#twst polyamory

[frequent-demisexual-distress]

Baby Shark: Leech Twins x Small Shark! reader

So, again, not proofread, and this time typed in one setting on my phone

It might be crack? I had a specific scenario in mind for a bad joke and it sort of ran out of control

You had finally finished your pep talk to the freshmen of Octavinelle and were now walking, hand in hand (in hand) with Floyd and Jade, back to your dorm room - it just so happened that tonight was your date night, and you'd agreed to stay in and just spend some time together. Weekly date nights were something the three of you had made a sacred event, not to be toyed with. It was enstated at Jade's request, as he found himself becoming somewhat jealous of just how much Floyd's normal behavior kept your attention in day to day activities - though he wouldn't admit that outright, you could tell based on his increased, but subtle, requests for attention.

At first, he'd just be somewhat snappier than he meant to be - you came to learn that, from time to time, Jade would have bratty tendencies. He'd touch you more often - although subtle, as ever; he might have a hand on yours under the table, or having your calves pressed together, or a hand on the small of your back. When you didn't pay attention to his subtle signs, he'd have a hard time not becoming frustrated, as his genuine emotions were not something he was the most comfortable expressing openly at this point, despite how much you meant to him - as a result of the lack of communication, and not feeling heard, he'd become irritated.

You'd confront him, telling him that it hurt your feelings when he'd be snappy for no reason. "Jade, love, please tell me.. what's wrong?" You'd ask softly, hands clasped over one of his, having pulled him aside while Floyd went on to his next class.

He'd look at you for a moment. You saw the hesitation in his face, as he almost defaulted. He'd so often pretend that he didn't know what you were talking about, playing it cool - but today, with the softness in your eyes piercing his wall and the warmth of your skin pulling down every brick. His facade faltered and he frowned slightly before leaning down slightly and resting his forehead against yours, taking you by surprise.

Eyes closed, as if too ashamed to face you while he spoke the words aloud, he muttered, "I'd understand, you know - if you prefer Floyd's company."

Immediately you understood, and your hands flew to cup his cheeks. Softly stroking them, your brows furrowed, you speak with a strength that surprises even you. "Jade, my love - we came to be together in exactly the same way as Floyd and I, but you could not be more different. My time with you is the treasure of my heart, just as his is, but yours is unique-"

As you speak, slow and certain, you notice him open his eyes, lifting his head to better see you, though not enough to remove your hands from his cheeks.

"-the time that you and I spend together, just us, is usually quiet. We spend little moments together, simple things like cooking or studying in each other's presence. It may not always be the most interactive, but just being in your presence makes me so happy," you finish, brushing a few of his stray hairs to the side.

He was quiet for a moment, studying your face before humming faintly - in an instant, that signature smile was back and his hands removing yours from his cheeks and clasping them gently. "Well then," he began, cheerful tone returning, "I suppose we shouldn't change that." You noticed that, after a brief pause, his voice had softened slightly, and his eyes avoided yours for a moment as he added, "Although.. perhaps more active time together in addition to that might not hurt."

You nod firmly, before standing up on your toes and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Taking his hand and ready to move on, you begin to step forward before he pulls you back, his lips suddenly on yours with a surprising but not unpleasant amount of force - a passion that he normally reserved for very private moments. You melt in it, nearly losing your balance for a moment, before he pulls away.

This time, his smirk is real. Smug bastard.

And so, you two decided to have one date per week just for you, and Jade's moodiness seemed to subside.

Enter your other partner, Floyd.

Now, Floyd is emotionally driven at the best of times, and emotionally car-crashed at the worst of times. And him misinterpreting your sudden new habit of going on a formal date with only his brother, his usual unspoken invitation seemingly revoked from these instances, is what led to him beginning to veer out of control in the first place. Whether it surprises you or not, you'd quickly learned that change, at least in the things he felt were his and that he took comfort in, frightened Floyd, and that he would either lean into the manic or slide into the depressive when he was frightened in that way.

For you, that meant your already wild partner was taking things up a few notches. Someone asks for your help in class? He's looming over you trying to squeeze them. You have a study group to attend? He's tagging along and being a total distraction (a cute one for sure, but still defeating the purpose of the meeting). You're late to walk him to class? He's decided he's skipping today, he'd rather stay in bed awhile.

