#azul shengrotto

[vveonnee98]

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[the-trinket-witch]

KISSY TIIIIIIIIME!! 💟 for Azul and Albert, and if you're feeling up to it, 💝 for Tidus and Joker? She'd get on her toes to see him blush. ;-3

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💝 for a plationic kiss

💟 for a delicate kiss

[pinkanonwrites]

Hi! Hope you're doing fine and feel well! If you're okay with this, can I have headcanons with dorm lideres(but with Jamil instead of Kalim) reaction when their s/o comes to them with the news of Crowley finding a way to their world only to add that they refused it so they can stay with them and seeing more opportunities in twst world?

OHHHHHHHHH I loved this one. I dunno what else to say other than I just really enjoyed writing it, so I hope y’all enjoy reading it!

He was there with you when Crowley had broken the news, and frankly he had been so shocked himself at the Headmaster’s sudden show of competence that he hadn’t even registered the expression on your face. He’d forgotten, somewhere along the line, that your time together was finite. It always had been. You had a home, somewhere out there, and it wasn’t with him.

At least, that’s what he’d thought. He’d also thought that when you called him out that afternoon to speak alone, that you would be breaking up with him. Easier to sever the connection now rather than later. But as he faced you, awaiting your rejection, the last three words he’d ever expected you to stay fell from your lips.

“I’m staying here.”

Before it’s even sunk in what that actually means, for him, for the two of you, he’s already trying to argue it. What do you mean, you’re staying? Isn’t this what you had wanted? You’re being terribly hasty, giving up the world you had gushed to him over to stay in this unfamiliar one.

But as you begin to argue back with him, to explain yourself, the full force of the confession hits him like a train. Your world wasn’t your home anymore, he was. You’d give it all up just for the chance to stay here with him, see what your relationship had to offer. You’d seen the absolute worst of him, the temper tantrums and the break-downs and the obsession and compulsion... and you still wanted him.

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until you’re cupping his cheeks. You wipe away the fat, shimmery tears as they roll down his face but they just keep coming, pouring over your fingers as Riddle gasps out a shuddering breath before hugging you like he’s afraid you’re going to dissolve through his fingertips. Once he’s composed himself he’ll apologizing for losing face like that, but for now all he wants is to hold you.

Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid you’re so, incredibly stupid. That’s what he’ll keep murmuring as he holds you, but you can tell he doesn’t really mean it by the way his entire broad frame is practically shivering with relief. Stupid, dumb herbivore choosing the unwanted, the second son, the wannabe prince, over the world that was awaiting your return home.

Leona’s always been second place. Second to his brother, second to his own nephew, second to Malleus Draconia; He was fully prepared to be second to your home world too. Everything he’s ever desired in life he’s lost to someone just a half step ahead of him, regardless of his own skill. He’d long since given up on fighting for what he wanted.

But he didn’t even have to fight for you. You chose him, quickly, assuredly, like it would be foolish to even consider anything else. You would give up a literal world for the chance to stay by his side, and the only thing Leona has really ever wanted was to be the one somebody chose first. You gave that to him, without him even needing to ask.

The first thing he does is scoff, tell you not to offer him foolish placations if they aren’t even true, to chide you for attempting to pull one over on the most accomplished, silver-tongued businessman at Night Raven College. But the truth of the matter is that he genuinely cannot and will not believe that you would actually choose him over the opportunity to return home.

It takes some pushing for him to finally believe you, but once he does he’s completely stunned into silence. What is he even supposed to say? What does anyone say when they’re being told you’re giving up your chance to go home for... For him? For Azul Ashengrotto, the slowpoke, the poor, pudgy octopus, the scam artist?

His entire face burns red and his eyes sting with tears, bubbling over like waterfalls down his cheeks. You hug him and he hugs you back with crushing force, pressing his face into the crook of you neck and trying to focus on the sound of your breathing to quell his tears. He most likely won’t let you go for the remainder of the evening, but not leaving him behind is what you wanted in the first place, so you can hardly say you mind.

No matter how badly, how desperately he wants you to stay, Jamil’s first instinct is to try and convince you to reconsider. It’s hard to fault him for it, seeing as it’s what he’s been doing his entire life. He’s always had to put someone else ahead of him, make them look better, more appealing, regardless of his own wants and desires. Why would it be any different here?

