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etheries1015 · 5 months
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posted so much angst recently that I guess ill make it up with an alternative ending to this
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General Lilias yelling hadn't left you without your woes. You had decided to take a break, walking deep into the woods to collect herbs and fruit as a way to pass time to cool off. Hours passed and when you hadn't returned to the cottage as you normally would, and Lilia began to worry (against his will) . He sat at the wooden table, head propped up with his hand as he stared at the clock ticking on the wall much to his annoyance. Deciding he had waited long enough, the general pushed aside his pettiness and went out searching for you, putting on his mask and rushing out the door.
It wasnt long until he found you collapsed on the forest floor, seemingly in a pool of dark red liquid. With eyes wide and heart becoming heavy as stone dropping into his stomach, he ran quickly to your side, holding your body up to his chest as his long black and red streeked hair caged around you. It wasn't long until you emerged from the sudden movement, tiredly looking into the glistening tear filled eyes of the general. squinting your eyes you groggily groaned and hissed in pain, Lilia gasping at your concious state.
"Lilia...?" the fae looked around in a slight panic, eyes wide as he realized you were also able to speak.
"Quick, where were you harmed? I could not find an entrance wound, we must hurry and put pressure on it before-" you cut him off as you grasped the situation in its entirety now with a breathy laugh, Lilia looking at you with furrowed eyebrows eith a frown to match painted upon his beautiful tear stained features.
"This isnt funny," he snapped, "You could-" noticing how well you were able to function despite the seeming severity of the situation, he realized something must have been amiss. Lilia took a moment to look around once more to analyze a second time, seeing the tipped over basket of red berries.... The way you were laying...the buldge of your swollen ankle...using a finger he dipped it in the red liquid and brought it up to his lips, tasting it. ah. He understood now.
Suddenly dropping you and turning his back, you could feel the heat of embarassment radiating off of the soldier. To cover his red face, Lilia placed his mask back on and began to take a step away from you.
"Wait, wait! Liliaaa," you whined, "that hurt! When you dropped me! I sprained my ankle and fell on my Back. Would you please pity me? Just a little?" He stopped his movements from advancing forward back to the enterance of the forest, before taking a deep annoyed sigh and turning around to help you up.
He placed you on his back, the powerful fae hoisting you up and using his arms to interlock your knees and elbow supporting your bum. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your head peaked out from between his shoulder and neck. It was silent for a moment, and no more than that before you immediately broke the silence (not to his suprise).
"Were you crying, oh great and powerful general?" You cooed into his ear, Lilia immediately groaning in annoyance.
"If you do not shut your mouth, i'm leaving you here to rot. And I cannot believe you fell asleep on the forest floor, that was incredibly foolish," he chastised you. With a shrug of your shoulders you tilted your head in thought.
"Well, I was tired. My ankle hurt, and I was sad, so...it felt like the world was telling me to take a nap? I guess?" You laughed. Scoffing at your silly reasoning, Lilia simply rolled his eyed and continued forth towards the cottage. Another moment of silence rang before, of course, you interupted the peace once more.
"Why? Do you care about me?~" you teased. Another groan.
"Yes." He replied coldly and quickly, leaving the smile wiped off your face and jaw to the floor. Finally you allowed the silence to take over as heat crept up your muddied cheeks.
It was silent all the way back to the cottage, through to the moments of Lilia running a bath for you, to him bandaging your sprained ankle as you sat on your plump bed.
"If you continue to stare at me, you're going to burn a hole into my head. Spit it out, what do you have to say?" He finished putting away the bandages and folded his arms, looking at you- who now had a smug satisfied smile plastered on your lips. He already knew what you were going to say, you were all too predictable. And he had his answer ready, too.
"Ah, I think I just feel deeper in love with you..." You sighed dramatically, your hands over your heart before abruptly grabbing hold of Lilias hands, with the same stars in your eyes as the day he first met you.
"Will you-"
"Yes."
You blinked
Once, twice, four times. You had to shake your head roughly to clear out your ears to be sure they were functioning properly.
"Wait- you dont even know what I was gonna-"
"You were going to ask my hand in marriage again, yes?" He asked, a smirk coyly forming on his lips, his fang poking out ever so slightly.
"Well, yeah," you laughed awkwardly, "But I'm pretty sure I heard you say that wrong- did you say-"
"I said yes. I will marry you, human." He cut you off once more, looking away with flushed cheeks. "Don't make me say it twice."
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"And that is how your (co parent) and I got engaged!" The short haired fae smiled proudly as you groaned, face burried in your hands. The young boys looked at you in awe, as the small silver haired one poked you to get your attention.
"Were you really like that?" Silver asked, Lilia interjecting himself before you had even the chance to defend yourself.
"Yes! They were rather clingy and outspoken. A far cry from now, wouldn't you say? Perhaps ten years of marriage makes one dull, you have lost your charm, my dearest!" You rolled your eyes and let out a scoff of laughter towards your fae husband.
"More like you stole it from me," you huffed, "How does one as old as you become so childish and carefree? sebek, silver, would you even believe me when I said he was so cold and mean towards me in my youth?" You pouted. The two boys shook their head, causing Lilia to let out a hearty laugh in response. Sighing with defeat and a smile upon your lips, you pushed Lilias face away from your own as he floated towards you with puckered lips.
"Alright boys, time for bed." Without protest the two had gotten ready and tucked into bed, leaving you and Lilia alone in the living room.
"You didn't have to tell them that," you huffed as Lilia trailed kisses down your neck, "I was not THAT ooverbearing! I mean, of course I had my moments..." With a raised eyebrow Lilia challenged that statement with the look in his eyes.
"It was your perserverance that attracted me to you, my dearest. It is nothing to be ashamed of, I assure you! If anything, you could be a little more... Clingy..." His voiced turned into a low sensual growl as his lips captured your own, pressing back with equal force as his hands began to wander under the hem of your shirt...
"Am I interuptting?" A familiar voice called out, causing you to gasp and push away a chuckling Lilia.
"Ah...Malleus. Im sorry, how long have you been here, exactly...?" You inquired. The draconic fae sitting on the couch tilted his head curiously, "you truly havent noticed? I have been here this entire time." Awkward silence rang for a moment and nothing more than a moment, before Lilia grabbed your hand and began to tug you towards your private quarters. With mischief in his eyes and voice sweet as honey, he leaned into your ear to whisper;
"Let us renew those wedding vows, shall we, my lovely spouse?"
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cursedcola · 1 year
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Prompt: "Will You Marry Me?" - Proposal Headcannons Characters: Everyone :) Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw(Here!), Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia(Pt.1)(Pt.2) Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Warning(s): None. I mean, unless you don't want to marry any of them. Just don't read if that's the case. Note: These are all if he is the one proposing btw. I've been thinking about maybe programming a small fan-made mini-otome using these ideas. Just for some practice for school while also being self indulgent hehe
Leona Kingscholar
Let’s just rip the bandaid off. Leona dates to marry. He’s not someone to invest his time in something troublesome, and frankly? Not many people catch his interest. Sure. He might think someone is physically attractive, but there’s a difference. He doesn’t follow the traditional path either. The ‘dating’ stage doesn’t last long because he’s already made up his mind prior to it.
Dating is pretty much just formality. The moment you agree to it, you’re essentially agreeing to marry him. He’s not going to put in effort for just anyone. Bonus points if he’s the one to confess his feelings first. That is basically concrete confirmation that he intends to marry you.
Leona proposing is inevitable. Only two things stand in his way: time and pride. Time, because he is no idiot. Your ways are unlike his people, and unlike him. He’s patient. He knows how to play the game. He can wait, but not forever. He’ll observe you over time and slip in questions here and there about your goals in life. Then he’ll find a good time frame. Please remember that Leona is not just an ambitious hot-head. He’s a smart one.
Then there is his pride. He will not put himself in a position that has a chance to fail. No. He will play dirty, and wait until you are tinkering with the idea of marriage. He’ll steer conversations towards talks of the future, and make it so you’re the one who starts them. All to get you warmed up to the idea of spending your life with him, and to a stage where he can clearly tell where you lie emotionally. He might appear neutral on the outside; however, it’s all according to plan. While you are just beginning to imagine your lives together, Leona’s already had the thought process long prior. You don’t need to know that though.
The icing on the cake is when you visit his home. Checka is Leona’s secret wingman. Your soft spot for the boy is something he takes advantage of, and lets Checka consume your attention during a tour of the palace. You meet his elder brother, who irritatingly pries for details about your relationship. Leona lets it go. Just this once, because he knows you feeling at home is more important in the long run. You share a room with him during your stay, and he made arrangements for small changes according to your tastes. You’re also gifted with a new wardrobe of traditional clothes for your stay, and given free reign of the area. Naturally you are guarded in secret, as per the King’s orders. His brother knows as well as Leona does that it is imperative that your stay goes well.
You will be touring landmarks and tourist spots within the continent as well. While Leona would much rather laze his free time away in his room (away from his family), he goes. Word spread that he was bringing home his partner. Thank the gossiping maids for that. Walking with you makes the rumors official, and is safer than having you walk alone with Checka and some royal guards. That would have arisen suspicion, and been troublesome. More troublesome than walking around and confirming to the public that you are not to be touched.
Ignoring the many remarks about how Leona is unusually active during his visit (thanks to you), his pride is high. You’ve thoroughly been slotted into his life, and are accepted. Any apprehensions about you denying him were snuffed out. The way you took to living with him so easily proves it. If you weren’t welcomed by his family? Well, it wouldn’t change anything. This scenario just makes what he’s about to do easier.
The first night you arrived, Farlan presented Leona with a Kingscholar family heirloom. A ring that has been in their family for generations. Not meant to be worn permanently, and only for proposals. Farlan used it to propose to his wife, and at the ceremony presented her with the ring he picked out. Now Leona will use it to propose to you.
One look at it and Leona declined. He’s spent his whole life chasing things that he couldn’t have because of his birth status. He would not yield this moment to tradition. Farlan was shocked, but rescinded the offer with a supportive smile. His brother had found himself, and the King was proud.
On the evening of your final night at the palace - Leona finds you alone on the balcony of your shared room. If he was going to do anything, it would be now. Initially he was 100% confident in getting your acceptance, but the longer he watches the less sure he becomes. Deep down there is rooted fear that he will once again become second choice, and that you’ll choose to return to your world over him. His hands are in his pockets, and one of them fists around the ring he prepared long ago.
Right when he moved to back out, you turned to come back inside. Your serene stature brightened at the sight of him, and he gained back some confidence. If you could only look at him that way forever…well, here goes nothing.
What are you doing out there without a coat? It gets extremely cold in the Savannah during the night. Do you want to get sick? I won’t be the one taking care of you….,” he sighs, pushing the door open, “Stubborn mule. Make some room, I’m coming out there….I’m near-certain that you figured it out, but this isn’t just a normal vacation. I brought you here to ask for your hand. What?? Stop playing dumb. Not your ‘hand’ hand - oh, for crying out- marriage! I am asking you to marry me!….I am taking the laughter as a yes, now give me your finger”
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{ 'Everything the light touches...is our kingdom' - A golden sunrise. Befitting. He used to hate them. Hate that phrase too. Yet you are the sun that Leona has been searching for. He continues to fight against fate in hopes that his efforts will bare fruit, and you are living proof that there is a chance. Maybe not easily. His life might not be what he originally dreamed. He may not get to sit on a throne of light . Yet there is a light in his life, and he likes to think that fate did not bring it to him. No, he found you all on his own.}
Ruggie Bucchi
'I don't see why you haven't proposed to that young darling yet. Keep waiting and you'll miss your chance, boy'
Well, of all the things Ruggie expected to hear during his visit home, that wasn't one. Normally he'd be nagged over being away too long, or not writing home enough. This? It caught him off guard. Grandma was always sticking her nose where it didn't belong...but, maybe she had a point this time.
Your relationship. It's not something Ruggie has given much thought. It's uncharacteristic of him to get comfortable enough not to look a few steps ahead, but he's gone soft. A fact that he begrudgingly accepts with a grain of salt.
Naturally, he doesn't admit this out loud and instead changes the topic. On the outside, he acts normal and helps out around the house. However, internally he is thinking over his grandmother's prying.
Marriage. It's not necessarily 'beneficial,' to say the least. With only a few months left until graduation, he'll finally be entering the rat-race to secure himself a comfortable position for life. He's worked hard and developed connections to make it happen. The finish line is right there.
Where does that leave you? He can't necessarily be as flexible if he has a partner to worry about. It's a weak link, and might cause problems in his plans. The smart thing to do would be to break things off. After all, how many school romances get a happy ending? It's so unrealistic. He'll be busy with work, you'll have your own responsibilities, and eventually it will be like you are strangers with a title tying both of you together.
This reasoning alone is enough to settle the problem. It's just - he doesn't like it. It's the most realistic path and he hates it. If it was about finding a companion, then he could do it later in life.
But when he tries to picture that lifestyle with anyone other than you, it doesn't sit right. It's physically upsetting, and makes him nauseated.
Sleep evades him that night. Ruggie finds himself sitting in the kitchen doing homework, burning the midnight oil until he can think with a clear head. Naturally, his all-knowing grandmother finds him there and makes him spill his thoughts.
She's direct with her advice. It's rare for Ruggie to be stumped considering his quick-wit, and understanding emotions is a wisdom you gain with experience.
For someone like Ruggie, who's always maximized every outcome and thought ahead - you're a weakness. Something that he can't control, and yet exactly what he needs in life. We don't get to choose who we love in life. Love is unpredictable, and Ruggie's found it at a young age. Career opportunities come and go, but he will never get back the time spent at your side...so why not maximize that instead? Hm?
He leaves for NRC the following day. For the last time, considering it is his final year. On the way he stops at multiple markets and dips into his savings. With nothing but a ring and an idea, he ditches his stuff in his dorm and heads to Ramshackle.
He's not nervous. That left his system the night prior. His grandmother's tough advice hardened that up quick.
He knocks on the door, half expecting one of the resident ghosts to answer. Instead it's you, and he's down on one knee before you can speak. With one hand, he holds out the ring. The other itches his nose in attempt to hide his wobbly grin.
"Shishishishi~ I don't have to explain what's going on, right? I'm sure you can put two-and-two together quickly. Are you really so surprised that you have nothing to say? Hmm, I guess that I can take the lead. Pretty soon I'll be leaving. You still have another year here, and I can't promise that I will be around much. Until now, I had no plan for us. Likely because being with you is the most natural thing I have experienced. I've always aimed for a life of comfort, but now I want you in that picture too, y'know? So...when you graduate next year, will you marry me? I'll be patiently waiting, shishi~”
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{Rose Quartz. The symbol of unconditional love and family. Something Ruggie hasn't experienced much in his life, and is grateful for. Ruggie did not want to choose a generic gem. Not for this. He may be known for cutting corners, but this is too important. He has done his fair share of trading, and knows exactly what to look for when shopping. No salesperson alive could convince him otherwise. You may not understand the meaning behind the gem, but that's alright. He doesn't mind, because this is the ring he'll see on your finger until you're both old and grey}
Jack Howl
Jack takes the longest out of all in his dorm. In result, his proposal is the most natural. Not to say that he does not put thought into it! Oh no, this poor lad hella overthinks the event. It's just getting him to the proposing stage is - well, anticlimactic?
All Jack requires is time. Once you've both settled in to your lives on an individual standpoint, with time comes thoughts of taking your relationship to the next level. As adults who have been together for years, it's only natural? At least for Jack. He has never been for or against getting married. So, there really is no internal battle for him to fight. He just? Lets himself be happy with the idea? I know, I know. It sounds too easy - but think about it. Jack is responsible, kind, and a bit like a golden retriever (or should I just say wolf?). He doesn't ignore his feelings. So if he feels that he want's to marry you, then why not? The worst that can happen is you say no.
There was no epiphany. No spark or overwhelming feeling of affection that made him want to marry you. No impending doom, nervousness, or special moment that he can pinpoint as 'the moment'. Nothing. You weren't even around.
He was merely finishing up morning jog and heading home. The thought casually entered his head, and he let it stay. Over time it reappeared over and over, until he felt that he'd heard it enough to act on it.
Jack is high-key observant and knows your likes and dislikes by heart. He feels that such an important moment is something he needs to think through deeply, and on his own. Many have been at the receiving end of his determination, and that doesn't exclude you. Once he's set his mind to something, there is no holding back. Over the course of weeks he proceeds to undergo self-reflection, and craft a proposal that he feels is perfect.
One question he spends time thinking about is 'where,' because Jack would prefer to do an intimate act like proposing somewhere private. The last thing he wants you to feel is pressure to accept, so he chooses to propose on a late night walk. This might arise suspicion since he isn't in workout gear, which is rare. Yet it's a price Jack is willing to pay. He's never been great with surprises anyways.
He tries to uphold some element of mystery though. Do not laugh, but he put the in a plastic bag and hid it inside the container for his protein powder. When times get tough, you have to get a little creative.
Right before your evening stroll, he says that he wants to make a shake (under the pretense that afterwards he'll work-out). In actuality, he takes an empty bottle and slips the ring inside.
While you're both walking, he shakes it around and 'complains' that nothing is coming out. With you completely unknowing, he opens the cap and feigns surprise. It makes you curious, and he hands over the bottle a bit too eagerly
It's light, you note instantly. A glance inside reveals the ring, and when you pull it out Jack stops walking. His face sets with determination despite the red hue overtaking his neck and ears.
Will you marry me?? -- oh wait, that was too blunt, wasn't it? Hang on!, " he takes a breath, and coughs into his fist, "So. I've been doing some thinking. We've been together for years now, and to me you've become irreplaceable. I don't know how else to describe how I feel, other than to say that you are the person I want to spend my life with. I can only hope that you feel this way too,"
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{He isn't a man of the arts. Jack has no eye for fancy jewels, or what's an appropriate design. He originally thought to have the shop keeper help him decide. Yet, that felt impersonal. So he perused many stores, and did his best to imagine your reaction to seeing each ring. Nothing caught his eye until this peridot. A simple cut with an eye-catching color. Sure, it's not what others would recommend but he liked it. Who would Jack be to deny his gut instinct?}
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twistiraki · 3 months
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🎀The Twisted Wonderland housewardens save you from your bullies 🎀
‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗ TᗯIᔕTEᗪ ᗯOᑎᗪEᖇᒪᗩᑎᗪ Characters Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus x F!Reader Warnings bullying ‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗
The cold, oppressive atmosphere of Night Raven College bore witness to the relentless cruelty inflicted upon Y/n by the three Savanaclaw students. They were a toxic trio, reveling in the sadistic pleasure of tormenting the lone soul who dared to be different.
In the shadows of the twisting corridors, the bullies cornered Y/n with malevolent grins and whispered taunts. "Look who we have here, the little misfit," sneered one of them, his words dripping with disdain.
Y/n, a stoic figure determined to withstand the onslaught, clenched her teeth, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing her crack. The leader of the tormentors, a sinister figure with a twisted smile, circled her like a predator closing in on its prey.
"What's the matter, Y/n? Cat got your tongue?" another jeered, causing the trio to burst into mocking laughter. The echoes of their cruelty resonated through the desolate halls, amplifying Y/n's isolation.
Their torment wasn't limited to words alone; the bullies seized every opportunity to strip Y/n of her dignity. One day, they snatched her bag, rifling through its contents like scavengers pillaging a carcass. They tossed her belongings carelessly on the cold floor, savoring the sight of her distress.
On another occasion, the trio targeted Y/n during a public event, exploiting the vulnerability of the crowded space. They humiliated her with disparaging remarks, their malicious words cutting through the air like a relentless storm. Y/n, standing alone amidst the sea of indifferent faces, fought back tears, unwilling to grant them the satisfaction of witnessing her vulnerability.
The torment escalated when the bullies, driven by an insidious desire to break her spirit, attempted to steal Y/n's clothing. The malicious intent behind their actions was clear, pushing her to the brink of despair.
In that harrowing moment, as they tugged at the fabric that shielded her from their malicious intent, Y/n's defenses crumbled. The tears she had fought so hard to contain spilled over, marking her surrender to the relentless darkness that engulfed her.
The bullies reveled in their perceived victory, their laughter echoing like a haunting melody. Y/n, now defenseless and broken, sank to her knees, a shattered reflection of the person she used to be.
Yet, as the trio reveled in their malevolence, the distant echo of approaching footsteps disrupted their sadistic revelry… 
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The cold corridors of Night Raven College seemed to intensify as the bullies' attention shifted from Y/n to the unexpected intruder, Riddle Rosehearts. The leader of the trio, emboldened by a sense of defiance, sneered, "What's the Heartslabyul housewarden doing, playing the hero? Is this your new pet project, Rosehearts?"
Riddle's stern expression remained steadfast, a protective shield against the barbs directed his way. "I'm enforcing the rules, something you three seem to have forgotten. Now, leave her alone," he retorted, his tone laced with an unyielding edge.
The bullies, undeterred by the stern warning, turned their attention to Riddle, attempting to humiliate him in the same manner they had targeted Y/n. "Maybe Rosehearts has a soft spot for misfits. Or is there something else going on here?" one of them jeered, a malicious glint in their eyes.