Now, you were a good partner. You wanted to give him his space, of course, but with this on top of the increase in acting out, you felt coming in and checking on him was justified. You opened the door to see that his room was more messy than usual (take that as you will). You walked over to his bed and took him in - pajamas on haphazardly and hair a mess, laying on his side and trying to go back to sleep. You sat on the edge of the bed for a moment and observe him. Normally, he'd shoot right up and hug you close; today though, he wasn't budging.

Ultimately, you decide to take only the most natural next step - wrapping your arms around his waist and being his big spoon. You're silent, save for your calm breathing and the slight shifting sound of his blanket as you rub soft circles through it and into his chest. A solid three or four minutes pass before you feel one of his hands come to rest on top of yours- loosely, at first, but it was progress. "...Won't you be late, Y/N?" He says, voice low, head not moving and hair hiding his face from you at that angle.

You shrug and squeeze him softly, quickly pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. "I might be, but who'd ever prefer Trein's lecturing to holding one of the most handsome Eels in the world?" You say, an almost lazy tilt in your voice - you nuzzle into him as you finish. Right now, you decided, he needed to feel like the most important person in the world. And for you he was, in that moment.

You feel him chuckle lowly at your little comment, and suddenly he's turning to lay on his back, facing the ceiling. You notice his eyes are puffy, and your heart breaks just a little. His grip on your hand has tightened, an anxiety in his touch that you knew too well. "Y/N... do you still love me?"

The way his eyes, tired from crying, fully stared at the ceiling, and the flat delivery of the devastating question was what pushed you over the edge. Still on your side and clinging to him, you pull him close and blink away tears, choking back a sob. "Oh honey," you're finally able to get out, "I love you deeper than the Mariana trench - higher than the moon. Whatever made you think otherwise?"

He finally turns on his side, now facing you, eyes again watering. He brings the other hand to your chin, lifting it and making you look at him. Teary eyed and lip near quivering, he simply asked, "Promise me?"

You smile, tears still falling slowly. Simply, you answer, "I swear."

He kissed you softly, something rare for Floyd. You take the moment in and try to memorize the way he moved, so slow and sure, yet almost shy, despite your time together. When he pulled away, he grinned, though it was certainly softer than usual; he spoke with an almost child-like excitement, "Does that mean you'll take me on your dates with Jade now, too?"

You exhale in slight disbelief, chuckling to yourself. Finally, stroking his cheek gently, you speak softly. "I'm afraid not, baby. That time is for him -"

His face began to fall, but you quickly you continued, "- but all that means is that you and me need to have some time just for us each week, too. All for you."

And, after being drowned in kisses and missing two class periods to cuddle, and answering calls from a very concerned Jade, you had helped him recover enough to finish out the day, and things seemed to get back on track in your unique relationship.

However, two dates every week while also working at the cafe, doing odd jobs for Azul, and being a full-time student quickly had you drained. Sometimes, you realized, you'd like some of your free time to be for you - after all, you did see them both every single day regardless.

And so, you and the boys sat down to work out a schedule that allowed all of you a better work-life balance. Ultimately you decided that, each month, one week would have both date nights. The next would have a date with Jade and the third with floyd (the extra free time in each to give the three of you some time to yourselves those weeks). That last week's date night would be one for all three of you - they are brothers, after all, and although surely not possible, you were worried that they weren't spending enough time together anymore.

That brings us back to the present, as the three of you enter your dorm room. You show them the snacks you prepared for your movie night (since you were "hosting" this week) and turn on your television. You're about to turn on a poorly produced, so-bad-its-good romcom when Floyd's treacherous hand attacks your midsection.

Giggling and calling for mercy, you notice he's snatched the remote from you and is entering something with his free hand. "What-" you choke out between giggles, "what are you doing?"

Jade simply sits beside you and pets your hair while Floyd continues. "He mentioned earlier to me that he had a video he'd like us to watch together - that you, in particular, would love it," Jade says, just admiring you as you're tormented.