But not only is he surprised when you begin to argue back, frankly insulted that he’d try to convince you to leave after you’d made up your mind to choose him, he’s also relieved. Of course he wanted you to stay, of course he’d fall to pieces if you’d left and he had to stay here without you. But Jamil spends every waking moment weighing what he wants against what would be the better thing to do, and his instincts kicked in in place of his shock.

He’ll interrupt you mid-rant with a kiss, cupping the back of your neck gently but with an intensity that says he’s never going to let you go again, so you’d better be ready to be stuck with him. Whatever life throws at you from now on, at least you’d have each other to help get through it.

His soft, almost knowing smile says "I always knew you’d choose me," on the outside. But on the inside you’ve quelled a raging storm of insecurity and concern down to a light, fluttering breeze with just three little words. Vil knows he isn’t the easiest person to be with, and he recognizes that his particularities and tastes have led to plenty of disagreements in the past, and will probably lead to more in the future.

But regardless of that possibility, you chose to stay. You dug in your heels and chose to stay anchored to him despite all the ways he knew he could drive you mad. But you did it because you loved him, and because you were terribly, terribly stubborn when you wanted to be. But that stubbornness is just what made Vil fall head over heels for you in the first place.

He doesn’t want to let you out of his sight until it’s fully sunken in that you staying is actually real. He’ll lend you some of his pajamas, dress you in wonderfully soft silk as he does your evening moisturizing routine for you and you can curl into bed together. He’ll cradle your cheek so gently with his hand, forgoing his own strict sleep routine so he can stay up and watch until you doze off in his arms.

Haha, real funny joke you’re making right now. Actually, no, it isn’t funny. Not even a little bit! How could you joke about something like that, try and get his hopes up for something he knows isn’t gonna happen? Idia is a raging pessimist, so it’ll take a while for you to even convince him that what you’re saying it the truth.

Once you finally do though? It takes everything he’s got not to completely shut down. He crumples into your arms like a fall leaf, shaking just as much, gripping you so tight as to almost be unbearable. You’re actually choosing... Him? You know this is endgame, right? You can’t reload your save after something like this, this is a decision you can’t take back.

Part of him wants to crawl under his bed and never come out, but another part of him is terrified that if he lets you go you might change your mind, so instead he just hangs off you like a barnacle as his brain refuses to fully process what  this means for the two of you. He curls around you like a second skin in bed, for once shoving all his anxieties to the corners of his brain and just fully immersing himself in your wonderful warmth.

Oh, his darling. His wonderful little Child of Man. Are you certain? The last thing Malleus ever wants is to lose you, but he wants this decision to be yours and yours alone, not swayed by his words or actions. But when he looks into your eyes he sees it. That determination, that finality. You’ve already made up your mind, and nothing he says right now will change that.

And oh, if he doesn’t fall in love with you all over again from that gaze alone. Malleus loves you, he loves you so deeply and so intensely that he’s certain he would have fallen to pieces the moment you’d stepped foot through whatever portal Crowley could conjure to send you home. How fascinating you are, how utterly brilliant that with only your kindness and your friendship you were able to bring the Prince of Fae to his knees before you.

Whatever you need of him, whatever you desire, Malleus will gladly do for you. He’d move the stars to make you smile, walk to the ends of the earth and back to hear your laughter. Whatever may come your way in the future, Malleus will spend every waking moment proving to you that you made the right decision.

[chochoeryss]

Little Octopus

[diejager]

Congrats on your milestone!!

Can i request prompt # 2 "Fancy seeing you here, hmm?" with azul ashengrotto and please make him flirty octopus ejshejeb i need fluff-

Thank you! :)

Thank you! And ofc, ofc...

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# 2 "Fancy seeing you here, hmm?"

The night promised seldom peace, one that NRC rarely gave with the diversity of its students in kind and character. Mostro Lounge, a popular place in the college, ran by Octavinelle's prefect was the sole café on campus, making it a prevalent stop for most for either their drinks or the deals that were made by Azul.