Riddle's gaze hardened, but he didn't allow their words to rattle him. Instead, he focused on Y/n, offering her his cape for warmth and comfort. "Ignore them," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm in the aftermath of the storm.
Y/n, still recovering from the emotional turmoil, met Riddle's eyes with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity. "Why are you helping me?" she asked, her vulnerability laid bare.
Riddle hesitated for a moment, his stern exterior cracking to reveal a hint of sincerity. "No one should be treated like that. Besides, it's my duty as the housewarden of Heartslabyul to enforce the rules," he replied, though the subtle inflection in his voice hinted at a deeper, unspoken truth.
As the bullies persisted in their attempts to tarnish Riddle's reputation, he remained resolute. However, the time for words had passed. With a swift and practiced motion, Riddle invoked his unique magic, "Off with your head," causing ethereal sparks to materialize and collar the bullies as a consequence for their actions.
The trio, now restrained by red head’s signature spell, looked to Riddle with shock and fear. He addressed them with an unwavering gaze. "Learn to respect others, or face the consequences," he declared, his authority unshaken.
Turning back to Y/n, Riddle offered a reassuring smile. "You don't have to worry about them anymore. Let me help you and walk you to your dorm," he said, a subtle undertone of warmth in his voice.
Riddle thought to himself that the bullies were right. He did have a soft spot for misfits. In particular this misfit. He had always liked Y/n. As they walked to Y/n’s dorm Riddle tried to hide his face, which was now as red as his hair.  
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In the dimly lit corridor, Leona Kingscholar, the formidable housewarden of Savanaclaw, stood between Y/n and her tormentors. The atmosphere crackled with tension as the bullies, momentarily taken aback, decided to redirect their malice towards the imposing figure that stood before them.
"So, the sleepy lion decides to play the hero," one of the bullies sneered, attempting to mask their unease with false bravado.
Leona's emerald eyes narrowed, a low growl escaping his throat as he stared down the trio. "You've got a problem with how I do things?" he challenged, his voice a menacing rumble that reverberated through the corridor.
The bullies, perhaps underestimating the fierce resolve that lay beneath Leona's laid-back demeanor, stepped back. "Why are you protecting her? Got yourself a new little plaything, housewarden?" one of them jeered, a sinister grin stretching across their face.
Leona's expression darkened, his patience wearing thin. "I protect what's under my care. That's all you need to know," he replied, his words carrying an implicit warning that sent shivers down the spines of the tormentors.
Undeterred, the bullies attempted to taunt him further, their words laced with a futile attempt at intimidation. "Maybe you've got a crush on her, huh?" another one jeered.
Leona's growl intensified, his dominant aura radiating an almost tangible threat. "You're pushing your luck, buddy" he warned, his gaze flickering dangerously.
As the tension escalated, Leona stepped forward, looming over the bullies with an imposing stature that left them visibly unsettled. "Consider this your only warning. Cross me again, and you'll regret it," he asserted, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.
The bullies, realizing the gravity of their situation, hastily retreated, their bravado shattered in the face of Leona's unwavering dominance. As they fled the scene, fear etched across their faces, Leona turned his attention back to Y/n.
"You alright?" he asked, the harsh edges of his demeanor softening as he surveyed her. Y/n, still reeling from the confrontation, nodded silently.
Leona, surprising even himself with the depth of his concern, took a step closer. His hand gently cupped Y/n's cheek, his touch surprisingly tender. "I hate to see this pretty face upset," he murmured to himself, his voice a low, soothing rumble.
As the lion helped pick up Y/n’s stuff from the ground, the situation made him angrier and angrier. He’s going to make sure to teach those punks a lesson tomorrow morning during training.”Got yourself a new little plaything?” those words lingering in Leona’s head. Plaything. He scoffs at the idea. Y/n is so much more than that…
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In the dimly lit corridors of Night Raven College, the relentless torment aimed at Y/n had attracted the attention of Azul Ashengrotto. As he intervened to protect her, the bullies, recognizing the charismatic housewarden from Octavinelle, shifted their focus to the unexpected adversary.
"Looks like we've got ourselves a hero," one of the bullies scoffed, a malicious glint in his eyes. The leader, emboldened by the presence of a new target, attempted to humiliate Azul. "What's your game, Ashengrotto? Trying to play the savior for this loser?"
Azul's gaze remained unfazed, his smooth composure undeterred. "I suggest you mind your own business," he retorted, his voice carrying a subtle warning. However, the bullies, now fueled by audacity, turned their attention to Y/n once more.
In the face of the renewed onslaught, Azul stepped forward, shielding Y/n with a protective stance. "It seems you're mistaken," he said, directing his attention to Y/n. "This isn't about playing the hero. No one deserves to be treated like this."
The bullies, sensing an unexpected vulnerability in Azul's defense of Y/n, attempted to exploit it. "What's the matter, Ashengrotto? You fancy this loser here?" they sneered, hoping to provoke a reaction.
Azul's gaze flickered, a subtle hint of discomfort betraying his composed exterior. However, he quickly regained his confidence, addressing Y/n with a more reassuring tone. "Don't pay them any mind. Let me take care of this."
Turning back to the bullies, Azul's expression hardened. "You might want to reconsider your actions. I have quite a bit of dirt on both of you, and I'm not afraid to use it. And let's not forget about the Leech Twins—they're always hungry for interesting tidbits."
The mention of the Leech Twins sent a shiver down the bullies' spines, their confidence crumbling in the face of potential repercussions. Sensing their defeat, they slinked away, leaving Azul and Y/n in the now empty corridor.
Azul turned back to Y/n, his usual confidence giving way to a more genuine concern. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Trash like them need people like us to torment, to make themselves feel better.”
Y/n, still reeling from the emotional turmoil, nodded appreciatively. Azul continued to guide her to the Mostro lounge, knowing she will be safe there. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the commanding presence he displayed moments ago.
As they navigated the halls together, Azul couldn't help but feel a twinge of awkwardness. He was normally confident and composed, but Y/n's presence seemed to unravel his polished exterior. He knows all too well what it’s like to be treated like that. And the thought that Y/n had to endure the same thing made him want to protect her more. Like a precious pearl he can’t stand to share with anyone.
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In the dimly lit corridors of Night Raven College, Kalim Al-Asim's radiant presence cast a warm glow that contrasted with the shadows of cruelty that clung to the bullies tormenting Y/n. As Kalim approached the scene, unaware of the tension, he couldn't fathom the depths of their malicious intent.
"Hey, what's going on here?" Kalim's voice echoed with genuine curiosity, a beacon of positivity in the oppressive atmosphere.
The leader of the bullies sneered, seizing the opportunity to redirect their malevolence. "Well, well, if it isn't the Scarabian sun himself. What's it to you, Kalim? Lost your little guard dog?"
Kalim chuckled, oblivious to their attempts at humiliation. "Nah, I was just passing by. Just got back from the pop music club. What's got you so worked up?"
Unperturbed, the bullies turned around to face Kalim, attempting to exploit the vulnerability they perceived in his sunny disposition. "Oh, look, he's trying to play the hero. Say, does the housewarden of Scarabia like this little misfit?."
Y/n, still reeling from the earlier torment, looked at Kalim with a mixture of gratitude and surprise. Kalim, however, beamed back, seemingly unaffected by their insinuations.
"What? Well, who wouldn't want to be friends with someone as amazing as Y/n?" Kalim responded, his sincerity disarming in its authenticity.
The bullies persisted, their cruel words attempting to chip away at Kalim's unwavering spirit. "Heh. Do you hear that, Y/n? There’s finally someone willing to put up with your pathetic act of a personality! I guess our little otter here is too stupid to see how worthless you are."
It was when they directed their malice back at Y/n, their words a venomous assault, that Kalim's carefree demeanor faltered. His eyes narrowed, the red glow dimming as a protective instinct took hold.
"Enough is enough," Kalim asserted, his voice carrying an unexpected edge. "You don't get to treat people like this."
Undeterred, the bullies persisted, casting disparaging remarks at both Kalim and Y/n. In response, Kalim maintained his composure, shielding Y/n from the verbal onslaught with unwavering resolve.
When the bullies continued to escalate the situation, Kalim took charge. "That's it. We're done here," he declared, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. He offered a hand to Y/n, helping her to her feet with a reassuring touch.
"Let's get you out of here," Kalim suggested, handing Y/n her scattered belongings. "If you ever feel unsafe, Jamil and I are here for you."
The unease in the bullies' expressions was palpable as they realized their words didn’t affect their targets anymore. Kalim's protective stance and genuine concern for Y/n had disrupted their cruel narrative.
As the bullies slinked away, annoyed by the outcome, Kalim escorted Y/n back to Scarabia. Their walk was filled with moments of comforting silence, punctuated by Kalim's attempts to lighten the mood with his infectious laughter. When Y/n finally gave him a smile back he perked up. ��It’s so nice to see you smile again!” The sight gave him new confidence to land a kiss on Y/n’s cheek. 
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Within the dark corridors of Night Raven College, the tormentors faced an unexpected obstacle in their pursuit of cruelty: Vil Schoenheit. As the charismatic figure stepped into the scene, the bullies exchanged uneasy glances, momentarily thrown off balance by the interference.
"Are you so starved for attention that you resort to tormenting others?" Vil's voice, laced with disdain, sliced through the air. His steely gaze met the bullies', challenging them to proceed.
However, their malevolence knew no bounds. Unwilling to be deterred, the bullies redirected their scorn towards Vil, attempting to humiliate him for daring to protect Y/n. "Look at this, the pretty prince thinks he can play hero. What, do you like the little misfit?" one of them jeered, the venom in his words aimed at both Vil and Y/n.
Vil, however, remained unfazed, ignoring their attempts to provoke him. Instead, he focused on Y/n, helping her up with a gentleness that contradicted the harsh reality they were facing. His fingers delicately corrected her clothing, fixed her tie, and smoothed her tousled hair. Vil's eyes met hers, a silent reassurance passing between them.
"Pay them no mind," he whispered, his breath brushing against Y/n's ear, a gesture that held an undercurrent of intimacy. "They thrive on our reactions."
The bullies, frustrated by Vil's indifference, resorted to physically assaulting Y/n, grabbing her by the shoulder. Before their cruelty could escalate further, Vil's hand shot out like a viper, gripping the offender's wrist with an intimidating strength.
"It's in your best interest to leave," Vil asserted, his voice low and threatening. "I won't tolerate such behavior. Choose wisely."
The bullies, now cowed by the unexpected turn of events, hastily retreated, leaving Vil and Y/n in the aftermath of their confrontation.
Vil escorted Y/n to his dorm, a haven away from the oppressive bullying that had sought to consume her. Inside his room, he offered her a seat and gently handed her a towel, his eyes reflecting genuine concern.
"Take your time," Vil said softly, his hands meticulously tending to a small cut on Y/n's cheek. "You deserve better than the cruelty of those einzellers."
As Vil carefully cleaned the remnants of the bullying, his thoughts betrayed the secret that he harbored in the depths of his heart. He cared deeply for Y/n, and every gentle touch, every word of reassurance, echoed the silent confession he dared not speak aloud.
"You deserve to be treated with kindness," he murmured. “Just make sure to stay by my side, Y/n.”
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The dimly lit corridor was transformed into a battleground as Idia Shroud stepped forward, his normally reserved demeanor overshadowed by an unexpected fierceness. The bullies, accustomed to preying on the vulnerable, saw an opportunity to assert dominance over someone they perceived as even weaker — the introverted Idia.
"You think you can protect her?" one of the bullies taunted, a malicious smirk on his face. "What's the weakling going to do?"
Idia, his disheveled hair falling over his determined eyes, stood defiantly, shielding Y/n from the impending storm. The bullies, sensing a perceived vulnerability, closed in on the pair, their laughter echoing through the corridor.
"Why are you even bothering, Shroud? What's in it for you?" another bully jeered, the air thick with arrogance.
Y/n's heart sank, anticipating the onslaught of mockery that was about to befall them both. Idia, feeling the weight of their poisonous words, clenched his fists, his usual anxiety exacerbated by the confrontation.
"Why would someone like you bother to protect her?" another bully chimed in, his tone dripping with contempt. "She's not worth it, and you're just making yourself look like more of a loser."
The bullies, emboldened by their perceived victory, closed in on Idia and Y/n. The pressure intensified, and Y/n's distress became palpable. Idia, however, couldn't bear to see her suffer any longer.
In a moment of unexpected defiance, the blue flames in Idia's hair intensified, shifting to a fiery orange. The air crackled with newfound energy as Idia's eyes blazed with determination. He had reached his breaking point.
"What do you know about worth?" Idia snapped, his usually timid voice cutting through the tension like a samurai sword. "You think you can just waltz around, tormenting others without consequence? Well, think again."
The bullies, now faced with an Idia they hadn't anticipated, faltered as he unleashed a verbal onslaught more cutting than their own. "You want to mock me? Fine. But lay off her. You have no idea what it's like to be her, to carry the weight of your cruelty every day."
As his words hung in the air, Idia's threat escalated. "And if you don't back off right now, I'll make sure your precious devices become my playground. Hacking is my specialty, and trust me, I can make your lives a living nightmare."
The bullies, genuinely frightened by the unexpected turn of events, retreated in haste, leaving Idia and Y/n alone in the aftermath of the confrontation. As the echoes of their footsteps faded, Idia's fiery aura subsided, returning to the familiar blue and turned his attention to Y/n.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softening as he reached out to gently wipe away the tears that still clung to her cheeks.
Y/n nodded, a mixture of gratitude and admiration in her eyes. "Thank you, Idia. I didn't expect..."
Idia cut her off with a dismissive wave. "It's not like I did it for you or anything. I just couldn't stand their stupidity."
As the tension eased, Idia reverted to his introverted self, a visible anxiety settling over him. "I... um, well, I should go. Just forget about it," he mumbled, glancing away.
But as he turned to leave, Y/n caught his hand. "Idia, wait. Thank you," she said, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "You didn't have to do that, but you did."
Idia's eyes met hers, a subtle warmth beneath the layers of his usual aloofness. "Just don't make it a habit of needing my help," he quipped, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. Even though those words escaped his blue lips, in his heart he hoped that Y/n would come to him in her days of need. 
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In the gloomy halls of Night Raven College, the three Savanaclaw bullies tried to justify their actions as mere play, their voices faltering under Malleus Draconia's piercing gaze. "We were just messing around, no harm intended," one of them stammered, attempting to downplay the cruelty they had inflicted upon Y/n.
Malleus, his patience exhausted, snapped his fingers. In an instant, the bullies were suspended above the ground. The Diasomnia housewarden wasted no time; his eyes met Y/n's, and the look on her face spoke volumes. This was not mere play; it was torment.
Outside, the atmosphere shifted, echoing Malleus's wrath. Lightning flashed, and thunder roared, a visceral manifestation of the storm brewing within him. The bullies, now terrified, were at the mercy of the fae prince's judgment.
With a graceful motion Malleus offered Y/n a hand to help her up. The warmth of his touch was a stark contrast to the chilling air of the college. "Are you hurt?" he asked, genuine concern evident in his eyes.
Y/n shook her head, grateful for Malleus's intervention. As they stood together, the fae prince surveyed the bullies with a cold, calculating gaze. "Explain yourselves," he demanded, his voice like the rumble of distant thunder.
The bullies, now realizing the gravity of their actions, stumbled over their words. Malleus's patience waned, and with another snap of his fingers, he immobilized them once more, this time freezing their levitating bodies.
Turning back to Y/n, Malleus took a step closer, his eyes softening as he surveyed the emotional toll the ordeal had taken on her. "I can make them feel the pain they inflicted upon you, Y/n," he offered, his voice low and filled with restrained fury.
Y/n, however, shook her head again, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and reluctance. "No, Malleus. I don't want that."
Respecting her wishes, Malleus released the bullies, who fell to the ground with a thud before scrambling to flee. The housewarden, however, wasn't finished. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned Y/n's scattered belongings, collecting them with a gentle sweep of his hand.
"Allow me," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers as he gathered her things. Malleus, his expression softening, lifted Y/n into his arms, carrying her bridal style.
As they navigated the corridors, Malleus's gaze remained on Y/n, a silent promise of protection and comfort. "No one should be subjected to such cruelty," he stated, his voice a low growl.
Once they reached a more secluded spot, Malleus gently set Y/n down. "If ever you need someone to shield you from the shadows, know that I am here," he confessed, his eyes revealing the depth of his emotions.
The lingering thunder outside echoed the storm within Malleus, but his gaze softened, and a hint of vulnerability appeared as he regarded Y/n. "Do you feel safe now?"
Y/n nodded “T-thank you, Malleus… You’re my savior.” Upon seeing her smile Malleus felt his worries wash away. To reflect this new found emotion the storms outside seem to lay down, making way for the sun to reveal its face once again. Malleus kneeled before her, cupping her face in his hand. “I won’t let anyone harm you ever again.”
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[ "Serendipitous? Engagement" ]
Leona Kingscholar x GN!Reader
Summary: Although it was his idea to get engaged and hired you to become his beloved ‘fiancé’, and to dodge the impending doom of marrying another noble’s child; his fake happiness became harder to maintain as he thought about the real purpose of the engagement and the fact that it is just a contract and not a true sign of love or commitment.
You don't know why he had chosen you–out of all the rich people and nobles–but you accepted the proposal after mulling it over and over for almost a month. It was only an engagement for publicity after all, right?
Tags: 18+, one shot, explicit, eventual smut, PDA (making out in public), blow job while driving (giving), arranged engagement/marriage, use of sex toy (dildo), double penetration (penis and toy in one hole), creampie, erotic asphyxiation (choking/breath play), oral fixation, porn with feelings, reader is not Yuu (?)
Word Count: 9.1K words
A/N: I got a bit busy, but here you go. Merry Christmas and drive safe, kids!
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Pose, click, flash. Pose, click, flash. The camera shutter clicked away in each romantic pose of the couple.
"Can you two please get a bit closer?" The photographer begged.
The two of you stood in a beautiful artificial garden inside a studio, with flowers blooming all around, the fresh scent tickled your noses. He held you close to him and you embraced each other, as you looked into the camera with smiles that seemed genuine enough to the public. You two somehow looked like a sick ‘in love’ couple.
Leona could help but think of the experience as excruciating. As the photoshoot progressed and he spent more time in front of the camera surrounded by the opulence and pageantry of the engagement studio, he found himself growing increasingly annoyed and uncomfortable. 
Although it was his idea to get engaged and hired you to become his beloved ‘fiancé’, and to dodge the impending doom of marrying another noble’s child; his fake happiness became harder to maintain as he thought about the real purpose of the engagement and the fact that it is just a contract and not a true sign of love or commitment.
You don't know why he had chosen you–out of all the rich people and nobles–but you accepted the proposal after mulling it over and over for almost a month. It was only an engagement for publicity after all, right?
"Leona, put your arms around your fiancé."
That set him off and his ears subtly flickered. He could have sworn he would have snarled if he did not know any better. Since he wanted to get this torture over with, Leona set his jaw and placed his hands on your hips. He felt the heat of your body radiate through.
The moment his fingers splayed across the smooth curves of your hips, his eyes had nearly crossed. The photographer saw his brain short circuit at the contact, but you did not. The photographer was thrilled with the new position and took more shots. The contact was agony. Leona could not wait to let you go.
"This is amazing! Keep it like this!”
The photographer clicked away, giggling and all giddy. Leona's eyes rolled into the back of his head. It's been a while for Leona since he felt heat like this against him.  
"Okay, keep going! Now kiss."
Now he really wanted to gouge out his eyes. Leona pulled you close and put his arms around you. Your faces were so close, the contact of your breath and the warmth of your face were almost too much.
"Closer," the photographer pleaded once again.
As the poses got really awkward by each click, you wanted to choke the photographer like how you would throttle a chicken. Regardless, at the back of your mind, if you're going to be uncooperative, this will tarry a bit longer; and it does not take a genius to guess that the 'couple' were both uncomfortable.
However, you gave what the photographer wanted and clutched your deft fingers on the man's tie and pulled him down for a 'kiss'—that was only a touch lighter than a feather.
Leona's jaw tightened as you grabbed hold of his tie and pulled him into a faux kiss. But something about the gesture that caused his brain to short circuit again. The contact was fleeting but powerful. 
The warmth of your lips lingered on his for a moment before you pulled back. The photographer was ecstatic and couldn't stop clicking away. Your touch caused Leona to take a deep inhale and he closed his eyes for a second. He had been shaken by the contact and he was not sure exactly why. His grip on your hips tightened.
The camera man himself was clicking with glee. He was taking photos from every angle he could think of, including overhead. He even told the two of you to kiss again from different angles. Leona and you were forced to pantomime an entire love-filled scene as the photographer continued with his photoshoot, capturing images in a variety of poses and settings.
Sooner, as if it was becoming too much, you escaped from Leona's tightening grasp with a small frown knitting on your forehead. Yes, you just made 'kissing' poses for a few minutes now and it was ridiculous.
