the wrong thing, the wrong words. He—

MC stood up, looking briefly behind them at the closed door and approached him confidently. They leaned against the desk, placing their hands on either side of him, one on top of his. Azul looked down at them, his eyes wide. 

“As long as you don’t make a contract about it, I’m down.” They huffed, grinning up at him.

Azul’s throat was tight, making it nearly impossible to talk but managed to squeak the word, “Okay.”

MC chuckled, “You’re cute when you’re nervous.”

“Oh.” He offered dumbly, his mind all but turned off as their arms reached around his neck, pulling him down to meet them. They had closed their eyes as their lips met, but he was still staring, frozen until something in his mind just clicked into place. Closing his eyes, he followed their lead, matching the pace they’d set. His hands fell on their hips sloppily. 

Azul hardly noticed as their fingers hooked behind his bow tie until they pulled away, dragging his tie with them. He lurched forward, his breath hiking in surprise. MC laughed, pulling him a few steps forward until they stepped to the side. Azul instinctively turned to them, playing into their plan as they pushed him backwards. The sound he made was… undignified as he fell back onto the couch. His face felt like it was burning, his glasses crooked as he looked back to them. They easily climbed onto his lap, kneeling on the sofa.

Running their fingers through his hair they pushed the hat off his head where it tumbled onto the floor.

“You’re shaking,” they cooed, grinning as they settled their weight onto his lap.

“I am not—” he began, though he realized he very much was shaking. “I…” he began, looking anywhere but them.

They just laughed and immediately he felt the hot spike of shame stab through his chest. Immediately he just wanted to run and hide, crawl away and never come out. Never be seen again. Of course they were laughing, he was a laughing stock— a fuck up— of course it was funny! Of course—

“Azul— Azul, I’m sorry,” they breathed, “Come on, please, I’m not laughing at you, I promise,” They began, their hands on either side of his face, thumb swiping under his eye. He didn’t realize he was tearing up or that he was near the verge of hyperventilating. “I just… laugh a lot when I’m excited.” They explained, chuckling a bit then biting their lip to stop themself. “I’m sorry, please don’t be upset. Do you want to stop?”

Azul paused, taking the moment to gather himself. This… was not what he set out to do. Not what the meeting was for and yet… he looked up to them, his hands gripping their hips for life— he’d be lying to say this wasn’t a favorable outcome. His breathing began to even out, his death grip loosened. He liked MC— everyone liked MC— mostly as a friend to his knowledge but he… he’d definitely thought about something like this. A far fetched fantasy before and now… their lips on his, their weight on his lap, the look in their eyes—  it was real. 

He shook his head, “No— no.” He brought his own hand up to dry his face. God this was awkward. “I’m sorry— I just…”

“It’s fine.” They offered, shrugging off his apology, “I mean… I’ve definitely cried during before. It’s… not a big deal. Happens to the best of us, y’know?”

Azul looked up at them, “Really?” Both confused and interested. 

They shrugged again, “It’s… not really that uncommon actually. Lot of emotions, lot of feelings, pretty easy to just start crying.”

“Oh.” He answered. He supposed that was actually somewhat comforting.

“But… if you want to continue…” they trailed off, their hands falling into his chest.

“Yes! Yes.” Azul coughed.

They smiled, “Okay.”

Leaning forward they met his lips briefly, but moved along quickly burying themself against his neck. Their fingers loosened his tie, tossing it aside and making quick work of the buttons. They trailed wet kisses down his neck until they were able to push his shirt off his shoulders. Diving below where they knew his shirt would cover they were rougher, dragging their teeth along his collar bone, leaving behind marks that would bruise and a thin sheen of saliva. 

Azul sighed with relief as his shirt fell from his shoulders, the cold air soothing hot skin. His hands followed from their hips down to their ass and under them where he squeezed the fat. MC bit down harder, forcing a small wine from his throat. He immediately bit his lip in reaction; however, it was a bit of a wasted effort as MC ground their hips into him. Azul gasped a strangled sort of moan. His hand shot up to cover his mouth as they repeated the motion. 

MC pulled back, resting their head on his shoulder. Whispering into his ear their breath was hot, “How am I supposed to know you’re enjoying yourself if you don’t tell me?” They hummed, their weight pressing into him again as their hand gently pulled his away from his mouth.

They reached their hand down cupping him over the thick fabric. Gently massaging they whispered, “You’re so cute.”

Azul flushed, a sudden spike of heat rushing to his pants, making them just unbearably tight. That… wasn’t something he knew affected him so much. MC giggled but took a deep breath to stop themself. 