While everyone were getting ready to leave for winter break, you decided to spend the afternoon in the café. You had no family to return to and no one - but Crowley, your host until he found a way for you to return to your world - to spend the holidays with. Most were excited to see their families, familiar faces and loving embraces that went unanswered in competitive atmosphere.

Crowley had promised to house you until you could return to your world, providing the bare minimum of a roof over your head until you had proved yourself useful by stopping students from fighting. Hence, your only option was to stay on campus grounds and watch most students pass through the mirror with happy and content smiles.

Although you were happy for them, you couldn't help the small twinge of green envy crossing your chest, you missed your home - family or not - and everything that was familiar to you, your room, your bed, your friends, your life. Though this world, Twisted Wonderland, was an experience you wouldn't ever dream of seeing, something that your world wouldn't be able to create.

"Why so glum, (Name)?" Jade asked, approaching your lonesome figure by the bar table, singled out from the rest of the dwindling number of students.

You gave him a smile, small but sad as you stared at him: " Everyone's leaving for winter so I thought I'd drop by, I don't remember the last time it was this empty." Your hand waved around the area, pointing at two or three students that still lingered here.

"It'll stay like this for a few weeks, come see us, we can't go home with the waters frozen over-"

"Fancy seeing you here, hmm?" Azul had made his entrance, strutting down the hall that lead to his office. "Ah, you're sad, are you? Although you look pretty, a smile would suit you better, " a chuckled left his lips, the edges curling upwards into a flirtatious smirk. "I find that happiness better suits you."

The out-of-character wink he sent you broke your little bubble of sadness, laughing subtly at his words. You leaned over, your closed hand supporting your cheek, eyes gazing over his usual attire, fancy and suave.

You watched him move, closing in to take up the seat besides you before he motioned Jade to serve you a second drink - on the house he said - and turned back to entertain you.

"Most won't be here; this place, however, will stay open, so feel free to stop by. I'll always be willing to serve you a few drinks for free."

You sipped on the warm drink Jade had brewed for you, eyes and ears only concerned with the grey-haired male talking to you, mesmerized by the sensual tilt of his head and the movement of his lips, mouthing words into space for you to catch. His fedora cast a light shadow over his grey eyes, irises glinting under the darkness like perfect pearls.

They dragged you in, as enchanting as the words he told, delicate and posh in a way that accentuated his suave personality.

Hook, line and sinker, he had you pulled towards him for more.

"Let's take this elsewhere, " he whispered, face so close to yours that your nose touched, "I'm sure you'll like where I'm taking you, won't you, (Name)? Come, I'll lead you."

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[thytaenic]

◜ 🕊️﹕ Mielle is introducing herself ⌣⌣ 🦢 ⌣・Please be nice!

⩽﹐﹒🐚﹑𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐑𝐓﹐▹﹐

PROMPTS ୧₊˚✧

from me to you  ━ riddle rosehearts , leona kingscholar , azul ashengrotto

from me to you #2  ━ ace trappola , deuce spade , jade leech , floyd leech

from me to you #3 ━ jack howl , jamil viper , idia shroud

aligning the stars ━ azul ashengrotto , kalim al asim

true to yourself ━ riddle rosehearts , leona kingscholar , azul ashengrotto

even bunny bites ━ leona kingscholar 

i hear you call ━ trey clover , azul ashengrotto , malleus draconia 

to love you, i must leave ━ leona kingscholar

butterflies ━ azul ashengrotto , vil schoenheit , leona kingscholar

when baby’s breath blooms  ━ riddle rosehearts , azul ashengrotto , jamil viper

boyfriend material ━ all casts 

wedding day ━ all casts

when it snows ━ epel felmier 

untold story ━ azul ashengrotto

first date ━ azul shengrotto , jade leech , floyd leech

silver’s love life ━ silver

lovers’ oath ━ all casts

aphrodite’s dilemma ━ jade leech

greek deity au ━ leona kingscholar , malleus draconia

jamil’s love language ━ jamil viper

[pianostarinwonderland]

Azul's Handwriting: While I wouldn't make myself an excellent student of the arts of good handwriting (much less I can't say I, myself, have good handwriting), Azul's signature is written within four confident strokes; namely in the order 'Azul A-shengrotto' and a line to finish up the 'tt'.