You puffed before you spoke sternly, "Is this a bit too much? We've been at this kind of pose and you still haven't got a good shot despite your visible gleeful clicking... in every angle.”
"Have we mistakenly hired an incompetent one?" You shifted your weight on your right leg and waited for the photographer's response. You did not care if you were being a bit confrontational. Your work is waiting for you and you are way off the allocated schedule for today.
"Incompetent? I— you — how dare!" the photographer exploded as he took a step closer to you. "This is— " he broke in mid-sentence to click away, "—a very common and professional way to capture a couple's engagement moment—" Click. Click. Click. "—and I find it quite disrespectful how you treat my work." Click. Click. 
The photographer crossed his arms and huffed. "I'll let you know that I'm very good at my job and I'm very good at what I do."
Click. Click. It seemed that the photographer was set on burning your retinas as another way to refute your words.
Your eyebrow raised at the photographer, finding the reaction of the man to your snide remark to be quite amusing to say the least. As the camera continued to shutter, a visible smirk was now painted on your features, which was a far cry from your normal disposition.
You turned back to Leona and proceeded to pose again, this time, with a dissipating smile on your lips. You spoke sternly once more, albeit merely a tease, "You better be."
Leona's gaze flitted between you and the photographer. He swallowed hard and tightened his grip on your hips. A soft shiver rolled down his spine when your eyes met, a soft flush suffused his face with warmth for a moment. It was like the temperature had spiked the second your lips brushed his own again.
The photographer snapped another photo and clicked, his gaze was sharp. You were slightly amused, but Leona was shaken for a reason he only had the answer to.
Leona's gaze landed back at the photographer, an edge to his tone as he demanded, "That's enough for now.”
The photographer finally stopped clicking and nodded at the couple. 
"Excellent! Perfect! Just lovely. I'll go get your photos for you by this evening." A few more minutes passed before the photographer eventually left. And with that, your private photoshoot and the morning were over.
You almost practically jumped on your feet when the exasperating shoot was finally over and about. Despite your now stiff muscles, you carried your weight on the porcelain floor of the studio with deliberate strides of your legs towards a table where your things were seated at.
After that, you graced Leona with one last glance and a small nod as if saying, 'I'll go first,' then merrily made your way to the exit of the venue, letting Leona’s staff deal with the mundane task for the photoshoot’s aftermath. When your head was washed off of the photoshoot, your work almost immediately shoved the thoughts out and took the driver's seat of your mind.
Leona's eyes remain on the people around for a moment longer before finally moving to follow you with his eyes. The man watched as you started to leave. He shakes his head a little, irritated. Then with a sigh, he followed your lead. He walked after you through the double doors, catching up with you and taking you by the arm to stop you.
"Hold on," he said as he turned you towards him. "What's the rush?”
A plain brown envelope—filled with work documents—almost dropped into the floor when your grasp on it loosened from the abrupt pull of your arm. You were on the cobblestone sidewalk of the building and was ready to scurry away.
You were in reverie, already thinking of a myriad of things you would do back at your office for the rest of the remaining afternoon hours, but it seemed to you that you would not be able to do much, now that your 'fiancé' looked keen on maybe... spending time with you.
"Because Mr., I still have pending work for the day. I did not expect our photoshoot would devour time like that." You checked the time on your wrist watch briefly then fixed your gaze once again at Leona. 
Your brows furrowed, not in frustration but rather curiosity, and spoke casually in a softer tone.
"Uhm... do you want to discuss more things about this? I'll opt out of my schedule for today. It seems I'm still behind regardless of whether I'll ditch you right now or not." Your lips curled into a friendly smile, but not overly done so, just the smile you use on strangers and acquaintances. 
Leona studied you carefully before a small grin adorned his lips. The man’s hand reaches up and brushes his fingers across your lips. The action caused his stomach to flutter and his ears flicker as if he just had a rush of adrenaline.
"You're already a few hours behind, what's a few more?" he said as he leaned in a little closer. You realized you were nearly nose to nose at this point.
"I have one condition," he continued as his hands moved down to your hips again and he stepped fully into your personal space. "First, kiss me again," he said with a grin, his voice low and sensual, "Just one more time."
He made his condition sound tempting, like he was giving you a reward. He wanted to see if the same spark still exists between you the way it did only over an hour ago. If he was right, you two might not have to wait until the wedding for this feeling to be shared again.
As you felt Leona's hands back on your hips, your breath was caught in your throat and Leona might have succeeded in making your heart rate rise more than necessary.
"Wha—?" you uttered then landed your hand on Leona's chest as if you both unintentionally mimicked one of the many poses you did at the shoot.
As if a switch has turned on, a smug grin curled on your lips, your tease streak resurfaced just like how you confronted the photographer half an hour ago. 
"Oh, my darling Leona, did my prior light feather kisses have affected you that much?" you audaciously goaded the man further with a coy smile.
Your hand on Leona's chest is like a jolt of electricity. His breath hitched and his heart raced. He can feel the heat rising on his skin. Leona stares at you, utterly transfixed. 
"Yes..." he murmured. He stared at you with intensity, his expression was a mixture of want, longing and hunger and a little embarrassment. He could not quite meet your eyes as his skin flushed more.
"Again," he begged softly, "Do it again.” Leona took you by the collar and pushed you against the wall of the building and then leaned in closer. He pulled your head back to expose your neck. Leona was so close.
Leona stared deep into your eyes. You could smell his scent, a masculine musk and the faint scent of his cologne. You felt Leona's breath wafted on your face again, and something stirred deep inside you. Leona's expression was almost desperate, his green eyes filled with passion, desire and a hunger he cannot quite name.
You swore you could hear your heartbeat pounding on your eardrums. The thought of being intimate in public and being brazen about it–albeit only kissing–made your blood boil; and Leona's desperation for your kiss fanned the burning embers of pride and desire inside you. 
You may have looked cool outside but you are sure as hell of yourself that the man and his actions got you a bit worked up, but not as Leona was. As someone with an innate opportunistic trait, you decided to indulge not only Leona's wish but as well as to satisfy your own.
And so, your fingers framed Leona's sharp features, then you slowly leaned and passionately pressed your lips with him. 
It was like lighting a match into a pool of gasoline—passion flared up and spilled over with a rush. Your pride and Leona's desire met in the middle and suddenly the spark of that kiss was all consuming. Your mouths pressed together urgently, desperately. The taste of him was all you thought of and the feeling of your lips on Leona's are like nothing else in the world.
You two kissed for several moments—or maybe several lifetimes. Leona's desperation mirrored yours and your emotions were so intense that you two did not notice the crowd that was passing by and gave you a look.
"Mmh," Leona mumbled against your lips.
He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to savor the moment. The two of you were lost to the outside world, not caring who may be watching or what they might think of. All that mattered was the passionate expression of desire. 
Leona pulled you closer to him. A hand brushed your hair. It was an intense moment of connection for both of you as you both gave into the feeling. You two might have started a fake relationship, but the connection between you seemed almost real.
Your tongues clashed against each other for a few seconds before Leona pulled away. He was breathing hard and his tanned skin was pink with the flush. Leona slowly looked back at you, his expression was almost predatory, his gaze sharp and his jaw tight. He licked his lips and looked at you through heavy lidded eyes.
"Do that one more time," he uttered, his expression turning into a grin, "and we won't be going back to the office." Leona whispered something else in his mother tongue. His accent was thick.
Your lips met Leona's with almost a bruising force once more. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt Leona pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your lower back and holding you tight. Your kiss was paid in kind as he pressed his mouth against yours with ferocity. 
You pulled away for a moment before licking Leona's bottom lip and returning to kiss him again, as if you could not get enough of what you had started. Your own lips opened to meet Leona's own and the passion of the moment was enough to cause a moan to slip past your lips.
"Darling," you whispered against Leona's mouth, "bring me somewhere private." 
You begrudgingly pulled away, your lush lips colored in pink and were glossy from Leona's saliva. You were willing to give him more, to feel Leona's lips and tongue against your own with abandon. 
His grip had tightened on your waist. He felt your heart pounding against his own chest. His breath is hitched for a moment, as if the act of breathing has become a conscious effort. 
"You're mine," he whispered, "All of you."
His fingers moved up your neck to your ears and he whispered something in his language once again—something sweet and romantic. His eyes were sharp, but they were filled with a desire that was almost palpable.
"Yes..."  You sighed and closed your eyes. "I’m yours, my darling." 
Your relationship may have turned into something more as you both made your intentions known faster than any real relationship usually develops. Regardless, it did not matter for you both. The meaning of your whole interaction was crystal clear and you were not interested in being subtle or demure about it. 
You opened your eyes again and pressed your lips against Leona's. If you were going to give all yourself to the man, you wanted to have a taste of what you are going to lose if you were not to give all of yourself. 
After that last kiss, you pushed Leona away ever so slightly with a smoldering look on your face. "Now, don't make me wait, darling. I'll go mad."
You fixed your disheveled hair and clothes then looked back at the man, waiting for Leona to take you somewhere.
His breath is hitched at your words. His heart felt like it was going to beat straight out of his chest. The sound of blood rushing through his ears was all he heard. Leona looked at you for a moment before his eyes hardened and they burned.
His gaze traveled over your features. The way your clothes were slightly skewed added to your sexiness. Your lips were swollen from the kisses and your hair was rumpled and disheveled from his touch. You looked incredible and he felt the pull of desire like a strong magnet.
Leona kept staring at you through half lidded eyes. His expression was both playful and serious and there was a dangerous look to it that made your heart thrum in your chest. 
"Darling," he said, his voice was husky, "How about we make up for lost time and go to my apartment?"
He was not wasting any time. Leona took you by the hand and pulled you down the street as he continued speaking.
"I'll make us something to eat and we can..." Leona let his voice trail off, but you were given a clear hint of his plans for the night.
“Yes,” you fired back a hardly subtle flirtatious look.
Your heart was pounding as this was not a feeling you had expected in this arrangement. You had never met anyone like Leona who could make you burn with just one look. You were not questioning this feeling you felt. No amount of rationalism and logic can take it away. This was the most real thing you had ever felt and you did not mind laying some layers of your armor down.
Leona felt something stir in his core. Something that could not quite be explained in words. At this moment in time, Leona Kingscholar felt vulnerable. He took a step back with a small smile on his face and a flush high on his cheeks. Leona's expression turned into one of pure amusement as he studied you.
He opened his mouth as if he was to speak for a moment before shaking his head. His lips parted and there was an unspoken word that seemed to rest on his tongue for a moment before he finally said it.
"Follow me.”
Leona was headed for his car and got into the driver's seat. He watched as you climbed into the passenger's seat and fastened your seatbelt. You both stayed in silence for a few moments before Leona's gaze landed on your lips. He started the engine and pulled out of the parking space. He took a moment to clear his mind.
"Before I take you to my place," he said, his voice was laced with something almost sinister but just playful enough to be considered teasing. "I want you to do one more thing for me.”
You shot him a knowing look, your eyebrow arched as you placed your things at the backseat of the car. Soon, your eyes brazenly swooped Leona's figure behind the steering wheel. You tilted your head to the side with a come-hither expression mixed with amusement.
"Pray tell, Leona," you bit your lower lip, "Is it something I'd enjoy?”
“Oh, you will.” A devious smile spread across Leona's lips. "Just something to do with those kissable lips."
He glanced over at you and his expression became one of smolder. He took a deep breath and looked back to the road. His gaze moved back to you and settled on your lips again. His pulse quickened and his stomach was filled with butterflies from the anticipation that was practically electric.
"When I start to drive," he continued, his tone was low and almost a whisper. "Kiss me.”
Your expression went from a subtle smile into a full grin. "Wouldn't that be too much of a risk?" You chuckled, your body was fully turned towards the driver's seat. 
The car started to move slowly now and you ramped up your teasing. You could see Leona's jaw clenched and the way his fingers tightened their grasp on the steering wheel.
Leona swallowed hard and he could feel his stomach tighten, his mind filled with thoughts of doing something wild and reckless. Of putting all reason aside and doing something he might regret. He turned in his seat and met your gaze with a smile. 
"But I want to try something new." His ears flickered and his eyes went downcast and back up in a gesture that seemed almost teasing and playful. 
"Kiss me while I drive.” His gaze did not leave the road, but he could feel your fingers against him almost daring him.
"And I want you to tell me where you would want me to kiss you..." your voice trailed off. Your deft hand glided down on Leona's thighs, gently caressing the man's toned flesh up and down through his trousers, just barely touching Leona's growing huge bulge.
"Your pick," he murmured between a whisper and a groan. He shivered a little as his body reacted strongly to your touch. He could feel his face becoming hot as the blood rushed on it, feeling almost shy as he tried to resist. 
"As for where," he smirked, "I think you know well which spot I'm talking about.” Leona's breath hitched. Every cell in his body was alive with raw passion. He felt the heat rising on his skin, the way you caress his thighs sent shivers up his spine.
His eyes are fixed on the road in front of him. However, he could not seem to keep his eyes from glancing down. He did not dare to look at you, not while he's driving. He could not help but squirm a little in his seat as your hand caressed him. If you two were not in a moving vehicle, he would take you right there and claim you. No questions asked.
"Just drive slowly or stop driving if it becomes too much." Your lips curved into a devious grin. What you were about to do was certainly something a bit risky considering Leona was still driving the car. However, your devil's advocate side of your personality bested your rationale at the moment. 
So, you loosened your seatbelt and leaned closer to the driver's seat. With swift movements of your hands, you unbuckled Leona's belt and unzipped the man's trousers. 
"Oh? Just to my liking." A look of one being impressed colored your features as you laid eyes upon Leona's hardening dick. 
The bulge was huge alone and it certainly was impressive to the point your mouth shamelessly watered. You took a deep breath and kissed Leona's biceps through his suit jacket before going down on him—licking and sucking the cockhead and tasting him—as the man drove the car back to his apartment. 
Leona's face was flushed with intense passion and heat. His jaw slackened and a soft groan escaped his lips as you did whatever you wanted. He drove the car as best he could, which was not very good at all. His concentration and focus were entirely on the feeling of your warm and moist mouth around his cock.
The car zigzagged to the side from time to time, almost making it off the road and onto the sidewalks. But Leona hardly notices. He was lost in a world of bliss and your hands and mouth.
The car really veered onto the sidewalk now as it moved at a slow speed, almost hitting a cyclist. Leona's eyes were closed and he was panting heavily. He was completely immersed at the moment. His body was completely consumed by you and every nerve was on fire, every cell in his body alive with need and lust.
Leona was not driving—at least not like he was supposed to. His concentration was completely elsewhere, with you being the focal point of his universe. His voice was soft and hoarse. His eyes flickered in their sockets. 
"D-don't make me crash," Leona manages to mumble as he leaned back against the driver’s seat.
He glanced down at you and you could guess how flushed Leona's face was as he continued to drive whilst you gave him head. Leona let out a low groan, his heavy eyes were trained on the road ahead once again. 
He was doing his best to focus on the task at hand, to keep his attention on the car and its movements. But it was a real struggle, especially with your talented mouth on him.
You popped Leona's cock out of your mouth and almost sat back up. A soft chuckle slipped from your lips as your eyes glinted in mischief. Your face was flushed as well and your heart continued to pump blood more than it should; and your tongue reveled in the aftertaste of Leona’s precum.
"My god, you're like a drunk driver," you teased in barely a whisper. 
Your eyes darted from Leona's flustered face and back to still his hard cock, before you helped Leona in stopping the car on the side of the road. You wiped the sweat off Leona's forehead with a handkerchief and kissed his cheek.
"Let me drive back to your condo and we'll continue there," you quavered, as you tried your best not to laugh too much. You offered knowing damn well Leona had not come yet.
Leona was completely overwhelmed by the sensations you were giving him that he was not even fully aware of his surroundings anymore. He was lost in this moment of absolute lust and passion.
"Sevens..." he whispered. He leaned in and kissed your cheek as well. 
With one hand on your thigh and the other on the steering wheel, he looked at you with a small smirk on his lips, still catching his breath.
"You better make up for this, darling," he said, his voice hoarse as he stared at the road ahead.
"Yes, Leona. You will always have me." Your expression softened then zipped Leona's pants back before you switched seats.
With Leona's guide, you drove the way back to Leona's apartment. After a few more minutes, the two of you were finally inside Leona's luxurious place and you did not have the time to observe and adore the aesthetics of the interior because he practically pounced on you as soon as the door was locked.
Leona pushed you against the wall as soon as he locked the door. Leona's lips move over your mouth, pressing lightly, playfully. 
"Oh, is someone eager to finish what he started in the car?" you whispered. You bit your lower lip as you eyed Leona. The heat was  palpable as you watched Leona push you against the wall.
Your mouths met once again, more passionate this time and both of you groaned into it. You tasted as divine as anyone can taste—and judging from the heat and intensity of Leona's kiss, he wanted more of you with every iota of his being.
Your bodies pressed against each other as Leona pulled you closer, his hands running up and down all over your body, cupping, molding you to the perfect shape he had always fantasized about. Leona's tongue pushed into your mouth, then he let out a moan, and your breaths mingled together as the kiss grew even deeper.
The moment between you both was filled with intense heat and passion. Your scent filled his senses and it was impossible to resist you. Leona could not bear it any longer and broke the kiss. 
"Bedroom," is all he muttered before dragging you towards his bedroom.
"You're so forward. I love that," you uttered, smiling up at the man whose eyes seemed to contain an intensity that could burn a hole through your body.
You were more than happy to let Leona take you to his bedroom, but you would like to return the favor... eventually. For now, you let yourself be taken to the bedroom and wait for whatever Leona has in mind.
The bedroom's door slammed shut and locked immediately as Leona pushed you into the room. 
"Get on the bed."
Leona pushed you down onto the bed and stood directly near the bed’s edge, looking down with a stern stare.
"Don't you ever forget it,” his expression was harsh and serious, although there was a hint of amusement in those emerald eyes.
His voice contained an authoritative and dominant tone, but there was a certain passion to it as well. The way he looked at you let you know exactly what Leona has in mind. 
"And don't move," Leona almost demanded as he left the bedroom. What could he possibly be doing?
While you wait for Leona to make a move, Leona's footsteps were heard coming towards the bedroom. 
He appeared in the doorway again with a box sitting in his hands. He smiled sweetly at you and sat on the edge of the bed before taking the lid off the box and opening it in front of you. 
"Just wait and see," he whispered, his tone full of excitement, his body tense with anticipation of what is to come. 
Leona took something out of the box and presented it to you. "Do you think it'll fit?"
That was it. Your heart had finally drummed loudly in your chest. You only had little idea what was going on right now.
Leona's eyes are focused on you, intense and full of desire. Your expression showed confusion, but there was also a hint of excitement. 
It did not take long for you to realize what Leona was trying to tell you, and your eyes lit up. Leona gave you the same look and the two of you were at each other as your bodies pressed close together.
Leona's eyes were on fire and his lips curved into a playful grin when he saw the excitement on your face.
"You're so ready for it, aren't you?" He chuckled and kissed your neck softly. "But just like you made me wait in the car, you'll have to wait again."
He moved slightly away from you. "Watch carefully as I'm going to put it on you.”
Leona opened the box fully and took out the item inside. He looked at it for a moment, considering what he was about to do. He glanced over at you, your gaze was on him as well—burning with desire and anticipation. Leona could see the thirst for him in your eyes. 
He moved again closer and placed one leg on the bed. Your eyes remain locked on him and you could not help but smile back at him before moving your hand closer to the box's content.
He picked it up and held it up in front of you. "Do you know what this is?" Leona whispered. He moved his hand up to the top of it and ran the tips of his fingers over it. His eyes are full of mischief and excitement. 
"I'm going to put it on you," his gaze moved from the item to you and back to the item again, "...and then," Leona whispered, his tone full of passion and heat, "I'll do to you what only I know how to do.”
Your lips parted in a soft hiss and you opened your mouth to speak but no  sound came out. Your eyes were glued to what Leona was holding, a sex toy—a transparent, big dildo—but not as impressive as Leona’s cock. The sight had caused your heart to beat faster and your breath trapped in your lungs. 
You could see Leona's amused reaction as he moved closer to you. Leona's nimble fingers slowly reached towards you and began to remove your clothes, piece by piece, with almost like an expert's touch. By the time he was done unfastening your clothes, Leona's breathing was ragged, his eyes were full of passion and lust. 
He kissed you again, then slowly moved down your body. He started with your shoulders, then kissed and sucked on your neck, before moving down to your chest. Your skin was hot and you could feel Leona's warm breath wafting against your skin. Leona took his time, exploring and adoring your body.
Leona's lips curved into a playful grin when he saw your look of complete lust and anticipation. He reached for a bottle lube that was also in the box and lathered his hands, your most sensitive parts and the said sex toy with it.
"Don't move," he whispered. "Just spread your legs." He moved closer, the lubed dildo was now in his grasp. His face was full of anticipation and playfulness. 