“You like that sort of thing then?” They asked, he could feel them smiling against his neck. He just nodded. Was it that obvious?

Biting and kissing along his neck, they unbuttoned his pants. Carefully they pulled his waistband down until his member sprung up. Azul flinched as he was suddenly met with the cold air. 

Pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw, they whispered again, “What do you want to do?”

Azul took a moment to process the question, their hand on his thigh, rubbing circles dangerously close to the base. He couldn’t think of an answer to the question. He couldn’t think of anything really. It may have been a distressing feeling for an overthinker like him if he could think about it. 

“Uh,” his voice failed him, hitching as he spoke, “Whatever you want?”

“Ah— always a good answer.”

He’d gotten it right. Go him.

They pulled away for a moment removing their pants and underwear, the long dress shirt of uniform just barely long enough to cover them. Climbing back onto him, they ran their hand along him, their thumb just brushing over his head. Azul whimpered, his voice tight. They lined themself with him and slowly lowered themself down. 

Azul couldn’t help the instinct covering his mouth as a desperate moan escaped his lips, his other hand gripping their thigh like he was holding on for his life. Stealing themself on his shoulder, MC sighed, sinking further down on him. As they became more comfortable they ran their hand through his hair, grabbing a fistful of the silver locks at base of his skull, forcing his gaze up. They settled back on his lap, worrying their lip and losing a bit of their previously cool composure. Azul’s was long gone. 

His breath came out ragged and rough, wines mixed in anytime they moved even a bit. He bit his hand hoping to stop the slew of obscene noises rolling from him but only worked to muffle it. MC took a deep breath and began to move, their pace was slow but even then Azul wasn’t certain how much he could take. He already felt his head spinning. Lowering themself back to his lap Azul gripped them tighter. Their hands fell to his chest, nails digging into flesh as they rose again, this time quicker as they fell back. Their breathy moans were drowned by the intense sound of his. Muffled wines and whimpering filled the office, their intensity only increasing as MC moved faster.

He whimpered under them, uncovering his mouth he wined “I… MC I’m going to cum.”

“Yeah?” They cooed, “Hold on a little longer, okay? For me.” They hummed, capturing his mouth in theirs. They reached their hand down, pleasuring themself as they lowered themself a final time. MC gasped, hot into his mouth, their breath coming fast as they drew closer. Quickly, they pulled themself from Azul and the moment they did he couldn’t hold it in any longer. Waves of pleasure shot through him, his vision meddled with black dots around the edges as white hot ribbons of cum painted their undersides, dripping down their thighs. 

Resting their head on his shoulder, their hand pushed them the last bit over. Their legs shook, their breath coming hot and quick from their chest. Slow and careful, MC removed themself from him, picking up a nearby tissue box they cleaned off the mess. Redressing themself they looked back to Azul, still wide-eyed and hazy.

They smiled, a bit of pride stirring in their chest at the sight of the usually so collected business man totally disheveled, “Have fun?” They asked, handing him the box of tissues. He nodded.

“Hey… uh,” Azul hummed, collecting himself, “That was… the first time I… that I’ve had…” He trailed off.

“Oh…” They started, looking a bit lost for words, “ah… if I’d known that I would have tried to make it a bit more special.”

Azul just shook his head, trying to figure out how to argue that it was definitely special enough, but just sort of shrugged as he started fixing his uniform.

Picking up his hat from the floor, they dropped it sloppily on his head, “I’ll make it up to you some other time, hm?” They grinned.

“Another time?” Azul squeaked, then cleared his throat, “Uh— yeah. I mean you don’t have to make it up to me this was… this was good, but… another time would also be… good.”

“Good.” They chuckled. Azul fixed himself, standing up to tuck in his shirt and checking in the mirror to fix his hair as much as possible.“Oh, and by the way, I wanted to ask about picking up some shifts at the Lounge sometime? It would be nice to have a little money in case since— god knows Crowley doesn’t pay me.”

Azul’s eyes widened in the mirror. He turned to face them, “Of course— I’m more than happy to squeeze you in.” He smiled, “Throw in a free meal per shift.”

“Oh now you’re spoiling me,” they teased, “text me the schedule when you have it. I’m free in the evenings mostly.

Azul nodded. 

“I should go check on Grim.” They offered, standing by the door, “I’ll see you around though.” 

Azul nodded again, “Yeah. Great! Good.”

They chuckled and left, waving to someone nearby as the door shut behind them. Azul sat at his desk, reeling. He didn’t hear the door open, and shot up as Jade snickered, “So, how did your meeting go?”

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The Dragon in the Mountain

CHAPTER FOUR

Malleus x GN! Reader [Warnings: Drinking]

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