One thing that irks me with his signature is that the number of loops and the sharpness on the z's point is done too perfectly. In terms of writing speed, I would sum it up to confident, smooth strokes, not too fast nor too slow, again, perfect. Compared to Floyd's short, direct, and fast handwriting, or Jade's simple yet elegant signature, Azul's is far too...showy. One thing you can never replicate on a person's handwriting is muscle memory: the way they do the hoops, how they sting the letters, and the pressure they place on the pen. Azul has a perfect grip on his pen: summing up to the bold lines and thin ones alternated, the hoops being the grandeur show of how perfect his stroke is.

After the long discussion of how Azul writes, I'd like to take it upon myself to know how he did. Per his backstory, Azul wrote many things on clams, he perhaps honed his handwriting in that time. But by personal headcanon, he wrote to impress.

Comparing Azul's handwriting to another showy friend, Vil Schoenheit's, Azul's hoops are more exaggerated and his letters are sharper, meanwhile, Vil's is smoother and flowy. While it may be irrelevant (and perhaps unfair) to compare how they write, Azul's handwriting, while perfect, is rather stiff the more I look at it.

Going back to the personal headcanon, Azul. Really Really wanted to impress his fellow peers with his hoops and showy zigzag letters, so much that he probably practiced his handwriting to be perfect and legible for all to see. He spent all those time writing in clams, and his frustration perhaps sharpened his letters. Sharp, confident (or the mask of), and decorated with intricate hoops, very in character for Azul Ashengrotto.

[This is long and I ONLY INTENDED TO PENT MY FRUSTRATION ON HIS HOOPS--]

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Anon. Anon, do you know how much I screamed about this the whole day because of how absolutely big-brained this is?

I didn’t respond to it right away because I wanted to formulate a nice response that isn’t just me screaming and rotting about your analysis.

But I want to scream first, so I’ll just: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ANON WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING BIG BRAINED LIKE HOLY SHIT I WAS TRYING TO ANALYZE AZUL’S HANDWRITING TO THINK OF SOMETHING BIG BRAINED BUT I CAME UP WITH NOTHING AND I WANT TO READ THE OTHER HANDWRITING ANALYSES OUT THERE BUT THEY’RE ALL IN JAPANESE. BUT THEN YOU COME IN, HANDING ME A FREE HANDWRITING ANALYSIS ON AZUL’S SIGNATURE, AND I’M BLOWN THE FUCK AWAY LIKE HOLY SHIT I KEPT SAYING WHAT THE FUCK THIS WHOLE DAY BECAUSE OF THIS DAMN ASK LIKE ???? ANON I AM ASKING FOR AN OUNCE OF YOUR INTELLIGENCE—

Ahem. Anyway.

Regarding your headcannon, I actually do agree with the idea that Azul wanted to impress his classmates with his handwriting! If I may ramble for a bit under the cut, I have a lot of reasons why Azul may have wanted to impress.

Because he was bullied, Azul probably wanted to try to fit in or climb up the social rung so nobody would make fun of him anymore. Now, how do you do that exactly...?

In the social hierarchy in school, there are certain people who are the ones on top or the ones who are popular. I can’t speak for most schools, but in my school, the ones who are well-liked are the smart people, the artists, the writers (stories, essays, doesn’t matter), the dancers, the leaders, the musicians. I can also say that pretty confidently due to my experiences being in a friend group that is seen as outcasts. Within my friends, only two people, me and another friend, were notably more liked by our classmates than our other friends... at least, that’s how it seemed to be like. And this is because for that one friend, she’s very talented in her art, and as for me, people see me as someone ‘smart’ and would look to me for help.

So where am I getting at? All those people, the smart ones, the artists, the dancers... they all have one thing in common: they have talent. They have notable talents that have been honed and are now used to either help in certain school projects or simply to impress. And when someone has more talent in a certain field, they will be sought after more by others. People will want to befriend them more.

In other words, what can bring someone up there in the social hierarchy is the talent that they possess.

And that’s what Azul must have concluded as well, and that conclusion manifests in his unique magic.