"Ready? We're going to find out just how much of a darling you can be." With that, Leona slowly yet surely slid the toy inside your entrance until it settled quite snuggly.
Your body trembled from the initial pleasure of your flesh stretching from the dildo’s intrusion. Your eyes almost immediately fluttered closed and moaned softly—trying to keep your composure. The feeling of the toy sliding inside you was unlike anything you have ever experienced before. A wave of pleasure washes over your body.
As Leona kissed your shoulders, your breathing quickened. You reached out to touch him, but remembered, "Don’t move."
Leona’s lips trailed kisses on your jaw, neck and collarbones, gradually increasing the intensity of what he was doing to you. You felt like you were losing control over your body at this point as you did short and sharp inhales. 
You opened your eyes and stared intently at Leona sitting in front of you and pumping the dildo inside your walls while showering you with kisses and nibbles..
"Ohh... Leona..." You groaned loudly when your lover moved it slightly faster. You could not keep still anymore and grasped at Leona’s hair.
Leona's hand went still, letting the movement of your hips bring you your own pleasure as you squirmed and moaned his name.
"That's it," Leona cooed. Your movements sent little shivers down his spine. You were so responsive and it turned him on harder than he already was. Leona's eyes were on you, watching you writhe in pleasure.
"Can you handle more?" he whispered as he slowly moved the dildo inside you again, as his face was adorned by a mischievous grin. 
He moved his mouth lower and bit your neck, gently at first, but then harder. Leona was enjoying the feeling of your body reacting to the electric sensations of his touches.
His voice became a hoarse whisper as he whispered again in your ear, "Is this feeling good, darling?”
"Ahh… yes, Leona," you whimpered, losing more and more control over your body as Leona's touch and the movement of the dildo inside you became more intense. The pleasure had started becoming too much to bear. 
You sighed and you were not able to speak properly at the moment. You were almost out of breath. There were a plethora of things that you wanted to say at once, but the sensation coursing throughout your body was so intense and so overwhelming, that you could not think of anything other than how amazing it was all. 
"Oh my god..." You moaned as your body squirmed around wildly on the bed. You could not help it.
You were moaning loudly, your voice was nothing more than a husky whisper. You reached out for Leona's back, your fingers digging into his skin as you tried to hold on to the man in front of you. 
"Leona, I can’t... yes, more...”
Leona's eyes twinkled with excitement as he watched you lose yourself in the pleasure you were experiencing. Leona took the toy out slowly, leaving you craving for more. He pressed his body against yours and pulled you a bit closer. 
"Do you want more of me?" he whispered in your ear, his voice laced with eagerness and lust. Leona's hand found your hand and he gripped it tightly. Your throat was making little noises of pleasure as Leona continued to touch you, moving the item inside you once again in the right spots, and the two of you found it hard to resist each other.
Leona's tongue slowly teased your ear and nibbled on it, which only adds to your pleasure. He moved the toy inside your clenching muscles with deliberate movements, teasing you for a few seconds before increasing the pace.
"Are you ready?”
Leona's hand was still entwined with one of yours. His eyes are locked on you, watching you lose control of yourself, watching you squirm and moan with pleasure. He watched that look of need and desperation on your face and smiled. 
"Say it," he taunted, his eyes shining with teasing light, his voice full of promise and intensity. "Say exactly what you want, darling herbivore."
As your breath caught in your throat, you looked at Leona with your desperate, half-lidded eyes. You licked your lips and tried to collect yourself, but you were lost in the feeling of pleasure that Leona was giving you.
You swallowed hard and tried to speak. "I want you," you whispered, your eyes burning with lust and excitement. "I want you inside me as well."
The way you held onto Leona was a testament to the words you spoke. You craved Leona's touch, his kisses, his words. You craved Leona. 
"I need you," you added. You needed to have Leona at the moment and you could not wait any longer.
Leona's heartbeat quickened and he felt a surge of intensity and pleasure. His voice was full of playfulness and love when he whispered back.
"And you'd have me, my darling." 
Leona's eyes were shining with desire as he brought his mouth to yours again. Your lips met for a soft and gentle kiss, but it became more heated and intense after a few seconds. 
He pulled away and smiled at you. His eyes were filled with desire and his voice was deep with affection.  "Do you need me right now?” 
“Yes… I want you to fuck me,” you snapped back an answer quickly.
Leona's eyes burned with desire and promise as you whispered exactly what Leona wanted to hear. "And you'll get me," he said with a low, husky tone.
He leaned closer to your body and slowly reestablished the dildo’s movement back inside you. His eyes were fixated on your face and occasionally glanced at your stimulated entrance—which was emitting amorous squelching sounds in every thrust—making sure that you were completely lost in the vortex of pleasure.
"Mmm, yes, Leona... more... this feels amazing..." You moaned audibly when Leona moved the item inside your body again. Your body squirmed and arched in pleasure, making sounds and making Leona more excited to give you what you wanted. 
"I always get what I want," Leona whispered. He sounded confident and you could tell that Leona meant every word of it. The man swiftly removed his clothes, letting himself get completely exposed in front of you.
You grabbed at Leona's biceps, your fingers digging into the man's arms. You were breathless as your body responded to his touches and kisses. Leona's confident, teasing words and his naked physique made your blood boil with utter anticipation. You knew you should say something, but words are just too hard to come by at the moment. 
Only one thing is sure, you wanted more of Leona. You really needed to have him. The sheer want and need were consuming you, burning you with desire, and no amount of self control was going to stop you from getting what you wanted. 
You were greedy of Leona and there was nothing you wanted more than to have your faux fiancé's cock together with the toy inside you. It may have sounded intimidating, but you were open to experiencing such pleasure... and pain.
Leona grinned mischievously as your moans grew louder and you started begging for more. He held onto you tightly, almost pinning you to the bed. 
The feline man was hungry for you. He was hungry for you in a way that he had never felt before. He was greedy too—almost possessive—which was a vague indication that he probably wanted to have you way before your faux engagement. 
Leona's kisses traveled from your lips to your neck and you could feel your body writhing and moving under his touch. Your hands were everywhere on Leona now, gripping the man's body tightly. 
Leona loved this. He adored that desperate want coming from you. He watched your contorted, pleasured expression as he moved the dildo slowly in and out of you as deep as you had let him.
"You'll get more than this," Leona whispered, "Let yourself feel everything and I'll give you everything."
And so he did, he gave you what you wanted despite not being told explicitly. Leona positioned himself after spreading your thighs further. You could barely think straight at this moment. 
"Yes," you murmured, then bit your lips. Your body was quivering and the incredible pleasure continued to ripple throughout your body and you did not want it to ever stop. 
The thought of being both penetrated by the toy and Leona left you feeling hotter and breathless; and you made sorts of little whimpers as you tried to hold back. You were almost in pain from the sheer arousal you felt between your legs—but the pleasure bested the other.
Your glazed eyes were fixed at Leona with a pleading look—wanting everything from him. You wanted Leona's touch so much and wanted to feel it everywhere. And it made you surprised with yourself.
"Please," was all you could manage to mumble at this point.
Leona cock was also lubed now; and with the most gentle and slowest pace, Leona slid himself inside you while the toy was occupying your needy hole—which had made your insides incredibly tight around both his cock and the dildo.
"I'll give you everything I have and more." His voice was deep and passionate. He held onto your waist tightly and kept his cockhead stretched the way for his whole length as he continued to slowly kiss your neck and collarbones. 
"You're mine now, mine to possess", he whispered.
Leona's breaths were heavy with heat. He started to move his hips at a titillating slow pace, which gradually became slightly more intense with each thrust. Leona's lips left your neck and he kissed you on the lips. 
"You are mine," Leona softly moaned as he moved slowly inside your tight walls. "I'll have you all night," he whispered again and his voice was husky. 
His lips met yours in another fiery kiss as he held onto your body tightly, letting the sex toy move together and against his cock inside you. As he does, the sound of flesh meeting flesh was heard, a loud and wet sound that filled each corner of the room.
You were now fully lost in the feeling of pleasure that Leona was giving you. Your mind was drifting farther as Leona’s cock reached deeper than the toy, as your mind was being consumed by the cascading pleasure and pain you were experiencing. The way Leona's manhood hit deep inside you and the way the toy moved with the man's thrusts, made a pleasurable burning sensation on your skin as they both stretched your walls and entrance out.
"You're so tight," Leona chuckled. Leona moved faster and with more intensity each time he thrust himself inside you.
As Leona moved slowly and then picked up the pace, your whole body squirmed and moved underneath the man. Your eyes were shut tight and you were letting out whimpers with each movement.
He was doing it very carefully so he could enjoy every moment of it. With each stroke, he knew that you were feeling more pleasure.  As the pace continued to pick up, Leona's kisses on your lips and neck grew more intense as well. He gave you a taste of exactly how demanding he can be when it comes to claiming what's his.
Leona held you tightly and put one hand around your throat. There was a slight pressure, but he was sending a message to you. The feeling of being slightly suffocated added to the pleasure as you felt more and more desperate for Leona's touch, desperate for Leona's dominance over you.
Your muscles clenched more around Leona's cock as you gripped him tightly on the shoulders, nails scratching and digging Leona’s skin. Your eyes were locked on Leona, your breath was quick and your heart raced even more. You could not take more and you were already so close to the edge. Your moaning and whimpering grew louder with the rhythm of Leona’s thrust. 
"Tell me what you are," Leona whispered, "Tell me what you are for me."
The hand on your throat began to tighten, just a little. It was not painful, but enough that you might start to feel the lack of oxygen.
"Tell me," Leona said again, "I want to hear you speak my name.”
Your voice was husky and hoarse from your moans and his grip around your neck, and your body was squirming and moving underneath Leona. 
"You're... my... owner," you uttered hoarsely, "I'm yours..."
Leona's grip on your throat tightened more and you could feel the lack of oxygen. You felt light-headed but you continued to obey Leona's commands. 
"You're mine and only mine," Leona murmured. "Mine to own, to use, to dominate..." He put his mouth to your ear and whispered, "You belong to me."
Your face was flushed red and eyes were half-shut. You could not control your body anymore and all of your focus is on Leona. 
"Yours," you whispered back, "I am yours."
For you, giving up control to Leona was a huge deal. Saying those three words to someone was not something that you do often, but for Leona, you were surprised of how you were so willing to do it. You wanted to give yourself almost entirely to Leona, so compelled to submit to the man like a moth drawn to a flame.
"Yes," Leona replied, his voice laced with emotion. "Mine."
Leona kept his tight grip around your throat, still not in a painful way, but Leona was holding you now right on the edge of where you were about to lose yourself in pleasure more than you already are.
He let go of your neck and leaned backwards off the top of your body. He gave you a devilish grin, and then the toy was out—and you were feeling the full power of Leona's cock inside you.
Your fingers dug into Leona's back. Your mouth opened into a moan as your body moved frantically under Leona's touch. Your legs locked around your fiancé in a vice grip.
"God!" you exclaimed, your voice shaking with passion. You tried to slow down the pace again and gain control, but miserably failed. You breathed heavily and were unable to speak as though it would take too much effort to do so. You were lost in the abyss of pleasure, only able to let out little whimpers and squeals as Leona moved inside you. 
What little control you had been able to retain were all gone. You did not want to fight Leona's touch; you were craving it, demanding it. You wanted to give yourself to the man in front of you, and wanted this to be Leona's best experience. 
Leona moved your legs to the side to place you in a better position. His hand slid back around your throat, but again, not painfully tight but enough to maintain control. One hand gripped the side of your body to give support as Leona started to move again.
The sound of your bodies coming together filled the room. And each time he moved inside you, Leona grew more intense as his touches and his kisses became more passionate and full of desire. He was doing this as much for himself as he was doing it for you.
"Let it go," Leona commanded. "Give yourself to me."
You felt yourself getting closer to the edge. Each thrust brought you one step closer to that final act of lust and the sweet, sweet release. Warm air hit your face as he started to puff his breath, it felt like he could explode as well. His hips were moving with haste, each movement bringing him closer to climax as well.
"Almost there," he teased. "What could you say for me to help you get there?”
"Use me as you wish, Leona," you whispered in a broken voice. "Make me yours."
The words flew out of your mouth and then you stopped. Your eyes were glazed over, you were so close now. You bit your lips and tried hard to control yourself, but you could not, the pleasure of being filled by Leona's cock in successive hard thrusts was too good for you to resist.
"I'm yours," you murmured breathlessly, and then the words came out of you in a deep groan. 
The tension in your muscles, in your body, became so sharp. Your moans were shaky, your breath was weighted and your mind was fuzzy. You were right there. A little more and you would explode. Your body was moving faster and faster beneath Leona as you tried to clung onto that tiny bit of control that was left. But deep down, you knew that control was all but lost. You were already too deep.
"Leona…" you whispered, "Please.”
Your eyes were fixed on Leona, on his face, his expression, but Leona could feel that your gaze was not just focused on him, but something else as well. Something that would make you reach the edge faster.
"Yes, darling," Leona replied. "You’re mine." 
Leona's movements became quick and relentless as he moved inside you. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh became increasingly louder as he moved with more intensity. 
"Yes... yes, oh god," he whispered again. 
Leona was almost there, he felt the rush of pleasure coming on and he could feel it building from the center of him to its outer edge. He moved against you with frantic pace, his hands squeezing at your ass then back to your hips, tightening his grip there.
You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. The feeling that you were able to experience at Leona's touch, his scent, his movements, the sensations as your body responded to all of this was heavenly.
"Leona... I can't take it anymore," you gasped sharply, "I can't hold it in."
Your body was shaking, your muscles tightened even further around his shaft. You were at the edge, and it was only a matter of time before you would lose yourself in pure ecstasy.
You whimpered loudly and pushed back against Leona, your eyes squeezed shut as you approached the summit of pleasure. Your breaths were caught inside your lungs as you held them in. Your hands curled into a ball as you gripped the sheets tightly, fingers pressing into the material and then you broke—and let out a sharp moan, your body was writhing against Leona as you experienced the pleasure of climax.
"Mine, my precious fiancé," Leona cooed in a low voice as his body let out a deep moan that rocked his entire frame.
He pulled you back in, into his body again. He grabbed you by the arms, pushing you against his chest as he gripped onto you. He leaned down and kissed you, hungrily, passionately. His thrusts slowed down as he moved deep inside you, wanting to drag out the pleasure longer. Each stroke was more gentle than the last as the feeling of pleasure turns to one of peace. He held you in him and it was warm, comforting even.
Leona was close to his climax as well. Your movements were sending him over the edge. He held onto you tight as he let out a sound of pleasure himself. He rolled his hips as he pushed inside you all the way and felt the heat pulsating between the two of you. Both of you were locked together from passion. Leona's body jolted in ecstasy as he released it all.
You two shared a moment of intense pleasure followed by an explosion that gave Leona a moment of silence, where he was just breathing and feeling the ecstasy fade. He had to catch his breath as much as you do.
Your body went limp underneath Leona's. Your breath was shaky, your voice hoarse, and you were still trying to keep your eyes open. It was like you were being swallowed by Leona's embrace. Leona's cock was still throbbing with ecstasy and you felt it twitched as he filled you up with his semen. The sensation of Leona's climax was a powerful one and it lingered for some time between the two of you.
"Leona..." you called, your voice was husky. Breathless. You had just experienced a high unlike any other. You were feeling hot, flushed and alive.
"That was..." you paused as you attempted to control the heat still sweeping through your body. "That was everything I wasn't sure I wanted." You smiled softly at Leona. "You made me want it." 
"I love you.” A few simple yet powerful words were said. He had just confessed with a tone full of sincerity. Leona’s hands ran through your hair and he sighed softly. He was exhausted from the intense feelings building inside him and he felt you still pulsating around him and the sensations that come with that.
"I love you," Leona repeated. "You're my whole world. And if you want, I'll make you mine—truly mine." 
Leona leaned down and kissed you with renewed passion. He finally confessed his feelings and his intentions he wanted to tell from the start. The arranged engagement was not just a publicity stunt, it was a ploy to have you for himself. He knew he danced around the bush for a long time and tested the waters since the thought of his deep affection being unreciprocated somehow scared him.
Leona's voice filled the room as he spoke again, "I'm yours. You belong to me. Marry me.”
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angelltheninth · 5 months
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Cursed Tea Party
Pairing: Riddle Rosehearts x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, very dub-con, drugs, aphrodisiacs, rough sex, possessive sex, love confession, gaslighting, lovesick!Riddle
Word count: 1.2k
A/N: Commission for @nobu999. I don't write darker content often but every once in a while it's good to switch things up.
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There was something wrong with you. You could tell ever since you left the tea party. Actually before then. It was the reason you left, you couldn't stand being there anymore, with your head spinning, body getting so hot you had to take off your uniform jacket and loosen up your bowtie to make breathing easier. It didn't help. Maybe a cold shower would do, if not, maybe one of the toys you had hidden away in your closet.
"Are you sure you're feeling alright? I could escort you back if you're sick." Riddle was the first one to notice how bad you were looking. It was his party so naturally he wanted to keep an eye on all the attendees.
"No, no!" The moment his voice reached your ears the throbbing and heat became nearly too much to handle. You had an urge to push him down, kiss him, tell him about every sinful fantasy you've ever had and beg for him to be the to fulfill them. "I swear I'm alright, I think I may have caught something. But I can make it back on my own."
None of the boys seemed to happy about that. You promised you'd call one of them when you're in your room and let them know you're fine. That was an hour ago. How could you get so lost in the labyrinth? Riddle didn't change it, as far as you knew. Every turn seemed to lead nowhere. Left, right, going back, nothing worked. You were simply lost. Lost and so painfully horny.
"Oh my, are you still here?" When did Riddle get behind you? Was he here to help you? "I thought I sensed someone here. What's the matter? Are you lost?" He walked up to you with the grace of a ruler, his crown perfectly in place, staff twirled in his hand and a very amused smile on his lips. So fucking sexy. "You're making a puddle. Hm, perhaps I put in a little too much." He frowned for a moment but then shrugged it off, like it didn't seem like vital information.
"Too much? What do you-" He took your hand in his, his touch and lips so hot they hurt your skin. It was nothing compared to the vines and thorns that crept up behind you and bound you up against the labyrinth wall. "Riddle? What's going on? What are you doing? Let me go!"
"Unfortunately I can't do that, my sweet rose. What you consumed in your tea was a very powerful aphrodisiac. I should have considered the dosage more carefully. I'm sorry for putting you through that, but it's alright, I'm here to help you now. I'll make it all better." His little chuckle sent a shiver down your spine, and not the nice kind. Your mind was torn, run or ask him to help?
Help? He just admitted he was the reason this was happening! But he was also the one offering to help. No, he was the one in the wrong here!
While you had your inner turmoil you didn't notice him undoing his pants and starting to stroke his cock, "I took some too you see. You're not alone, you'll never be alone again with me around. I'll take care of you, I'll be the best boyfriend you've ever had." Another sinister laugh left his mouth, his eyes blown wide, the crown now slightly on its side, "I've been waiting for this." Riddle used the top of his staff to spread your legs and move your panties to the side. The cold ruby pressed against your aching clit, the sound that left your body a cross between a moan and a pained whine. "Hurts right? I'll make you better love, I'll make it all better."
His cock came as sweet relief to your empty pussy, "Riddle..." You could barely think about anything, everything felt like it was too much, but his cock... it was perfect and just what you needed.
"Did you just come?" Riddle looked so happy with himself, his hips barely moving while he waited for your pussy to stop fluttering around his length. "I just put it in. You must have been suffering without my cock."
"I didn't. I didn't come." It was shameful to admit otherwise. This wasn't what you wanted to happen, how you wanted it to happen. "Not like this." You turned your face from him but your mouth still moaned when he thrust into you, "Don't... please stop moving... it's too much for me." Riddle never listened to anyone, you weren't about to change the King's mind either.
"I love you, I love dearest. Don't you see? I love you so much. After I saw you on my first party I had to get close to you, but you always hung around everyone else. You wouldn't even sit next to me!" You heard him yell before, a lot in fact, this was a different tone, broken, desperate, "Please understand. Understand how much I love you, I'm helping you realize it. Please."
What should have sounded like the unhinged ramblings of a madman wormed their way into your heard, warped your mind, made you finally look at him.
"Finally. You're looking, you're looking at me! Look down here too! See how well your pussy takes my cock? It's greedy! It wants this! You want this! You want me as much as I want you! Don't you?! Don't you, my beautiful rose?!" The warmth at the pit of your stomach returned at full force, the loud, crazy sound of his voice and the look in his eyes, burning lust and devotion reflecting your flushed face with such clarity, as well as how clouded your mind had become.
"I do love you." Riddle's face lit up with glee, the words freeing you of doubt that you weren't sure why it was there in the first place. Riddle was helping you, who are you to refuse his help? "I love you." You chuckled, "I've loved you for so long." Another laugher, a little bit louder, "Riddle."
Your back arched as far as it was able, stars dancing in front of your eyes, pussy twitching around Riddle's hard cock. "You're so tight! I'll make this one better for you! I'll make your cunt feel so good, let me fill it up." Your constant stream of pleas was only broken when you felt it, his cock emptying inside your, ropes of it painting your sensitive inner walls.
When he leaned against you to catch his breath you'd noticed the tight pressure around your wrists release. Now you were free to hold him, and he was free to hold you, now that you were fully complaint.
"Let's take you back to my castle. After today I think we should start moving your things there. And maybe inform the Principle that you'll be doing online classes only. I don't want anyone else laying their eyes or hands on you." Riddle gathered you in his arms, your body fully limp against him, pussy still pulsing with need around his cock, "There, there. You'll get more, don't you worry." He pressed a kiss to your lips, sealing his promise. The two of you began your way back through the maze, Riddle's crown forgotten where you'd just been.
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lvely · 3 months
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twst tumblr peeps I need good twst ao3 recs please please please I’m begging you I’m literally on my knees holding baby dragon malleus in my hands to appeal to you with my humble request-
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Stealing You ~ *Leona Kingscholar*
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Summary: Ever since Leona brought you home to visit, you’ve been spending way too much time with his sister-in-law. He’s starting to feel a bit neglected...
Pairing: Leona Kingscholar X Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluffy Drabble
Word Count: 423
Warning: N/A
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Taglist:​ @soulangel​ @savanaclaw1996
“All I’m saying is your sister-in-law is a delight and I love her.”
Leona scoffed, hugging the pillow he was napping on tighter to his chest. “She’s alright, I guess.”
“She’s a sweetheart.” You corrected him before emerging from his closet, where you had been changing clothes.
He perked up upon seeing what you were wearing. Earlier you had gone shopping with his sister-in-law and she got you some clothes that you could only find in the Sunset Savanna. Your outfit was full of intricate patterns and bright colors. You even had a matching ribbon in your hair. You looked absolutely amazing.
Not that he would tell you that.
Leona rolled his eyes. “You’re just saying that because she took you shopping.”
“So what if I am?” You shrugged. Picking up your new necklace made out of polished turquoise, aquamarine, and jasper, you tried to put it on yourself. “She’s also funny and kind and easy to talk to. Kind of like you, I guess.”
The lazy prince watched you struggle for a moment before sighing. Standing up slowly, he made his way over to you and took the necklace from your fumbling fingers. Leaning in, he whispered, “Here. Let me.”
He felt you shiver as his fingers brushed against the back of your neck. He smirked, which made you let out a huff. After securing the necklace, his hands fell to your shoulders and his nose buried itself in your hair. He frowned.
“Your scent is different.”
You chuckled. “Yeah, I got a new perfume while I was out.”
“It smells nice, I guess.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you like it.”
He hummed, his arms now draped over your shoulders and his head resting lazily on the back of your neck. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was trying to sleep standing up. The thought made you chuckle, which made him hum in response.
“If you’re so tired, we could at least nap in bed, you know.” You commented. “Or, you can, that is. Your sister-in-law invited me to dinner. You’re welcome to join us.”
“I’d rather you join me in bed.” He muttered. “You’re spending too much time with my family.”
“I wouldn’t be if we did more than just sleep in your room all day.”
He growled. “Fine. Nap with me now and I’ll give you a tour of the grounds tomorrow.”
You hummed. “I think that sounds like a great idea. But you have to take my necklace off. I’m not sleeping with it on.”
“...Fine.”
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flavorita · 1 year
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Hi there! Could I request NSFW headcanons for Jamil with a big breasted fem s/o?
Yes big badonkers. I felt like I made this mad short so I put Ace in as extra.
Big Breasted Fem!S/O Headcanons NSFW 🔞
Includes: Jamil, Ace (seperately)
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Jamil didn't want to admit it, but he had a soft spot for you and your soft spots, specifically your chest
Sometimes you would even catch Jamil staring at them, but he'd never admit it
"I was staring at your chest? No, I wasn't." 
Pulls his hood up whenever he’s trying to sneak a look after that
Deny, deny, deny is probs his motto until he has you splayed out beneath him and all to himself the night you offer to give him a titjob
Suckles and gropes your breasts until they’re slathered in his spit 
Cums all over them as you can only gasp while Jamil wipes his dick on your chest, rapidly flicking each nipple with his dick making you moan and cry out for how much you want him inside of you
“Look at you. Serving your master so well.” Wanton moans spilled from your lips as you stared into the mirror with Jamil pounding into you from behind. Your hands gripped onto the sheets while your breasts swayed, just the way Jamil liked it.
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Shameless
Stares even when you point it out
"Why not? You embarassed? 😏"
Gets into the weirdest accidents, mainly trips and falls, where he ends up facefirst in your breasts
"Aw man, thanks for saving me, M/C. Who knows what would've happened if you weren't here."
"A hero deserves their reward, don't they? Here," you feel Ace grope your breasts and begin to massage them. "Let me help you relax." His palms knead your globes as his fingers deftly unbutton your shirt and he inhales your scent. Your breasts pop out of your shirt and his hands are pulling down your bra just as fast. Before you know it, you're bent over and Ace is breathing on your neck as he refuses to stop pinching your nipples and rutting into your ass.
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“I don’t know how else to say this… do you want to make out on my couch?”
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Part 1
GN!Reader x Savannahclaw (Leona, Ruggie, Jack)
Implied spiciness, but nothing beyond kissing and pawing at each other described.
Reader’s looks not described.
Other parts:
Savannahclaw | Scarabia | Octinavielle | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Heartslabyul | Diasomnia
Want more TWST? Here's my Masterlist!
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“Thought you’d never ask” Leona says cooly, in spite of the rosy flush slowly creeping up on his cheekbones.
His kisses are slow, savoring, unhurried. It feels like he is trying to memorize every square inch he can touch, his bright eyes squinting at you every time you desperate for breath, like he’s afraid if he blinks that he will miss something.
His hands are calloused from Spelldrive practice, warm and rough despite the way he trails his fingers over your skin like you might break.
Every sarcastic and sassy remark he would say in any other circumstance melting in his mouth, desperately pushing himself against you for that small bit of more warmth, that second more of touch, that single breaths length of how you smell, the softness of your hair and the way that you feel better than he had even imagined.
“Hey…” he quietly whispers, barely able to be heard. “I want you… can I…” he can’t even finish his sentence. He’s terrified, he got this far but… but what if you…
“…yes.” You are barely able to finish that single syllable before he’s on you again, face burning, hands shaking.
He looks so focused on being cool, on being suave and taking you the way he has in his dreams where you pulled him closer by his tie and whispered how much you want to feel him.
Pulling your jacket from your shoulders, slipping the buttons from the holes in your vest and pausing when he finally sees your skin. You’re burning hot, just like he was, your eyes, half lidded, burned into him and he had to remind himself that this was really happening yet again.
He kissed and stroked every inch he could reach, you weren’t going to get any sleep tonight.
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“…it’s not funny to joke like that, you know? A guy could get the wrong idea.” Ruggie’s shoulders shook with his signature laugh, his hand desperately trying to cover the burning of his face at your suggestion.
You paused, eyes burning into his as you bit your lip in thought.
“…what if I want you to get the wrong idea?
Reggie’s eyes widened at the statement. You couldn’t be… not with him… right?
“Are you sure?” He felt so vulnerable, like he had pulled his heart straight out of his chest and held it out to you on a silver platter. He would be lying to himself that he would do anything for you to like him… to love him… but…
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
He gaze snapped to yours and in what felt like a millisecond he was on you. His breathing heavy, his kisses like a man starved as he balled up his hands in the fabric of your shirt.
He felt so warm and so, so desperate. Ruggie’s self-restraint was like a rubber band ready to snap, muscles tense and feeling like he would devour you before you could even imagine to stop him.
Leading you backwards and pushing you down on you ragged couch, he climbed on top of you and immediately set to start ridding himself of all of his layers while his smiling eyes never left yours for a second.
“…I don’t want to scare you Prefect, but you do need to know that I’m a ride-or-die kind of guy.”
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“…say that again?” Jack’s eyes were wide as they bore into yours, unblinkingly staring at your lips as if he could read different words on them and properly convince himself this was a dream.
With a sudden burst of confidence, you spoke each word with clear diction and emphasis.
“Can I kiss you?”
Jack swallowed loudly and nodded, though the shock on his face did not leave. He leaned his face closer to yours slowly, as if he was expecting you to take back your request at any time.
You trailed your fingertips to the back of his nape and slowly coaxed his lips closer until they met yours in a soft lock.
Jack’s eyes closed with a sigh as he melted into you, his stiff body language loosening as he draped himself on your body. When you finally separated, his eyes were glassy and unfocused, never leaving your lips as he spoke.
“…more.” He whispered, terrified that this whole situation was a fluke and that you would reneg on your request to kiss him at any moment.
You grabbed his hand and slowly sat him on your couch, slowly crawling onto his lap as he stared at you on awe.
“I’ll give you anything you want, Jack.”
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Thanks for reading! Lmk if you have any requests I guess, I’ve never really tried to write fic before. I’m fixated on twst rn though so feel free to talk to me if you are too!
Love you, random reader!
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✩ Request for Support! : Various
characters: leona kingscholar, idia shroud
tags: fluff, comfort, mutual pining, gn! reader
desc: after realizing your potential as a leader (and seeing how much his dorm likes you), a certain housewarden asks you to be his vice leader.
a/n: AH. I’m really trying to work on requests but these sets are super long, but I wanted to get smthn out, so here’s a little gift! Something cute that I had in mind for a while! I hope you enjoy it!! — winnie <3
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✩ LEONA ~
Leona grits his teeth as he attempts to nap. No matter how hard he tries, the yelling in the dorm lounge is too loud for him to sleep through. His ears twitch and he rolls his eyes.
“Ruggie. Go deal with them,” he demands. Ruggie narrows his eyes.
“I’m not your vice. You’re the Housewarden. You do it. I’m in the middle of doing your laundry. Which, mind you, I get paid to do! Sorry, Leona~” Ruggie snickers in response. Leona clicks his tongue and hauls himself up, skulking towards the dorm lounge.
Before he can speak up and tell the unruly few to pipe it down or take their fight elsewhere, another voice speaks up.
“Oi! What’re you fighting about, huh? What’s so important that you’re making it everyone else’s problem?” a familiar voice demands. Leona’s brows raise curiously and he leans against the doorframe of the lounge. Smirking, his eyes follow you as you walk out from the kitchen towards the two Savanaclaw students who’d been fighting.
He watches in amusement as their heads immediately turn down at your arrival. Your presence was certainly something. You had an aura of power and intelligence that other Savanaclaw members lacked. Their athleticism was no match for you. It was clear in the way you carried yourself.
“It’s nothing!” one of the students insists. You cross your arms.
“Clearly it isn’t. You aren’t fooling anyone,” you mutter. “Besides, if it’s gotten to the point that Jack had to get me, then clearly it’s getting out of hand. So tell me. Are you done? If not, settle your spat outside.”
“We’re done. We don’t need to fight it out— it was a stupid argument anyway,” one of them mumbles.
“Yeah, we’re… ugh… sorry for causing this much of a scene,” the other says. Leona watches as you give them a satisfied smile.
“Hey. Cause a scene outside all you want. The dorm lounge isn’t the place for it, especially at this hour. It’s Leona’s nap time and surely, you’d rather I be the one to tell you to pipe it down?” you remind the pair. They both grimace at the reminder.
“We forgot— you’re right. A scolding from the Housewarden would be…” one of them trails off before shaking their head. Both of them scurry off rather quickly after that. Leona smirks before glancing back over at you.
You watch the pair run off before chucking softly. “Leona. I know you’re watching me,” you say as your gaze settles on him. He gives a smug smile before walking over.
“Thanks for dealing with that headache for me. You’re right, I would’ve been harsher. You should’ve been harsher, too,” Leona mumbles as he hangs his arm off you. You laugh and gently swat him away.
“I’m used to dealing with them. And there’s no need to be harsh. Anyone could’ve handled that. They’re rowdy, not unruly,” you state simply. Leona hums.
“Same shit. But I doubt they’d listen to just anyone. You know how Savanaclaw’s pecking order is. They won’t listen to someone they don’t respect. Clearly, you’ve made a name for yourself while I wasn’t looking. Planning on taking my place, herbivore?” Leona questions teasingly. You bark out a laugh.
“And take on all that extra work? No thanks. I have enough on my plate. I’ll let you keep your title, Leona,” you respond with a smirk. The lion shakes his head.
“You sound like Ruggie when you say that,” he mentions. You glance at him.
“Hm. Makes sense. Only difference is that he gets paid to do shit for you,” you comment. Leona raises a brow.
“Oh? And why do you do shit for me, herbivore? Lookin’ to get paid like Ruggie does?” Leona asks. He almost expects you to respond in the affirmative, but you don’t. Instead, you give him a small smile.
“I happen to like you enough to do things without payment. I’m not struggling for money, either. Maybe I just wanna help out and take a few things off your plate~” you say knowingly. Leona puts on a smug expression, but he can’t help the way his heart warms at your response.
He’s so used to having you around the dorm and putting the more rowdy brats in their place. Honestly, you’ve done more for him than necessary. He questioned it at first, but now he knows that it’s because you care about him. You take on a few extra tasks around his dorm so he can rest that few extra minutes.
The thing is, though, is that he knows you don’t do it because you think he’s an incapable leader. You do it merely because it lets him put his focus on his other responsibilities. Your presence makes him a better leader— a better king. He’d never say that openly, but maybe…
“Oi, why don’t you become my vice?” he asks. You’re taken aback by the sudden question. You narrow your eyes at him for a moment.
“I thought you didn’t want a vice. Didn’t you say it’d make someone feel second to you, and you didn’t want that?” you inquire. Leona huffs out a laugh.
“I’m asking you because I know you wouldn’t be second place to me. You’re the only one capable of being my equal. It has to be you, herbivore. So?” Leona looks at you expectantly. You close your eyes and hum for a moment in contemplation.
“If that’s the case, then what reason do I have to deny? Plus, I’ll get a room upgrade out of it, won’t I?” you reply with a mischievous smirk. Leona rolls his eyes.
“An opportunist, just like Ruggie. Why don’t you just move into my room? We’re supposed to be equals, y’know,” Leona mentions.
“Now this just sounds like a ruse to get closer to me. Are you sure you’re not an opportunist, Kingscholar?”
Leona smirks. “Who knows, herbivore? Either way. You agreed to it knowing that was a possibility, right? You’ll be a great leader regardless of my intentions.
“There’s no backing out now, Vice Housewarden.”
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✩ IDIA ~
Idia is in the lounge with a group of his dorm members and you. All of you are working together to do some basic maintenance on Ortho’s systems. While this was usually something he tackled on his own, Ortho insisted on getting help from others, so it became something of a dorm project.
Idia narrows his eyes as he works on a small circuit. He glances over in your direction. “Hey, can you hand me the—”
You quickly cut him off. “Already got it. Here,” you say as you hand him the tool he was about to ask you for. He can’t help but smile a bit. It’s like you could read his mind…
Someone else calls you over, and Idia watches as you walk off in their direction. He pauses for a moment to admire you.
You have a focused expression on your face. You know what you’re talking about— so much so that even the members of his dorm willingly turn to you for advice. Somehow, you’ve gotten a dorm full of shut-ins to open up to you.
Naturally, Idia includes himself in that list.
Initially, he was weary of you, but you always showed interest in his games, technology, projects— everything. You could easily follow along with his, admittedly, nerdy conversation topics. Eventually, you started helping him with smaller projects until it became you being invited to help with just about any project Ignihyde became involved in.
He was a little jealous because sometimes you’d get asked to assist with things that had nothing to do with him, but you always seemed to prioritize his projects over others… It made him wonder.
Was it because he was the Housewarden? Or… did you prioritize him because you liked him?
The thought makes him blush and he quickly pushes it away. There was no way someone like you liked someone like him.
“Nii-san? You seem distracted,” Ortho pipes up from where he’s sitting, awaiting the completion of his upgrades. Idia flinches and coughs awkwardly.
“I-It’s nothing, Ortho,” he mumbles hurriedly. Ortho follows where his gaze was before his eyes brighten.
“You were watching—!” Idia quickly cuts his brother off.
“A normie like them? Yeah, right. I wasn’t watching them,” Idia insists, sounding almost dejected. Of course. Someone like you wouldn’t like someone like him.
Before he can continue on that train of thought, you approach him with a smile.
“Idia, are you done? We finished up the rest of the components. If you and Ortho are ready, we can start installation and diagnostics,” you say with a kind smile. Idia jumps a bit before turning to you. The tips of his hair go pink.
At this very moment, he hopes you can’t read minds, considering you showed up right when he was thinking about you (though, he thought about you all the time, so maybe it wasn’t that much of a coincidence).
“Y-Yeah! I’m ready. Ortho?” Idia asks as he turns towards his younger brother. Ortho beams.
“All set!” he chimes. You return a bright smile and help Idia install the new components. All of it feels so natural to him. You, by his side and helping him with Ortho. He can tell that his brother adores you just as much, too.
“Installation complete! I’ll start running diagnostics with the others,” you say softly, turning back to the screens and typing away. Idia’s eyes linger on you, sighing as he watches you.
“They’re kinda like Ignihyde’s Vice Housewarden, right?” Ortho pipes up from where he’s sat, wires attached to him as you run tests.
“Huh…? What do you mean?” Idia asks.
“They make your Housewarden duties easier! They help with Ignihyde’s projects, make sure you show up to meetings, and deal with the other forms for you! Plus, the rest of Ignihyde seems to like them! They have a 99.9% approval rating, according to our dorm!” Ortho explains. Idia sighs.
“Why would they want to work with me, though?” Idia mumbles.
“According to the data I’ve collected, there’s a high chance that they work with you because they enjoy your company, nii-san!” Ortho insists. Idia feels his face flush red, pink creeping up his blue hair.
“What?! There’s no way! I’m a total shut in! That’s like saying the protagonist falls in love with some meaningless side character! It makes no sense!” Idia sputters, but before his brother can respond, he hears a soft laugh from behind him.
“Ortho’s right, y’know. I enjoy your company,” you say from behind him. Idia lets out a soft yell as he turns around to face you.
“WH— are you some ninja? How’d you sneak up on me like that?” Idia asks. You shake your head.
“I called you a few times. You seemed distracted, though. The tests are done, though. Everything’s working properly!” you chime happily. You approach Ortho and remove the connectors and wires. “How do you feel, Ortho?”
“I feel great! Thank you for the hard work!” his brother responds brightly. Idia’s gaze softens.
You’ve always been so kind to Ortho, too. Most people don’t bother with his brother, but you… you’re different.
You said yourself that you enjoy his company, and Ortho’s words from earlier lingered in his mind. Would it be so bad to have you there by his side all the time?
“Hey… I have a question— if you think it’s total cringe you can just pretend I never asked,” Idia mutters. Ortho’s eyes sparkle knowingly as he looks between you both.
“I doubt it’ll be cringe, Idia. What is it?” you ask curiously. Idia wrings his hands together nervously.
“Do you wanna be Ignihyde’s Vice Housewarden?” Idia asks quickly.
“Sure! Why not?” you chime.
“I knew I was a loser to ask, I’m so sorry for exposing you to that cri— Wait. What?!” Idia’s eyes widen in shock. You laugh a bit.
“Did you really think I’d say no? A bunch of other people were bringing it up. Ortho asked me, too, so I figured it was a matter of time before you did. Plus, I’ll be like your player two!” you insist. Idia gives a small smile and sighs.
“Okay, what I said was pretty bad, but that player two bit was S-Tier corny,” he mentions. You hum.
“Guess I’m lucky you like me, then?” you tease. Idia feels his breath hitch.
“Who told you— I didn’t—!” He watches as you laugh and shrug.
“I’m just saying~! You must like me if you made me your vice, right?” you say with a small smirk. Ortho stifles a laugh beside you. Idia rolls his eyes at your antics before giving a faint, fond smile.
“Uh-huh. Don’t get too cocky and make me regret it,” Idia insists.
Deep down he knows, though.
He’ll never regret this decision.
It brought you closer to him, after all.
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Hi, there! :D 🌼
First of all I must say that your blog was one of the first blogs that I discovered and read when I just entered the TWST fandom and I must say that I thought your fics and drawings were great. So seeing that this blog was taking requests again made me excited as you have no ideas. So I won't waste my shot, I'll try to make a request here (I hope I do it right)
Reader: Female. Type: Headcanon or Fic (Romantic). Scenary: Inspired by the fic of the first year boys simping the reader. In this scenario, a boy from another class slowly becomes so close to the reader that he decides to ask her out. She innocently accepted without knowing that the boy wanted to steal a kiss from her on that date. But the first-year boys won't stand by, they'll spy on her date.