Azul’s unique magic, as we all know, is It’s A Deal. He can take the abilities, whether magical or non-magical, of a person using this magic. As seen in chapter 3-33, there is technically no need for a contract for It’s A Deal to take place, but due to how potent this unique ability is, Azul has to use a contract as a check and balance. So take out all the contracts and other complicated things, and we see a spell that simply takes anyone’s magic and other abilities.

Following the theory that the unique magic of individuals is a manifestation of the sufferings they underwent, Azul’s unique magic may have been born from a desire to be just as talented as his peers. We see that he clearly worked hard in his studies, to the point that he’s become much more well-versed in magic than most of the students. But at some point, a certain thought may have popped up, something that many of us probably thought as well:

I wish I was just as good as them.

And from there, his unique magic may have manifested from there because It’s A Deal can let him be just as, if not, more talented than the people around him because he now has the ability to take their talents for himself.

Azul actually expresses this in chapter 3-33, albeit it’s implicit. Quoting from shel_bb’s translations, Azul says this in response to Floyd’s ‘lame’ comment towards him:

Azul: Ah... is that so? You’re aware that I’m a stupid clumsy octopus that can’t do anything by himself. So I’m going to keep taking until I’m the best version of myself I can possibly be. A beautiful singing voice, powerful magic, everything belongs to me! Give it all to me!

And later on in the same chapter, he says in his overblot when you defeat him:

Azul: Why does everyone bully me?! Because I’m a stupid clumsy octopus? I just wanted to be strong and show them they’re wrong...!

I italicized a few sentences here to emphasize my points. Azul wanted to prove his bullies wrong and show them that he’s much better than what they think of him to be. He studied as a result and wrote all those spells on the clams. But at some point, he probably thought that he still hasn’t arrived to where he wants to be because maybe the bullying didn’t let up. So it was likely that he ended up wishing that he was just as talented as his peers. And in part of that journey, he must have worked on his handwriting to show the people around him that he isn’t stupid or clumsy.

A long-winded explanation, I know DBBSBDHDHJD but this has been living rent-free in my head for weeks 💀 and maybe just maybe I want to add something more to your headcannon

[the-trinket-witch]

🔔 for the drawing ask! Any goober of yours is fine :D

(Ask meme here) Not an OG event, but part of my Steampunk AU, a lil thing that might happen eventually. Albert getting to fly off on his flue brush with a new Octo-husbando UvU

[pinkanonwrites]

So I absolutely love your writing and was wondering if I could suggest Riddle, Leona, Jamil, Azul with an s/o who had horrible scarring and doesn’t talk about it. So naturally the boys would assume it’s a sensitive topic, and treat them delicately… But turns out that those scars are from something stupid like getting into a fight with a raccoon.

Sure thing! As expected, this ended up being a bit silly. Hope you enjoy!

GN! Reader

The first time Riddle saw your scars was when you rolled up your sleeves while helping Trey bake for the next Unbirthday party, simply trying to not let your cuffs dip into the sticky batter. Both his and Trey's gazes lasered in on the horrendous scarring up and down both your arms, but neither of them said anything besides sharing a small, worried glance. He wanted to ask you about them but knew this was neither the time nor the place to do so.

Other Heartslabyul members can tell from a glance not to bring them up, lest they risk a swift and merciless collaring by their housewarden. Whenever your arms are revealed Riddle's expression tightens, surveying the room as if he's daring his fellow students to make a comment or ask a question about them.

When he finally musters up the courage to ask about them, reassuring you he finds you beautiful and just wants to know if you're hurting, boy if he doesn't feel a bit silly when he finds out you got them from trying to pick up an opossum when you were a little kid. His cheeks get all puffed out and his face turns red, promptly shutting himself up and turning away as you coo and thank him for being so worried about your well-being. He does enjoy the praise, as flustered as he looks.

Lazing around with Leona in the midday sun of the conservatory, you stretched your arms over your head and accidentally revealed to him a series of long, thin scars that ran over each of your sides, just above your hip. His brow furrowed as your shirt covered them once more, cupping a clawed hand gently over your hip and tugging you close to snuggle up to him.

He's always liked to wrap a hand around your hip to keep you close to him, to stake his "ownership" of you. But now he does it so gently, so lightly it almost tickles as he rubs his thumb back and forth over the soft skin hidden beneath your shirt. You do the same to him sometimes, running your thumb so lovingly over the scar on his face when he rests his head in your lap, the least he can do is offer the same comfort.