I think it would be good angst and comedy material. xD But well that would be my request, if my request does not convince you you can discard it without problems but if not take your time and without pressure. Thank you so much💐💕
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LET'S GET SUPER MEAN ! [ HEADCANONS / FLUFF ]
AUTHOR'S NOTE: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING DARLING! THE WAY YOU REQUESTED IS CORRECT SO NO NEED TO FRET! IT'S SUPER SPECIFIC SO IT HELPS WITH MY WRITING! HOPEFULLY, THIS COMES OUT JUST AS HOW YOU WANTED IT! ENJOY READING, DARLING! TW: NONE! NRC FRESHMEN X FEM! READER
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┊❥ First things first, they, the five of them, are a literal mess. The first person to spread the news to the other four was Ace. The redhead caught a glimpse of you talking to another student who seemed way too giddy for his own. Of course, he had to stay and listen in to the conversation; who knows what trouble you've dug yourself into
┊❥ Ace's jaws turned slack right at the moment you happily accept the date, the other student gleefully thanking you before walking off. Did he heard that right? You're going on a date? With some rando that he or the others didn't even know about? 'This won't do, this can't happen!' is what runs in Ace's head as he scampers back to tell the others
┊❥ The redhead is out of breath the moment he arrives at the designated spot after having call the others on his phone while running. The moment they picked up the phone, he just shouts 'NO TIME TO EXPLAIN! JUST COME OVER! IT'S AN EMERGENCY!!' and hangs up. The desperation and urgency present in his voice is what convinced the others to get moving to the regular hangout
┊❥ Once the five of them had gathered, Jack and Epel had to repeatedly ask Ace to slow down because of how fast he was trying to explain the situation of you going on a date with some guy; the redhead choking on his own spit and breath from watching the incident unfold an hour ago
┊❥ It was only after that Ace (finally taking the time to explain word by word) explained, the other four faces' were drained of colour. Deuce is panicking, Epel is furious, Jack is in denial and Sebek has half the mind to scare off the other guy (or more like, lecture the guy's ears off until he decides to leave you hanging on the said date)
┊❥ They settled on the idea of spying on your date is much more preferable than having to maul the guy alive (there's a chance that you might be upset at them for interfering with your romantic life) so with courage and jealousy in hand, the five of them sought out to set the plan in motion
┊❥ Your date with the close classmate of yours was in the greenhouse, right after the bell for lunch had rung too. The bastard really had to pick such a time because he knew that there weren't that much students hanging around outside of campus in fear of food running out. Luckily, the gang waited and hid among the plants, their eyes following your every move as the both you chat up a storm
┊❥ Sure, they agreed on not interfering with your date but they didn't say anything about one of them sabotaging just a little bit (newsflash, they all lent a hand in sabotaging the date without realizing. Dumbasses.) When the guy wasn't looking, Ace would purposely stick out his feet so the guy would fall head first on to the soil-oh wait, he didn't fell into soil, he fell face first into chicken fertilizer!
┊❥ The male student wretched in disgust when bits of it accumulated in his mouth, feeling embarrassed under your apologetic gaze as you offered up your hand for him. If you listened closely enough, you can hear Epel snickering in one of the bushes nearby. Hoo boy, it gets even worse from there. Jack would make you split up with guy just so Sebek could turn on a dirty water tank on the student, the brown stained water coating him from head to toe
┊❥ The final nail on the coffin was when Deuce made one of the pots break directly on the guy's head (No life threatening injuries, don't worry!), leaving a painful bruise appearing on the centre of his hair. After having to fall flat and even tasting chicken fertilizer, his pristine uniform stained with smelly water and a lump forming on his skull, the male student just had enough; abruptly telling you that he's had enough of the date and storming off without even batting an eye to your confused state
┊❥ Looks like they scored this one, fellas! Don't worry, they'll slip away from the greenhouse and act too smug for their own good while simultaneously trying to play off that they're oblivious to what transpired during the date ! The five of them are likely to do jabs at the poor sod aloud from time to time in the next classes they're in
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etheries1015 · 9 months
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Twisted Wonderland MC beating the shit out of another student, and the others...soon join in.
Tw: assault (but MC is a badass)
Gender neutral!
Students involved: Jade, Floyd, Jamil, Ace, Deuce
It was an open gym, some were stretching, some were playing basket ball, while others played a variety of games. While time was coming to an end for this period, you were instructed to put away some lingering items that lay around the gym back into the storage room. While doing this, you organized the disorderly shelves to fit the other items. What you didn't notice, unfortunately, was another student sneaking behind you with trouble glinting in his eyes.
As soon as they heard you scream, "Don't fucking touch me!" Jamil, Ace, deuce, and the twins were sprinting, while others simply looked up in shock before gathering at the door at a much slower pace. There they saw you throw yourself onto the other student, punching him as hard as you can. Jamil had cried out asking you to calm down and defuse the situation, while the twins stood in surprise, giving each other a side eye watching the scene unfold of you (While cheering you on nonetheless.)
"Yeah! Kick him in the balls!" Floyd laughed uncontrollably, while Jade simple folded his arms. They knew you wouldn't resort to violence unless it called for it. You kindly took his advice, kicking the assailant where the sun doesn't shine.
"hey hey hey what happened-" Ace winced in empathy for the student, until you looked at them with crazed eyes and tears down your cheeks out of pure rage. "The shithead grabbed my ass and-"
No need to elaborate. Ace and Deuce were on it. They immediately ganged up on him and began beating the ever-living shit out of the student who was now groaning and sobbing. Jamil no longer cared about getting anyone to stop, throwing his hands up and backing away pretending he hadn't seen anything (He knew the others would do it for him.) and the twins loomed over the assailant with... what you can describe as 'intent to kill.'
let's just say, word spreads fast, and nobody dare try anything like that again.
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cursedcola · 1 year
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Prompt: "Will You Marry Me?" - Proposal Headcannons Characters: Everyone :) Part(s): Heartslabyul (here!), Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia(Pt.1)(Pt.2) Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Warning(s): None. I mean, unless you don't want to marry any of them. Just don't read if that's the case. Note: These are all if he is the one proposing btw. I've been thinking about maybe programming a small fan-made mini-otome using these ideas. Just for some practice for school while also being self indulgent hehe
Riddle Rosehearts
Very traditional, but this is expected. He asks your closest of kin (a cat, to his horror) for permission to propose. Regardless of Grimm's answer, there is already a ring that's been purchased. This is merely formality
He comes up with an elaborate plan to execute the 'perfect' proposal. Riddle maps it all out and runs multiple drafts by his childhood friends. Everything must go perfectly - or else you might not accept. Is it likely that not presenting you with exactly 12 red roses with the spikes trimmed and arranged with 6 sprigs of baby's breath will be the reason you decline? Likely not. Will he chance it though? No.
Despite all his planning, he is a nervous wreak. Our red prince is great at masking it though. He plans an entire evening down to the last detail. You both go to a upscale restaurant that serves your favorite cuisine under the pretense that you're celebrating an amazing jab offer Riddle received the day prior. There's dinner, dancing, a romantic atmosphere, and delightful conversation (he prepared conversation topics in advance in case he felt nervous).
Oh look, there just so happens to be an outdoor garden to take an evening stroll through. Would you like to go?
Of course you would, and he asks you to wait outside as he visits the restroom. After you pass through the back door, a nearby waiter slips him the bouquet of twelve roses that he dropped off in the morning. He counts them, checks the stems, the ribbon holding them together, and with a relieved sigh he reaches into his pocket.
Riddle nestles the engagement ring within the core of the center rose, and for a moment his anxiety quells. He looks through the outside door's windowpane, and sees you patiently waiting for him while admiring the garden lights. The anxiety returns, but he's ready. With a knuckle-white grip on the flowers, he passes through the doors.
"Hello...I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I had a matter of great importance to attend to - wha? No! Not that- ugh. I wasn't in the restroom! Only you would make such a childish remark on such an important day...No, do not apologize. I was not referring to my career. Perhaps these flowers will provide some clarity. I hope they are to you liking,"
When you notice the ring, he gently takes it and gets down on one knee. Riddles heart rattles against his ribcage, and his the mask of calm falters. He holds out the ring with one hand, and the other lightly trembles as it reaches for yours.
"Would you do me the honor of becoming my spouse? I promise that you will be cared for dearly, and that I will work tirelessly to become a husband that you will be proud of,"
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{Riddle's ring is a mix of new and old. Tradition dictates a diamond for a wedding ring, but he knows better. Riddle wants you to think of him every time you see this ring, so he chooses to stray. Three rubies sit nested in diamonds. The color of his hair, which you love to poke fun of so much. It represents how he is willing to consistently change while still holding on to his core values, all so he can become a husband worthy of you}
Trey Clover
A simple man, and therefore takes a simple approach. The depth of his proposal lies in the timing. He does not know when he will be ready to commit, or how to tell if you are ready to as well.
Trey puts proposing off for the longest time. He acts in baby steps. The idea toys with him for months, until one day he convinces himself that he is ready. After that he slowly begins to look at rings, and think of ideas. He wants to be original, but would that overwhelm you? He would sooner die than do something tacky like a public proposal at a concert or event...but is that something you might want?
If there is one thing Trey is certain about, its that rejection would break him. He knows that your relationship would never be the same if he proposed too early, or if he managed to royally screw it up. He's not a fan of attention. This is awful. Oh Great Sevens it's a pressure that he never dreamed of having to undergo.
But if he doesn't propose...would you? Are you waiting for him? what if you're thought process is the same as his?
Completely out of character for Trey, he ends up proposing on impulse. He woke up one morning and saw the ring tucked away in his sock drawer. For the millionth time he had to face the "I should just do it," thoughts and decided to act on them
The day is new, neither of you had work, and a quick glance over his shoulder proves that you would be soundly sleeping for at least the next hour. So what's he do? Trey puts on his nicest casual clothes. Nothing formal, but also nothing that is sloppy. Then he marches downstairs and starts to make breakfast. He decides to prepare tarts, a reminiscence of your days as students and where you first met. As he arranges them on a platter, he places the ring inside one made with your favorite flavor. It peaks out just enough for anyone to notice, and with a huff Trey steps back to admire his work.
His hands are slightly clammy, and quickly moves to busy himself in fear he might chicken out. It helps for a time, until he hears your footsteps approach the kitchen, followed by a sleepy 'good morning' and arms wrapping around his torso
He steels himself, and turns over in your arms to kiss the top of your head. With a nervous laugh, Trey gestures to the platter of fruit tarts and smiles at how the sight of food causes you to perk up. Like clockwork, you reach for your favorite flavor and quickly notice the metal chunk inside
He reigns in panic as you dig the ring out and eye it with a quirked brow. A moment of silence passes before it clicks, and you whip to gawk at him with the largest bugeyes he has ever seen. Wordlessly, Trey takes the ring, wipes off any crumbs with his shirt, and takes your hands in his
"I'm sorry to spring this on you so early in the morning. It must be quite the wakeup call, huh? Haha...The truth is, I have wanted to give this to you for such a long time. I simply did not know how. I had a burst of courage this morning, and am honestly running on pure adrenaline. I love you...I want to spend our lives together. Will you marry me?"
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{Trey's ring is a single pearl on a gold band. He feels that the ring should reflect it's wearer, and you are one of the most naturally beautiful people he has ever seen. There is beauty in simplicity - in seeing things as they are with no modifications. You do that for him, and he loves how your relationship is authentic}
Cater Diamond
Marriage? Huh. See, in the past that was a no-go. Very constricting and he didn't enjoy the idea of getting linked to someone in that regard. An s/o with no legal binding? Sure. It's just a title anyways, right? That kind of thing shouldn't matter in the long run.
Except it did end up being relevant, and now Cater wants to beat himself up because he explicitly told you once things were getting serious that he wasn't interested in marriage. You were fine with doing either and left the decision up to him. Very nice of you to be so nonchalant , and now he knows that marriage isn't 'off the table'. There is a chance.
A chance that requires him to both propose and take back his initial stance. Which is kind of humiliating. The take back part, not the proposal. Cater is confident that he can blow you away. He doesn't need shoddy internet advice, or to to do extensive research to be perfect. Nope. It's all in his noggin. He knows you like the back of his hand and therefore can concoct a speech to woo you easily.
So what comes first, the chicken or the egg? Does he try to casually tip you of that he's interested in getting married before trying to propose? No. That would be incredibly dull and ruin the element of surprise. Cater always hated those crappy half-baked romance films where the loser male lead is all 'oh honey I promise I will propose. Just give me time,' because hello???? You spoiled it??? Also don't make promises that you don't plan to keep, douchebag. How dull.
He decides that it's all or nothing. Cater spends an entire night online shopping for a ring. He already knows all of your sizes...don't ask how or why. Anyway, ordering is a cinche. Just ignore his eyebags the next day and his snappy attitude. He can't even whine about how tired he is because that would mean he has to say why he didn't sleep and -EUGH. He is torn between his two loves. Complaining for attention, and wooing you for attention. It's rough.
It comes in the mail, and after checking the package he decides to seal it back up again. It looks untouched thanks to his skills. Then, he sets up the living room to look like he is filming a video for his magicam. Specifically an unboxing video, and makes sure to let you know that it's from one of your favorite companies.
You take the bait, and he asks you to join him. Even if your camera shy, he insists that for just this one video you hop on. He might be a bit tricky and give you ideas about the product in the box (making sure to align them with a hobby or fandom that you're into). He sets the camera to record, plops down casually at your side, and hands you the box cutter. Go crazy.
Cater can't help but giggle when you open the box - just to pull out another small box. You eye it cautiously, now suspicious that this might be a prank. He urges you to open the box, and you do so while holding it at arms-length away from your face.
The ring's gem sparkles in the camera light, and he watches amused as you pull it closer. With a shaky hand, you take it out of the box and inspect it. With the way you side-eye him, Cater can tell that you're wondering if this situation is a cruel prank...
"Tada~~ You like? -- WAIT! Before you get upset just let me explain! There is no video. That was a lie, and I'm sorry for it. I surprised you good though, right?...ahem, uhm. I'm not pranking you. If you feel the same, then I want for us to get married! I know what I said before, and I take it back. The time we have spent together made me realize that I only felt that way - well, because I was unable to imagine liking someone enough to share my life. So...do you want to marry me?"
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{A diamond for a diamond. Diamonds are reflective. They glitter, and are clear. They are also viewed as the best choice for a ring, but in actuality they have are not. They're only considered perfect because of marketing. In actuality, they're quite the opposite. This same reasoning applies to Cater - and you understand. Yet, you still love him. The diamond represents himself, and the heart shape is to remind you how much you mean to him}
Deuce Spade
He may be young, but he is not stupid...alright. Deuce is not always stupid. Sometimes? Yes. He makes poor decisions and lets his emotions get the better of him.
This? Not a poor decision, and he will never EVER think twice about it. From the moment the idea entered Deuce's head, it was decided. HE would become your husband. Nothing would stop him.
It began during his final year at Night Raven College. Graduation approached, and everyone was excited. Everyone, except for one person. You. He didn't notice it at first, being too hung up over how he actually managed to do well in school. Get this, he even became Heartslabyul Drumhead after Riddle graduated! What an honor! His mother was proud of him, and he was proud of himself! He had career aspirations, plans to get a home back home, and even a lovely s/o to flaunt. Life was great.
What...do you mean? That you're not going back with him? The Queendom of Roses is such a beautiful place! He's certain that you'll love it and can become adjusted. Why do you want to stay at this academy? Was three years not enough?
Deuce has never gotten mad at you before. A little miffed, sure, but never frustrated. He didn't like it. Not these feelings, or how he failed to notice that you planned this from the start. He was so wrapped up in his own happiness, that he failed to see that you felt troubled over his assumptions. It stung. In a moment of weakness, he left you alone, scared that he might raise his voice at you.
He needed to think. Alone. Thankfully he moved past sharing a room with Ace when Deuce became Housewarden. His phone rang many times. Some calls from you, Ace, his mother...for once, Deuce didn't think her advice could help him. Not when he was so confused.
He thought over his dreams for after college. They were the same that he had since prior to enrolling. Nothing changed...except for you and the other unexpected friends he made along the way. It began to settle within him that the unpredicted parts were more important to him than what he initially planned. The image of him as a successful worker, on his own, and being successful were all hollow if they didn't include you. Deuce wasn't upset that you planned to stay at NRC, he was upset that you didn't plan to stay with him.
Or did you? He interpreted it as such in the moment, but he's not so sure. All Deuce knows is that you're his best friend and the love of his life. If you stay here without him, will that change? He doesn't want to find out.
The next day, he's determined. It's impulsive, this he knows. Yet it's what feels right in his heart and Deuce has always trusted his gut instinct. This choice is entirely on him. No one's advice to excuse it if you don't reciprocate, and yet he isn't afraid. He might not have a ring, or fancy offerings. All he has is his love to offer, and a willingness to work around any obstacle. The hurt from the night prior sill aches in his chest, but he has done difficult things before. The pain merely serves as a reminder for how he hurt you, and what his future might be like if he doesn't act.
He finds you before breakfast. When the first rays of sunshine peak over the horizon and the air is still moist with morning dew. You lingered in the hall of mirrors, specifically near the portal to Heartslabyul Hall. Your presence startled him, and he nearly headbutt you from the speed he was going through the portal. Were you...planning to visit him? His heart shuddered in a mix of guilt and happiness. Even after the way he behaved, you still cared.
Upon closer inspection, you appear just as disheveled as him. He must have caused you a great deal of worry...damn it. He can't even be mad at himself. Not with things as they are.
Before you have a chance to speak, he hushes you. Deuce's jaw sets in determination and he reaches into his uniform pocket. He pulls out a paper ring. One that children often give each other on the playground when playing family. He then gets down on one knee, and holds it out with both hands.
"I am sorry. I never intended to hurt you, or push my ambitions on to you. I simply love you more than anything else, and was afraid that you did not want to be together anymore. I was afraid...that being apart would take away what we have. I realize that I was wrong. I didn't see it happening, but being with you has caused me to develop dreams beyond what I initially planned. Nothing I imagine feels right, unless you are in the picture. I don't have a proper ring prepared just yet...but will you marry me? I promise that no matter where we are - for better or worse, I will make you happy. I swear it!
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{Your initial ring is made out of his most recent homework assignment. It's frail, and one drop of water will break it. However, he meticulously folded it and it is the byproduct of many imperfect prototypes. The paper ring truly represents who Deuce is. It's rushed, fragile, and full of love}
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{He chooses a vintage ring. With both of your initials engraved on the center, he hopes that this ring attests to a promise no matter where you both are. It's rose-gold, not as bright as pure gold but still beautiful. The mixed color represents the different worlds you both come from, as well as your melded life}
Ace Trappolla
Ace tends to get comfortable, and when that happens it is difficult to ignite change. However, he is also headstrong. More than many give him credit for. So once the problem is identified, it's only a matter of time until he does something about it. What he does isn't necessarily always the best solution, sure; however, when threatened he will indeed act.
Initially Ace did not plan to find love. For a long time, he rejected it and passed his feelings off as a small crush. You're attractive, he's a man, a lil of this and a lil of that - who wouldn't feel a little heart throb once in a while? It only became an issue when you became one of his best friends. It felt like he was betraying you with these thoughts. They became a problem.
His first solution was to repress them further. Like stated, he noticed a problem and so he acted. Was this the best choice? No. It ended in a dumpster-fire. Any time another student even remotely expressed interest in you, Ace felt threatened. He couldn't spend time at your side without indecent thoughts popping up. Not like 'that' (geez, get your mind out of the gutter people), but more so domestic. Ick. What was happening?!
He couldn't hold it in, and his confession will forever be known as a feels-dump that started with you sharing half of your grilled-cheese with him because he missed lunch.
Yeah. Humiliating. Ugh.
Now you're his partner, of a long time. A very, very, very long time. Years post graduation. You both have settled into life together, so why tack a title? It's not like those mean anything, right? Everything was perfect as is, and weddings are expensive. You never brought it up either, so why worry?
Well, those titles do mean things in the eyes of the law. Ace never thought to get documentation about emergency contacts and whatnot updated. So when hit his head and got a concussion when jogging? The hospital wouldn't let you in. Not until he woke up, which was the longest four hours of your life.
You didn't express how much it bothered you, but words weren't necessary. The muted panic that you tried to hold back was enough. He expected you to enter his room angry, but instead all he got was defeat. That sight alone hurt worse than the leg.
The event got Ace thinking about things he hadn't in a long time - like marriage. He got too comfortable after letting the thought go once. To him, you were already irreplicable. Years do that, and he's certain that you feel the same way about him. If his young self could see him now...pah, he was such a turd. All 'I don't need anyone,' and empty words to play tough-guy. Little did he know that the person he would need the most in life was only a dimension-hop away haha.
It's that simple, really. No panic or nervousness. Ace decided definitively that he was going to marry you, and it only took years of being an airhead to figure it out.
He spends the night in the hospital for surveillance, and the staff is kind enough to prove you with a cot to sleep on. He stubbornly drags it next to his bed, and once you're sleeping soundly he 3slips a bandage over your ring finger to take the measurement
He planned to go buy the ring instantly after being discharged, but you wouldn't leave his side. Nagging about bed-rest and taking it easy...ugh! He needs to do this thing! No, he can't tell you about it. It's a secret!.....ugh, fine. One more day. Just because he loves the attention.
The next morning after, he's excitedly going to the nearest jewelers. He doesn't have a particular ring in mind, but he's done some research! It's the idea behind the ring that's important anyways....alright. Maybe he'll call up Cater.
Ace does nothing extravagant. He sticks to comfort. You, him, both eating dinner while watching a movie on the TV that evening. He quickly scarfs down his meal within the first 10 minutes and runs to your shared room after ditching his dishes. Stashed in his wallet, he pulls put the ring and hides it in his palm.
Ace tries to be smooth. He dims the living room lights, and sits down closer to you than before. He moves to take your hand with the one holding the ring, and sneak it on to your finger.
It fails, obviously. Who wouldn't notice someone trying to shove a piece of metal on their finger? You pull away on instinct, and the ring falls between the couch cushions. He freaks out for a moment and sifts through them as you continue to eat between giggles. Only when he holds the ring up in triumph do you quiet down.
"Not so funny now, is it? - Nah, just kidding. It was pretty funny....although I wanted this to be a bit more romantic. Eh. It's fine. From the look on your face, I'm guessing that you know what this is?...Uhh. Yeah. I thought it was a good time, y'know? We've been together so long that I already do think of you as my partner. I think you feel the same? Feel free to jump in if not....but, yeah. I love you. A lot. I'd really like to make it official, and I'm sorry it took me so long to get the guts to ask. Will you marry me?"
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{Tradition is for chumps. Ace wanted to get something fun and eye-catching. Many suggested otherwise, but this felt right. Your relationship has never been conventional and never will be. Hell, screw 'conventional,' because it's perfect as it is and so is this ring. He knows that this ring will draw your attention, and that's all he cares about}
End Note: None of the ring pictures are mine. I pulled them off of google images because - well, I had ideas and tried to find rings to match them. I write fanfic, not weld jewelry.
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twistiraki · 11 months
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The favorite bodyparts of the Twisted Wonderland Boys
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🌹Riddle Rosehearts- Riddle’s favorite body part of his partner is your lips. He loves the way they're soft and full, and how they look when you're smiling or kissing. He's a fan of how smooth and plush your lips are, and he recently found the courage to tease you by gently nibbling on them.
❤️Ace Trappola- Ace's just adores your breasts. He loves the way it feels when he rests his head on them, and how it rises and falls when they breathe. Catch him looking at you when you wear his favorite top, making your breasts look absolutely irresistible.
♠️Deuce Spade- He can’t help but adore your ears. He loves the way they're small and delicate, and how they perk up when he whispers sweet nothings into them. He often tells you how much he loves your ears, and how they're one of his favorite things to play with and kiss.
♣️Trey Clover- He’d be embarrassed to tell you, but he can’t deny it. He loves your ass. The way it’s round and plump. He adores the way it looks in tight jeans or a skirt, and how it feels when he squeezes it. He is a gentleman though, and will only play with it in private.
♦️Cater Diamond- He is totes cray-cray for your neck. He loves the way it looks when you wear necklaces, especially chokers. He knows it’s your sensitive and intimate spot, and how perfect it is to give gentle kisses and nibbles. 
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🦁Leona Kingscholar- He will go feral for that lower back of yours, peeking out from a pair of jeans. He loves the way it curves and dips, how it looks when you stretch or lean over. He is smitten by how you react when he holds them close from behind.
🍩Ruggie Bucchi- He is obsessed with your thick juicy thighs. As a hyena he wants a big strong woman, and nothing yells “STRONG” then a good pair of thighs. He loves the way they’re muscular and powerful, and how they can wrap around him in a tight embrace.
🐺Jack Howl- If there is one thing that makes this boy wag his tail it’s your hips. He loves the way they move when you walk or dance, and he often compliments them on your curves. He’s also a fan of how they feel under his hands when you’re cuddling together, and he often rubs them gently to help you relax.
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🐙Azul Ashengrotto- It may not be a body part persé but he can’t stop thinking about your voice. The way it sounds when you laugh or sing. Oh, how it makes his heart race, especially when you call out his name. Bonus points when you moan.
🍄Jade Leech- He has a weakness for your feet, believe it or not. He loves the way they're small and delicate, and how they fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. He will gladly put on your shoes for you and is delighted when you allow him to take a little sniff.
👟Floyd Leech- He stays up late at night thinking about your tummy. He loves the way it feels under his hands, and he often rubs it when you are cuddling together. He gives it little kisses and can rest his head on it for hours, if you allow it.
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🦦Kalim Al-Asim- He will tell you straight up: He absolutely loves your cheeks! The way they are so cute and fluffy and how they flush ruby red when you are feeling embarrassed. He often tells you how cute your cheeks are and how it’s one of the things that makes you so endearing and adorable to him.
🐍Jamil Viper- He can get lost in your eyes for hours. He loves the way they sparkle with intelligence and curiosity, and how they always convey so much emotion without words. Sometimes, when he’s staring in your eyes, he wonders if he’s not the only one that can hypnotize.
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🪞Vil Schoenheit- He’s always been a fan of long, elegant legs. And your legs are no exception. He loves the way they look in shorts or skirts, feeling proud whenever you show them off. Especially when you wear heels. Please don’t take them off tonight. 
🏹Rook Hunt- Your smell will drive him nuts. He loves the way you smell like your favorite perfume, and how it lingers on his clothes after you hug. He can’t sleep at night before taking in your scent and will give you late night visits if he hasn't got the chance to take a sniff today.
🍎Epel Felmier- He likes everything about your body, as long as it’s petite. He loves the way you’re smaller than him, finally making him feel strong and protective. He will be the bigger spoon and he can’t help but feel proud everytime you lay in his arms.
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💀Idia Shroud- Your hands are the most beautiful thing to Idia. He often yearns for your touch. When you are holding his hand it makes him feel secure, like he can conquer any dungeon. He loves the way they’re so much smaller than his hands and how soft they are. Truly SSR tier hands!
🤖Ortho Shroud- There was one thing he was immediately captivated by when he first met you: your smile. The way you light up a room when you laugh, how your cheeks create dimples with the slightest touch of serenity on your face. One day he hopes to give you back a smile just as real as that. 
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🐉Malleus Draconia- Your collarbones are something that truly makes this dragon spit fire. He loves the way it's a subtle and delicate feature, and how it adds to your overall elegance and beauty. Make sure to cover it up from time to time, because he can’t help but leave hickeys all over them.
🦇Lilia Vanrouge- He is enamored and captivated by your hair, however you style it. The way it falls soft in waves or curls, and how it feels when he runs his fingers through it. He always finds new ways to compliment your hairdo making you feel secure and confident. But what truly drives his mind crazy is when he’s allowed to teasingly pull it while making love.
💤Silver- If he had to choose one thing about you it would be your nose. The way it looks when you scrunch it up in a cute expression. He can’t help but often boop your nose playfully. You two rub noses together as a greeting, making his stomach fill with butterflies. 
⚡Sebek Zigvolt- Your back is truly something special to Sebek. Especially since you only show it to him. He showers it with kisses whenever he can and rubs it after a long day. He loves to let his fingers run over your spine, goosebumps following his touch.
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spoops-screams · 9 months
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| You and I
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Character(s): Malleus Draconia
TW: Bullying (?), loneliness
Genre: Comfort/ fluff
Notes: Gender neutral MC || Getting back into all of my fandoms slowly but surely 👍
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"They're always off on their own."
"Yeah, they don't talk to anyone. They just sit down in the gardens and draw all the time."
"Do you think they have any friends?"
"D'know. I know the housewardens are kinda close with them after the overblots and they've got those two from Heartslabyul around them sometimes but they don't talk to any of them."
"It might just be because people need help with the overblots. It's not like there seems to be much that they can offer since they don't have magic. They just seem to be convenient to have around."
"Yeah, maybe—"
"Child of man."
"Hm?" You looked up to the sound of the familiar voice, meeting Malleus' green eyes and noting his furrowed brows and the slight pull of a frown at his lips, prompting you to immediately put your pencil and sketchbook down as worry swept into your mind.
It’s quiet for a moment; not your usual comfortable silence when Malleus has noticed how tired you’ve gotten on one of your walks or when you both simply don’t know what to say but know that you don’t have to fill the silence, but it’s heavy and it worries you the longer than it stretches on.
"Malleus? Have I done something wrong." You only just managed to stop your voice from exposing the depth of your concern, multiple ideas running through your head as you considered the possibility that he might be upset with you. Your anxiety spiked with your heartbeat and you wished for it to slow down. It was almost ridiculous how quickly you were to jump to conclusions. You were overreacting, surely.
You weren't scared of him; far from it. He was perhaps the person that you felt closest to and safest with in this world but you were scared of the idea of him being upset with you.
It was irrational, sure, but a little voice in your head still nagged you with currently unfounded concerns and fears of what would happen if you upset one of the only friends you had here. The people who talked about you being your back only really consolidated the idea that you didn't really... Have anyone here. Not that you really minded.
You were used to being lonely, yes, but you didn't want to be whenever you were with Malleus. You didn’t have to be. You couldn't stand the thought of upsetting him and prompting him to leave you alone.
The draconic fae paused for a moment and his frustration melded into concern as he watched your face twist into slight panic. He had spent so long with you that he could tell what your worries were before you'd said them. "I am not frustrated with you. Are you aware of the manner in which people speak about you?"
His emphasis had you almost breathing a sigh of relief before his actual words had registered in your mind. It took you a moment to realise what he was talking about as you sat there somewhat dumbly as you stared up at him, tilting your head to the side in confusion.
"What do you-" And then it hit you. "Oh! I mean, yeah, more or less. Why?"
It wasn't like you didn't know about the things people said about you. You just didn't care about for it to be at the forefront of your mind. Otherwise, you would never get anything done and you preferred to be able to draw in peace without having to constantly worry of other people's opinions of you though perhaps it was partially because of Vil's overblot that you were really able to ingrain that into your belief system.
"And you don't see an issue with this?"
"Well, not really? It's not like I've given anyone any reason to think otherwise and it's not exactly an unfound belief." You shrugged, the matter really not meaning much to you. You were used to it. You had expected that kind of reaction considering your support for the housewardens and vice wardens was paired with your isolation from people.
"I do kind of just stay out of the way until I'm needed and it doesn't bother me all that much. I'm only really close to you, Ace, Deuce, Silver and Lilia, if you don't count Grim. There aren't really many people here that I could really consider friends, even Sebek would be a very emphasised maybe, so I don't really have an issue with people just saying what they see."
"Honestly, I'm only barely there at the friend mark with Ace and Deuce because of how little I'm around them nowadays so it doesn't bother me much. It's not like I know these people so I have no reason to care what they say."
He looks down at you with an unreadable expression before he sighs with his eyes closed, muttering something too quickly under his breath for you to catch. He doesn't seem to know how to respond to this. He's used to loneliness, it follows him everywhere he goes because of who he is and what he represents, but you?
You're everything he feels that he isn't. So why would be resign yourself to being alone?
He hesitates to sit down next to you and you notice the way that he shifts. Reaching an arm up slightly, you gesture for him to sit down. “Come on, it can’t be that comfortable to be looking down at me the whole time. I know it isn’t comfortable craning my neck to look up at you.”
He stares at your hand for a second. It’s strange, and the first edge is still for a moment. You make a move to retract your arm, an apology ready on your lips, but he reaches out and grasps it in his.
He stares at your hand again. “Are you not-?” He doesn’t finish his question but you understand him well enough.
Are you not lonely? He can’t say the whole thing out loud. It would make him consider who he’s actually asking too deeply if he was to do so.
You smile easily up at him. “Not really. I mean, I’ve got you, haven’t I?”
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twistedcece · 13 days
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The deepest caverns hide the biggest secrets (Path 1)
Twisted Wonderland x Kraken mer. F!reader (Twisted Wonderland mermaid AU)
@chroniccorvus, @im-crying-myself-to-sleep, and @gothy-froggy
A/N: I thought you three might want to see this (If anyone else wants to be tagged just ask I'd be happy to add you! Also leave a suggestion of who you'd like to see next!)
I finally got this done! (Sorry this took me so long.)
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" We're not going to harm you." he said and your gaze met with Azul Ashengrotto.
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You blinked, where you hallucinating or were there mers in your cave then hesitantly you stretched a tentacle and slowly moved forwards.
"Remarkable." Azul thought as he observed the obsidian and amethyst tentacles that seemed to shine in the dark.
But then you whirled around, flinging bubbles into their faces and bolted through the dark winding labyrinth.
Grim groaned, "All of you out." Grim began to shew them out of the cave. When they were all outside Grim shook his head.
Ace apparently not able to hold back shouted, "Grim what in the name of the seven was that!" Grim groaned.
"She is a kraken." Grim sighed " and has issues with your kind."
"'Your kind.' what are you implying sealy." Floyd asked with a sinister smile.
"Oh please, you should know about the decree remember. The order to kill off kraken mers? Because I do."
Everyone fell silent Grim for the first time in a while was right krakens had been killed ten years ago, of course you might be a bit tense to see that many mers in the entrance of your home that might be there to kill you.
"You better not tell anyone," Grim growled. They all promised not to tell a soul, but then again who would believe them?
Especially when it was declared by the seven kingdoms of the coral sea himself that every single kraken had been destroyed. Azul thought about the last few moments as he swam back home.
Azul couldn't get you off his mind off of you the way you didn't seem to be scared or angry, you looked more confused if he was being honest with himself.
"In every book I've read it said that krakens were cold blooded killing monsters." But when he saw you you looked very similar to himself with slightly longer, stronger, and bigger tentacles.
Azul thought for a moment then he remembered seeing something around your neck, a huge golden nautilus shell on a cord of strange material that rested on your collar bone. Azul then went through every book he had about nautilus shells.
It's true that many mermen and mermaids alike wore imitations of the Sea Witch's necklace, but those were all natural colors or painted.
Golden nautilus did exist but not anymore. According to legends all of those fascinating creatures had been hunted by humans for their solid gold shells.
"And my other mermaids for the shell's magical properties." Azul thought leafing through another book his eyes drooping.
Around early evening he finally found a large selection of books including a few stories about the Sea Witch but it looked old, falling apart, and covered in algae. Maybe you might enjoy reading something like this?
He had no idea why he was doing this in the first place but seeing that look of curiosity cross your face reminded him of himself when he was younger always wanting to learn but it was never enough.
"Hey Azul whaddya doin with all those books?" Azul nearly jumped out of his skin at Floyd's voice.
"Now, now brother we mustn't eavesdrop." Jade chuckled Azul glared at the twins an sighed.
"None of your business Floyd." Azul sighed shoving the book into the sack.
"Ah? Come on if you have a scheme in mind for that kraken just say so." Floyd sighed.
Azul flinched, "Yes he was planning to try to get her into a contract but she might be a bit on edge if all of us showed up."
"Aw, I wanted to see the kraken aging too!" Floyd whined draping himself on one of the bookshelves, Azul pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
"No, you need to run the Lounge while I go to get what we want from her."
"And what would that be Azu?" Jade asked, Azul smiled.
"Simple, why else would you want a monster if not to show off and use for protection.¨
"Aww, sly Azul is going to try to trick a kraken." Floyd laughed Azul signed and passed the twins sack slung over his back as he slowly made his way down to your cavern.
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"No, no, no, no, no, no!" you groaned puzzling over a potion book as you hovered over your cauldron. "Come on it's supposed to be azure blue not sky blue!" you fretted.
Ever since those boys came you had tried to make protection potions after protection potions to keep any intruder out.
Sure you had set spells, charms, curses, jinxes and more in place but it's better to be over prepared than under prepared...right?
You weren't sure if they would come back it had already been a week since they had been here, but still other mers could never be trusted.
You were still worrying over the potion when Azul came swimming up to the cave entrance. He sighed, the sack was getting extremely heavy but he was relieved when he got to the entrance now lit up by bio-luminescent plants and corals.
But when he tried to swim in he was forced backwards by a blast of energy. Shocked, Azul whirled around and saw the faintest outline of a protection barrier that seemed to laugh at his foolishness.
"Smart." Azul thought, wincing and rubbing his arm he was about to head back to think of a new plan when a tentacle shot out quick as a current, grabbed his tentacles and dragged him through the barrier.
Besides the fact that he thought he was being electrocuted when dragged he felt like he was about to have a heart attack and his vision was blurred then everything black.
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You had felt the vibrations of the barrier being disturbed and your tentacles subconsciously lashed out to attack the threat.
Little did you realize it was the strange octo-merman from a week ago. You sighed as you dragged his unconscious body into the cavern.
"Why would he even come here? Did he not see the barrier? Then aging I just dragged him through it." you debated if you should just let him float back through the currents but sighed.
"Curse my big hearts." you mumbled swimming into one of the many caves within your labyrinth.
In this particular cave was where you started growing healing plants for your potions such as fire plankton, emerald kelp, ghost jelly corals, salvation seaweed, and a few others that you never really used all that often but kept around just in case.
With your hands you grabbed a sea sponge and a bowl made out of obsidian, your tentacles were reaching for almost everything else from the human utensils you used, to the seaweed you would use to help with the electric burns.
"Lets see..." you murmurer glancing over the merman´s injuries, "Sea slug oil, um oh, salvation seaweed duh how could I be so stupid then maybe some fire plankton? No no that would make the burns worse. What about fortuitous ice?"
You continued muttering to yourself and swimming back and forth grabbing everything you might need, then began to mash it making a salve of the burns muttering as you added this and that to the nasty black sludge concoction.
"Alright just wrap some kelp with the salve around the burns and he should be good." you sighed while wiping your forehead with a tentacle.
After carefully adding the salve and tying the kelp you backed off making sure that he wasn't just faking although he probably would have woken up if that was the case.
Then your stomach decided to try to imitate a blue whale and you sighed pondering on what to do next.
"Might as well get something to eat when he wakes up." you thought, grabbing a mesh sack and headed for the cave entrance when you noticed something, a large sack filled to the brim with books.
"Are these his?" you thought you tentacle poking the bag lightly.
Glancing at the merman now sleeping on the rock ledge you reasoned that he might be knocked out for a few more hours.
Making up your mind you swam out of the cave and into the open sea to hunt then look through the books when you got back.
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Azul woke up alone in the dark surrounded by luminescent plants in shades of blue, lavender, and silver. His whole body felt numb and sore at the same time.
"Where am I?" he thought rubbing his face he tried to sit up but winced.
Oh right the kraken had dragged him through an electric protection barrier and now he was in a dark cave covered in kelp bandages in excruciating pain.
"She could be in any corner watching." he thought turning his head to try seeing if any of these outlines might be you.
"Oh good you're awake." a voice chirped from the entrance he turned his head to see an outline of you in the cave entrance.
Tiny amethyst purple bioluminescent patterns glowing across your arms, torso, and tentacles Azul was so focused on you that he didn't notice you checking his injuries.
"Thought I was going to have to feed you unconscious." you muttered, lifting up his tentacles.
Azul tried to sit up but winced and you groaned dartling to a small hole in the cave with your magical remedy letting the shark corps float around, you sighed reaching out and wrapping his injuries.
"Why are you helping me?" you glanced at him then smeared the paste across the burns.
"I caused this." you deadpanned setting the bowl on a ledge "I would be a fool if I didn't all wrongs must be made right."
"Oh r-right hehe." Azul laughed nervously, silence filled the room except the occasional sigh from you as you adjusted the bandages.
"Why were you bringing books?" you asked your tentacles bringing his bag over to the ledge.
"Oh! Umm, I thought I might bring them to apologise for our intrusion last week." Azul stuttered pulling his tentacles back when you finished.
"I see." you stated "Well we can share them for the time being." Azul blinked.
"W-what." you groaned and turned your back to him grabbing the shark carcass.
"Because of your injuries you'll be too slow and even if it's hard to believe there are worse things for you out there than me." Azul groaned and rubbed his face.
"Hey I don't like this either but at least I'm not letting you become easy pickings." you pointed out gutting the shark and putting the remains into jars.
You swam over with the meat and lit your cauldron, Azul jumped in surprise as the fire lit up your face sure he had seen your face a week ago but your face had been semi covered in shadow but this...
This was breathtaking how the light of the underwater flames danced across your face and illuminated your wait-
Why was he thinking like this?
"Snap out of it Azul." he grumbled, a bowl of something warm floated his direction.
"Eat." You deadpanned Azul took the bowl and took a sip.
"What's in this?" he asked you shrugged.
"Oh nothing much just shark, a couple strands of kelp, clam meat, squid ink, oh and some human herbs." Azul coughed.
Human herbs? How did you get access to those? How could a kraken get human herbs?!
Azul had been trying to get those for years to use in the lounge but was never given the opportunity, but here you were able to get your hands on them without any issues. He was going to ask another question and try to lower your guard when you held up a hand to silence him as you took a sip of your food.
"A story for another time. Eat." you sighed and continued to drink.
You both ate in silence for a few moments then he noticed another cauldron with an odd sky blue looking liquid in it. "What's that?" you groaned and rubbed you temples with a tentacle.