You finally mention where you got the scars when Leona comes to visit Ramshackle. As you liken the rickety house to an abandoned building you and your friends explored near your school, mentioning how cut up you got squeezing through one of the shattered doorways, it finally clicks for him. From there the teasing floodgates are opened, and every time he finds you with a little scuff or scrape he asks if you were reigniting your urban exploration fantasies.

After Jamil's overblot, when you rolled up your pant cuffs to splash around in the cool water of the oasis, that's when Azul first saw your scars. Dozens of jagged lines and puncture marks everywhere from your ankles all the way up to your knees. It made his stomach turn a bit, trying to imagine what or who might have inflicted you with those gashes.

He's often hovering around you, making sure you don't get bumped into or lose your balance. If he's not available you'll usually have one or both of the twins observing you from a safe distance, boss's orders. He doesn't want anyone else harming his precious pearl, after all.

When you finally mention that you got all those scars from the wild raspberry bushes around your childhood home, he assumes you're joking with him. He knows what raspberries are, he isn't stupid, but are the bushes really that dangerous? One small hike with Jade later serves to prove that yes, they are, especially if you're a reckless little kid wearing shorts in the summer. He chides you, warning you to not do anything so rash in the future.

Jamil had seen your scar the very first day you had met, along with just about everyone else in school. It wasn't exactly easy to miss; the curved line cutting across your forehead and down into your eyebrow was painfully obvious to anyone who looked at you for more than a few minutes. He didn't think about it much until the two of you actually began interacting on a daily basis.

He watches you a lot, only when he thinks you aren't looking (and often times you aren't). He's not the type to bring it up on his own, it's none of his business after all, but he does worry about you. He's on edge whenever you mention having a headache, even if it has nothing to do with your scar at all.

You mention it offhand one day, the stupid cause of your forehead scar. The man who was re-shingling your house roof when you were a kid knocked a metal bucket off the edge when you were heading out to school, and instead you had to get rushed to the E.R. for stitches. As you proudly regale the story of the ice cream cake and flowers the repairman bought as an apology Jamil breathes a sigh of relief, almost visibly melting into his seat. Now he'll just have to make sure nothing that unlucky happens to you again.

[pinkanonwrites]

dorm leaders with an alchemist s/o who secretly used potions to look like a male but really, s/o is a female?

Sure thing! Just so you know these are all working under the assumption that the Housewardens knew/learned the reader was a woman before they started dating!

Fem! Reader, Fluff

On one hand, he thinks it's inappropriate for you to lie to your teachers, classmates, and friends like this. Do you not trust them? Did you not trust him before he found out? Because he liked to think the two of you were pretty close. Maybe that's why you ended up telling him. Lying is wrong, though!

On the other hand, he'd never go out of his way to spill your secret. His lips are completely sealed, and regardless of his own feelings about lying, he doesn't have your permission to tell anyone so he isn't going to.

Regardless of how you look, Riddle is shy about PDA in general, so don't expect many secret kisses or hand holding. But he's still willing to show his favoritism to you in your male form, often walking with classes to you or studying for exams side by side. He just likes to be near you more than anything.

Straight up doesn't even care. He'll raise a slight eyebrow at you having the guts to try and fool an entire student body of all-male, incredibly adept magic users, but that's about it. What difference does it make to him whether you're a dude or a chick? Above all else, you're his favorite naptime pillow, and that's what's most important to him.

He's not the type to tell anyone either, but Ruggie will probably figure you out just from Leona's level of comfort with him. He's not going to sit Ruggie down and explain the whole situation, but he'll let enough context clues slip that the clever hyena is able to piece a few things together on his own.

Subconsciously, he's going to get just the slightest bit more protective of you. Logically he knows you don't need his protection, seeing as you're a skilled enough mage to brew this kind of potion magic. But he's going to be slightly more aware of when you're roughhousing with your friends, one sleepy eye cracked open to make sure you aren't being pushed beyond your limits.

When he first found out he was really flustered (I picture him as the type who always has a bit of trouble talking to girls his age) but once he's grown used to the idea he's amazing at keeping your cover. He won't even tell Jade or Floyd, as he doesn't trust those two to be able to keep their mouths shut. 