"Not tonight if you want to know, sleep we've got a few looooong weeks together." you swam off and bioluminescent coral lit up as you left.
Azul tried to get decently comfortable, "This might be harder than I thought." Azul mumbled, he honestly thought by your reaction to the books Grim gave you once he gave you those you'd be hooked.
But no you were more than just a lonely bookworm there were things you were hiding and he was determined to figure it out but for now he would sleep.
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You sighed as you snuggled into your overhanging cave dragging your finger across the smooth surface, something about that cecaelia that didn't feel or sound right. "But I could figure him out if you could," you thought as you traced the shell. You sighed and watched the bubbles
"He'll be here for at most 2 weeks." you thought "Sure it's not enough time to figure out someones intentions but it is enough to observe him."
You reached a hand out to a clam shell filled to the brim with shrimp they all backed away except for one which you grabbed and tossed in your mouth. "So I'll wait, and then if he pulls any funny business I'll rip him tentacle from tentacle."
You yawned, wrapped yourself in your tentacles and fell asleep.
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You woke up to the sound of whales and the screams of fish as humans dragged their nets through the ocean.
"UGH!" you groan curling up tighter "Too early~." but none the less you unwound from your sleeping position and swim to your vanity and did your morning routine.
Hair routine, face routine, and the endless tentacle routines.
Each was a grueling task but you didn't mind, it kept your days busy. Once you were done applying your makeup was a simple task. A little bit of squid ink for eyeliner, waterproof mascara, and-
"Oh where is it." you grumbled grabbing a muscle and squeezed it. Red squirted out and you applied it to your lips, with a satisfied smack you set the muscle on the vanity.
You sighed and rested your chin in your palm then remembered you had an unwanted to guest you rolled your eyes and swam out to re-apply the saulve.
But when you got into the room he wasn't there. You spun around wildly and found him lying on the floor of your pantry covered in powdered shells.
"What are you doing?" you sighed wrapping a tentacle around the cecaelia chin forcing him to look up at you.
Azul groaned rubbing the crown of his head, "Trying to get the ingredients for the saulve of course."
"I already had some laid out." you said pointing to the counter where the bowl was sitting. Azul blinked and tried to sit up but his tentacles were still numb. Because of this he stumbled, got his tentacles in knots and landed on top of you.
Your breath was forced out of your throat as he landed on top of you, Azul's mind went blank as he stared at you. Your (e/c) eyes were stunning to the point Azul momentarily forgot how to breath.
You were breathtaking from your waist up you looked like a cecaelia but you were too ethereal to be a cecaelia.
He could see the bioluminescent marks along your face, even if they weren't glowing they were beautiful like distant stars in the early morning sky.
As he trailed the marks on your face his eyes landed on your lips that seemed to be as read as blood and noticed the beauty mark on the bottom right corner of your lips...
"No, no, no, no NO!" why was he thinking like this he shouldn't! You were a kraken.
He was here to lure you into making a deal with him and use you for everything you might be worth.
So why did he get sea butterflies in his stomach when looking at you? AND WHY IS THIS HAPPENING!
You cleared your throat and looked away as you lifted him off of you and swam over to the ledge he had been on the night before.
"Now, let's get that saulve." you set him down then swam off both of your faces flushed in embarrassment. You came back and applied the saulve rather quickly, Azul was about to ask you a question or apologize when you took off your tentacles almost slapping him across the face leaving a small cut on his cheek.
He sat there in silence for a few minutes then you came back with ingredients, heavy leather bound books, and swam over to the cauldron he had seen earlier muttering at the liquid inside.
Azul glanced over your shoulder and was surprised, the potion you were trying to make was a high ranked (illegal~) protection potion, normally only used in times of war to protect the people by the most skilled potion masters.
How Grim got his flippers on that Azul had no idea but then again no one ever searches the back of the library so it was a possibility.
"Did you try adding fire stingers?" Azul asked you glanced at him then at the book then sighed.
"I knew I was forgetting something." you pulled out a small gong and hit it hard with your tentacle.
Azul flinched at the harsh sound but what startled more was that fire nettle was starting to grow into the window like hole of this particular cave.
Without hesitation you reached out and snapped a piece off. Then using a narwhal's horn to slice it and add it to the brew, it bubbled for a few seconds then turned a deep azure blue.
You grinned and reached for empty bottles that lined the shelf and started to fill them and setting them to the side that had potions of all kinds ranging to every color you could think of from glowing gold to lightning white all the way to (f/c) shining like distant stars.
"Thank you for that." you hummed as you cleaned out the cauldron, "Thought I was going to blow a fuse for a second."
"Your welcome." he mumbled then took in a deep breath "What is that gong if I may ask? I've nere seen anything quite like it."
"Not to mention if I could mass produce these it would be great for business." Azul thought his tentacles rubbing together.
"Oh this old thing?" you said offhandedly as you opened another book and started to throw other ingredients in the cauldron.
"It's something I made to bring any ingredient I need to me and let it grow here."
"Ah I s-see." Azul coughed as you put the gong away behind a large boulder where he assumed more of your magical trinkets were kept. You hummed as you continued to read out of one of the many books-wait... "Are those the books I brought?" You nodded and flipped through the book.
"Yes." you said flipping through a few pages "But this is more of a personal research." you said off-handedly.
'Personal research?' that was interesting, Azul sat up and slowly swam over to peek at the book.
"Transformation spells?" he asked with a grin thinking of a strategy to use this to his advantage you hid the book to your chest in embarrassment. "What would you need that for?" you cleared your throat.
"It's nothing you would understand." you snapped and swam off leaving the book as it sank to the floor.
Azul picked it up and turned to the page, the chapter was about the theory on how to turn a mer into different species of mers.
"Hmm," Azul thought, in his youth he had thought turning into another kind of mer would be a solution to his problem and spent years trying but that was much more impossible to do that than to transform into a human.
But soon you came back with not one not two but TWELVE different types of fish struggling trying to get free from your tentacles.
Azul was taken aback as you began to pluck scales off of the fish then letting them go once you got a certain amount.
You did this for awhile before darting over to him, cupping his face in your hand.
Shocked Azul froze as you examined something then lifted a spoon filled with a bright yellow mush. Azul raised an eyebrow, but you then roughly shoved it in his mouth, Azul gauged and tried to spit it out but it stuck to the roof of his mouth leaving a nasty flavor in his mouth.
Then felt something else fill his mouth, ink. He tried to stop it but it poured out and into a bucket set next to him.
"Sorry about that." you grumbled, handing him another spoonful of something else he took it and looked at the red mush suspiciously,
"Oh you'll be fine it's not poison." you sighed picking up the bucket and dumping his ink into vials.
Azul put the red mush in his mouth and coughed, "What is this?" he shuddered.
"Elixir of wellness, but no one said it would taste good." you hummed as you took the human utensil from him. "And besides I don't need you to be spilling out ink, I don't need sharks swarming my home."
"Has *cough* has it happened before?" Azul asked wiping the ink off his mouth.
"Yeah, and let me say that I'm not in a huge need for snacks for a while." Azul turned his head and on your shelves were jars of raw shark meat, shark intestine, and eyeballs.
Around your waist was a belt made entirely out of kelp and shark teeth along with a few bracelets made in the same fashion around some of your tentacles.
"Y-you eat them?" Azul was shocked with what you said next.
"Yep, been able to eat them since I was able to hunt." you sighed as you threw a fish bone in the cauldron. It seemed you didn't mind talking to him if you were working on your projects.
He was about to ask another question when the potion sent off a shower of bright red sparks, you capped it then set it on a shelf.
"Well I'm going out." you sighed Azul quirked an eyebrow.
"Why?" he asked you rolled your eyes.
"Food."
"Something that isn't a shark?" Azul teased.
"Yeah." you sighed "also need to restock my pantry," you thought "human herbs aren't cheap." you slipped out of the cave grabbing a bag of potions and then two more, one was a pale blue and the other lavender purple.
Once you were out Azul got up. (Sure his tentacles were numb but he could still swim, just slower than normal.)
But he swam after you hit a few rocks but eventually he made it out following you and trying to stay hidden.
He thought that both your speeds would be pretty even, but apparently Azul was mistaken yet again because as soon as you were out of the cave and through the barrier you shot out like a quick current and Azul struggled to keep up.
He was out of breath when you finally stopped right outside of a dock and sitting on the dock was a familiar grey shape.
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You grinned as you got to your meeting spot and took out the pale blue potion, glanced around then popped your head out of the water, "Hey Grim." you cherped the monster leapt back in surprise and you held back a laugh.
"Aww did I scare the fearless Grim?" you laughed taking a swig of the potion.
"No I was just startled, you might be the most dangerous mermaid in the sea but I'm not scared of you." you sighed heaving yourself onto the deck watching your tentacles shift and shrink.
Azul watched slack jawed as this took place, alright potions like that weren't very rare they were sold at the markets all the time but they were not only expensive but if you wanted to make one it took an extremely long time to make and you just happened to have one?
More and more reasons you would be useful to him, an intelligent, strong, and a creature that was capable of magic that he couldn't ever comprehend. He grinned but when he glanced at the place you had been-
Wait: WHERE WERE YOU!
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By the Great Seven it felt so good to walk! Humans were weird though, they had magic too so couldn't they make more comfortable clothes? But nonetheless you blended in and that was all that mattered.
At least here you could shop in peace and not have to hide until someone turned around then you could snatch what you need and leave your payment on the counter.
Here you had sort of a job and currency to pay for a small stand to sell potions and you were the most sought after person for potions along the coast.
"So Grim who's open?" you sighed as you tightened the corset.
"That weird Rollo guy has your herbs and a few farmer stands and seamstresses but the baker won't be open for a few hours." Grim listed as he handed you your leather pants and your (f/c) traveling cloak.
"I'm glad I gave you that potion." you sighed tying your hair up with a grey hair scarf in one hand and scratching Grim's head with the other.
"OI! It's better than flopping around but why a cat?" he groaned.
"Would you like to be a rat?" you asked with a smirk, "Because that can be arranged quite quickly."
"NO! No a cat is fine." Grim spluttered you laughed.
"Well come on let's get what we need and head back, I've got an unwanted patient back home that needs attending to." You exhaled setting a hand to your hip, Grim's head shot up.
"One of the stupids who followed me to your cave?" you nodded as you found your coin purse hidden in the rocks.
"Yep a cecaelia." Grim groaned.
"Azul." Grim shook his head, "You better watch out that guy loves scamming people." You nodded wondering if that's why he came to you to remove an anemone off his head as you walk through town, basket in hand with a spring in your step as you recalled an old memory from your childhood.
The day you had made your first human transformation potion, you had foolishly drank it still underwater and Grim had to rush you up to the surface.
When your head reached the air you were amazed by what humans were capable of and having the privilege to be able to observe them and their habits and the embarrassment of realizing you needed human clothes but that was solved no problem thanks to your magic.
At first it wasn't easy, learning how to walk was a challenge all of its own but with practice soon you had been sprinting in no time at all.
"Hey Y/n," you snapped out of your thoughts at Grim calling your name "Where to?" you grinned and let him hop onto your shoulder.
"Herbs and some of my more rare ingredients then we head over and start selling for the day."
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Azul was swimming in little circles trying to figure out what to do next, his target was walking around on human legs and he was stuck down here.
"Tying your tentacles getting in knots Azul~"
Azul whipped his head up to see Grim with a smug grin on his face, "What do you want sea weasel." he grumbled.
"I should be asking you that." Grim said with a cold glare "If you hurt my henchman I'll burn you to a crisp." Azul was about to shout back when Grim cut him off.
"But that's not important," Grim said waving a paw at him. "I know you want to watch her and I know she feels bad for dragging you through that electro current-"
"Electro current?" Azul piped up Grim glared at him then sighed.
"That's what I said pay attention, any ways catch." Azul then caught a strangely shaped bottle that had some sort of marking around one side of the rim.
"What is this?" Azul asked tilting the bottle Grim rolled his eyes.
"I know you have something up your sleeve but henchman and I both agree it's better to keep an eye on you rather than leave you to your own devices, your lucky Y/n had some left."
Azul blinked then it clicked as he popped his head out of the water so did the red marks on the other side of the bottle.
"What's the hold up?" Grim yawned then also realized what was on the bottle and then groaned, "Just drink it you coward." Grim then unprovoked uncorked the bottle and shoved it in Azul's mouth.
Azul coughed as the potion slid down his throat, "Not so bad was it?" Grim sassed, "Now get out of the water, come on I haven't got all day."
Slowly Azul got out of the water his new legs now shaking uncontrollably.
"About time." Azul raised his head to see you holding human clothes that were apparently for him. "Didn't think he would actually do it." you mused offering your hand and he took it and you heaved him upright.
"Here," you said handing him a towel "dry yourself off then Grim will show you how to put these on." After the silence and the rustling of clothes you took him to your stand.
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"Just stay here, even if your legs look fine there not they're slightly usable but not by much got it?" Azul nodded and sat down still processing what just happened.
It was just a little stain after all-
"Nope I know that it was the only thing she had but that doesn't mean I have to go into a spiral with it." Azul reprimanded himself as you sold more potions.
Once the crowd died down you pulled out your water skin and handed it to Azul. He took it and gave you a nervous glance as if he was on the verge of tears.
You sighed and sat down and put your hand on his shoulder, "What's wrong?"
"What? Oh um-" Azul choked out.
"Let me guess," you sighed "You freaked out about the bottle being shoved down your throat?"
Azul turned away in embarrassment, never in his whole life had anyone had the nerve to shove an already used potion down his throat. Not to mention with lipstick markings on it! Great now his face was as red!
Azul took a deep breath then gave his best businessman smile, "Must you think very little of me Kraken? I was just simply thinking of why you didn't have another bottle."
You blinked then let go of his chin then cleared your throat and made yourself busy with selling not making eye contact.
"Strange cecaelia." you thought as you gave him a glance and saw himself deflate in the chair as if he wasn't expecting you to ignore him.
Azul was internally panicking, his spell hadn't worked! Usually we wouldn't try something like a charismatic charm but what else was he supposed to do!?
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The market became full of chatter as men and women rushed inside as the clock chimed, Azul sighed how long was this potion going to last? Surely not this long it was almost night fall.
But apparently you had other ideas instead of heading back after your sales, "Come on." you said, giving him your hand.
He took it and you yanked him upright he followed you back to the rocks and was relieved when you pulled out a bottle and handed it to him.
Azul took a sip not caring if you would later and jumped into the water, then felt a tap on his shoulder he pulled his head out and you grinned lying on your stomach on the doc, "I'll join you in a few minutes I have to do a few things before I can go back. Grim will let you in." Azul nodded and smiled.
"That's fine with me. Anything I can do for you." you rolled your eyes, knelt.
"Nice try." you smirked flicking his nose he winced and rubbed the spot you hit. "I'll be back soon don't do anything stupid."
"Come on!" Grim shouted Azul glanced in your direction then dove into the water.
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"I'm back!" you shouted as you shut the electro shield.
"Great!" Grim shouted "I'm starving!"
You swam in and sat down slumping in exhaustion, "Must everything be about food with you?" you sighed.
"I can help with that if you're tired." Azul offered, you lifted your head and the bags under your eyes were very visible.
"Sure." you sighed "Grim keep an eye on him please I'm too tired to deal with this." then you curled yourself in your tentacles and dozed off.
"An interesting way to sleep." Azul thought as your tentacles shifted and swayed as you rested your head on one you looked peaceful.
"So what should we make?" Azul asked but then noticed Grim had swam over and had managed to fall asleep in your tentacles.
Azul sighed and looked around, there was so much he hadn't really seen before. Why would you keep these human thing-a-mabobs or shelve odd ingredients in an air pocket?
You were quite the odd ball weren't you it kind of reminded him of the mermaid princess from the stories collecting human junk that had come to the sea floor because of storms or shipwrecks. But why was a three pronged dinglehopper in your food area and not on your vanity, he shook his head and got to work.
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You woke up to a smell that was familiar to you, you peeled an eye lid open and you saw Azul finishing up a dish you hadn't had since your childhood.
"Smells good," you cherped swimming over to his side placing a hand on his shoulder and with the other dipping your finger in the cauldron and tasting the mix. "Hm just needs a bit more salt maybe," you mumbled reaching for it, "What do you think?"
Azul nodded his voice refusing to work as you leaned past him and added the salt taking the wooden spoon and strued it, then took it out and offered some to him. "I'll have some later." Azul said turning away, you shrugged and licked to spoon.
"Your loss." you hummed as you licked your lips "Hey Grim food's ready!" you called and the seal shot like a bullet to the smoothed stone in the middle of the area. You reached for the pot but Azul beat you to it.
"Please allow me." he insisted, you shrugged and pulled out three grey clam shells and headed to the table.
"How come you eat like this." Azul asked as he sat down next to you.
"I spent most of my childhood around humans." you sighed, scooping some of the food, "It's just normal to do it like this now."
"Yea and easier to get the scraps!" Grim shouted with a mouth full.
"Grim I'd give you more than the scraps if you just came over more." You pointed out, Grim said something with his mouth full and continued eating.
"Glutton." Azul thought as you got up and placed the remains of the meal in a glass jar then came back over with the bowl of saulve.
"Now let's put this on after the market I'm pretty sure you're healing a lot faster than I anticipated." you smeared the saulve on the burns and he let out a small hiss in pain. "Shh it's okay," you crooned offhandedly taking his hand in your tentacle. "Done." you hummed floating to the side.
"Thank you." he mumbled.
"Mha! Henchman I'm tired and it's cold!" Grim protested you sighed.
"Well the ice is coming I guess it's not a bad idea to head to the bubbler." Azul raised an eyebrow, bubbler what was that? "Come on," you heaved "you do NOT want to be anywhere else when the icy currents settle in." you took is hand and guided him through the caves. The farther in you both went the warmer and darker it got.
"Whoa." He thought as your luminescent patterns started to light up. Of course he'd seen the patterns after all a week ago he fell on top of you but seeing them light up....
It took his breath away, how could people deem you as a monster?
Why did HE deem you as a monster or a creature to be taken advantage of!?
You were amazing and he wanted you to think he was amazing. "Ahh warm water I missed you~" you sighed laying on top of what looked like the bones of a sea dragon covered in a soft sponge.
You lifted your head when Azul was still in the entryway. "Well aren't you going to lay down? The sponge is big enough for both of us." Azul blush went as bright as fire coral.
"Oh umm-"
"OI Henchman most mers aren't that comfortable with close sleeping." Grim scoffed Azul felt like strangling him because of the fact that you had no idea about mers customs and that Gim had pointed that out to make him flustered. If the seal's smug grin said anything.
"Does that matter?" you asked Grim "Because last I checked this is the only place to stay warm. If he doesn't we'd have an octo-popsicle on our hands," You then looped a tentacle around his waist and pulled him on to the sponge. "there that's better isn't it?" Azul nodded as his muscles began to relax.
Later as the sun set and the night was at its peak while you and Grim were asleep, Azul stayed awake not able to sleep.
Something in him changed when he met you from a simple bargaining chip to wanting to be something more than a patient. He was going to tell you. Tell you everything and hope you could still be...
Friends?
Something more?
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The next week went by in a blur with you and Azul going up to the shore together and showing him everything you could about humans.
The two of you seemed to get along and Grim was more relaxed about Azul. On the last day before Azul would leave you had an idea.
"Hey do you want to head up to that human town today?" you ask pulling down another potion.
Azul nods, "Sure that would be pleasant."
You smile, "Grim are you coming?"
"Yeah let's get going already!" Grim exhaled heading for the beach.
You grin and grab his hand and swim off as fast as you could towards land. Once you both arrived you snapped your fingers and the human clothes you were wearing shifted into something more formal and a bit more revealing the color of the morning sky. His suit was similar in nature but a bit darker and
Azul gawked at you for a minute then he lifted his head to the sound of music playing. "Come on we're going to miss the celebrations." you chirped, although if you were being honest with yourself you did want to be friends with him in one way or another.
Azul was met with the sound of music and the town square dressed up for festivities in white, ocean blue, and royal purple banners with silver and gold threading. "What is this?" he breathed.
You smile and jester to the festivities, "Welcome to the festival of Nautilus!"
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It was beautiful, breath taking, enchanting even. Azul was entranced by the soft lights and magnificent colors as the two of you spent the afternoon looking at all the shops.
Trying out some of the food the festival had to offer, and playing some of the games as well.
You both sit down and just enjoy each other's presents then you hear the sounds of music.
You jump up grabbing Azul's hand and leading him to the dance floor. "Come on it's easy," you tell him, "just put one hand on my waist and hold my hand with the other. There you go now just move side to side. Perfect!"
Time seemed to slow down as the two of you danced it was wonderful. The whole world seemed to hold its breath as Azul pulled you closer to him, he leaned in but you beat him to it. Kissing him while you danced, he wrapped his arms around your waist and he wasn't planning on letting go anytime soon.
How caverns hid the deepest secrets and for now it holds the secrets of a love found and shall stay together for all of time.
See you later Twisted Dreamers
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