Azul already had a crush on you before he even learned you were a girl, so nothing really changes on that front. He's not much for PDA either, but behind closed doors he's delightfully clingy regardless of what form you're in. He didn't even make you sign a contract to keep your secret, that's how smitten with you he is.

He never pushes you to show or stay in your female form for him. He knows you chose it to attend this school, but he's not sure if you have any insecurities about your appearance that you're trying to overcome, and the last thing he'd want to do is pressure you about something he understands all too well. Assures you that he loves you in both forms, and whatever makes you happiest is the best.

Tries really, really hard to keep your secret, and to his credit actually does pretty well! Kalim isn't the best at keeping things hidden, but for your sake he's doing his absolute best. He does tell Jamil, but only after getting your permission. Though to be perfectly honest Jamil would have figured it out at some point, if he hadn't already.

Has absolutely no problems about people knowing that you're dating when they assume you are a guy. He's shameless about PDA too, so whenever he sees you he wants to be all over you with hugs and kisses. He's like a weighted blanket the way he drapes himself over you as soon as you're within arms reach.

Your own personal hype man! Regardless of your form, Kalim has nothing but compliments for your appearance, your fashion, your magical prowess, how cool you are, et-cetera et-cetera. It can get a little overwhelming at times, how much praise he has for you. But never doubt that he means every single word!

Vil's first thought is how much this revelation opens up your style and outfit possibilities for him. He'd assumed that he'd only be able to work with a masculine style for you, this opened up so many avenues of communication! His second thought was that now he had to keep an extra close eye on you to make sure your secret doesn't get spilled.

Potionwork is the specialty of Pomefiore house, so Vil will most certainly be curious about how you are able to concoct such a perfect brew as to keep maintaining this charade of yours. He genuinely enjoys doing homework with you, scheduling little study dates to pick your brain and spend time with you outside of classroom settings.

Vil is the type to keep his relationships secret, both for the sake of his image and so you don't get mobbed by fans and paparazzi alike. So he'll be keeping your interactions amicable at best when the two of you are out in public together. In private however? Vil is openly vocal about how charming he finds you, regardless of your current appearance. Sure he may balk at your subpar sleep schedule and inability to commit to a regimented skincare routine, but his chastising is always laced with this unavoidable fondness.

He's sure he read a manga with this exact plotline before, how did the protagonist handle it again? Well, one thing is for certain, Idia will take your secret to his grave. He's almost paranoid about it, afraid that he'll accidentally let it slip literally every time you're brought up in conversation. But he never does, his lips are completely sealed!

He may not talk much to his classmates, but online is a different story. His new favorite pastime is bragging about you over voice chat to his fellow degenerates, making them whinge in pain at how above them he is with his super talented, super hot Player 2. And when he brags about you looking good as both a guy and a girl, they just assume he's talking about cosplay!

Since most of your date nights are going to be of the indoor variety anyway, Idia doesn't really have to worry all that much about PDA with you. Though his anxiety doesn't often allow him the luxury of making the first move to lay his head on your lap or toy with your hair, he's equal parts delighted and flustered when you take the plunge and make that first move for him. He's terribly touch-starved, so give him some affection.

He basically knew something was up the first moment he laid eyes on you. Your aura simply reeked of high-caliber illusion magic to him, but you didn't seem to want to cause any trouble so he let it fall to the back of his mind. He was very flattered that you trusted him enough to tell him the truth, even though he'd figured it out literal months ago.

The revelation doesn't really change the way he interacts with you though. He's head over heels for you and the playful banter the two of you often share while perusing the school's various gargoyles. Whether you're a man or a woman does not change the time he's enjoyed with you, and the time he hopes to enjoy in the future.

It's painfully obvious to everyone around the two of you just how much Malleus favors your attention. Lilia, who was also able to suss out your secret identity pretty quickly, is delighted that Malleus has found someone else to bond with, someone outside of the royal circle. Sebek and Silver are still unaware of your secret, and though Sebek seems torn on his opinions of you, Silver thinks you're the perfect match for his Master. So for the most part, you have the Royal Guard's approval!