Finally Floyd stops, giggling like a maniac himself when he's apparently found the video he'd picked for you. You sit up, Jade gently aiding you, and adjust your shirt and your hair. With a huff, still fighting off the remnant giggles, you ask, "Well, what is this video, anyway?"

With a shit-eating grin, he presses play and it hits you.

Baby shark, Do do do-fucking doo. And as you stare at the screen, squinting in disbelief at the audacity, you notice the time-bar. He's picked a 2-hour loop.

Floyd is losing it, and Jade looks less than surprised and more than amused. Those little shits. Well, if they want to play games, you'll play along, you decide. And so, you sat back, grabbing the remote and not allowing them to change it.

Floyd is the first to crack, complaining of his ears ringing. Jade only lasted as long as he did because he was amused by Floyd's reversal; soon though, he was looking physically drained.

By minute 12, they're both trying to pry the remote from your iron grip. You didn't often use your strength with them, but they had to learn. Lips drawn tight, you stand firm - or rather, lounge on your bed, firm. However, even a creature with no natural predators has their breaking point - at minute fourteen, you turn it off.

"So, boys," you begin, holding yourself up and giving them your best less-than-impressed glower, "Learn your lesson?"

Floyd grins, and taps his phone screen. Again, the cursed tune begins to burn your ears. Jade chuckles, and, patting your back, he coos condescendingly, "There there, love, you know you'll always be our only 'baby shark'."

Your glare slowly shifts to him. A pun? A bad pun? That's what all this has led to? Oh, these little bastards. Without warning, you launch yourself onto Floyd and, playfully of course, try to pry the singing phone from his hands. Managing to pause it, you allow him to overpower you (so long as that damn music was done). He starts kissing you again and again, all over your face - meanwhile, Jadehas shifted more onto the bed and, somehow, coaxes you out from under his brother and into a cuddling position- leaving one side open for his brother, of course.

Now, without warning or explanation, they'll refer to you as Baby Shark in conversation, even when with someone who's not in on the joke, and even though you play up the annoyed reaction to make them laugh, you honestly don't mind being their baby shark, as long as they will always be your Eels.

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreak house, mfs.

Twst x Obey me!AFAB!reader

(Reader is Ob's MC)

CW:

•NO APPEARANCE SPECIFIED FOR READER.

•Poly.

•Cursing.

•Reader is referred to as "you" or they/them and even "he/him" because NRC boys refer to any living humanoid in the school as a male by default.

•Crowley.

•It's my first time writing a fanfiction, pls tell me if I should continue writing this.

(Random pic go brr—)

What will happen when a perpetually hungry-for-cuddles and tired-of-this-shit hooman gets kidnapped by a motherfucking horse and decides (kinda? Yeah nope. This wasn't by choice.) to enroll in a school full of problematic kids and their irresponsible af headmage?

Chaos. Pure and utter chaos with a lot of high-end simping in the mix (Along with the slightly unhinged urge to commit arson and burn a bitch to crisp)

So read as [y/n] tries to run away from the school-life while trying to just get back to their goddamn harem family (God saw this thought and decided that giving y/n more harem members is the appropriate course of action), all while juggling the harsh responsibilities of being a guardian, babysitter, therapist, healer, protector, local crush and celebrity for poor Yuu and the entirety of NRC.

("Pls send help" — y/n)

• • • • •

Disclaimer: You may have been kidnapped to a whole 'nother world and you may be on the verge of a mental breakdown, but you're sure as hell gonna look hot and serve cunt while you go through all your problems.

Prologue: 1

IMPORTANT: Mc will be referred to as they/them in this story, but in these beginning chapters a lot of people will refer to mc as a dude because y'know; NRC is an ALL BOYS school and nrc students came to expect that those in the school are all boys.(this'll change dw)

In order to avoid confusion, every time that the MC is addressed by others as he/him or more; I will color it blue. why blue? I find it easier to read.

Sample; 'He turned to them.'

The "He" in this passage is referring to MC because the character referring to them thinks that they're a guy.

REMINDER: This is Fanfiction! Not everything will be the same as canon because of this thing called the 'butterfly effect'.

• • • •

The Dorm Leaders + lilia were just about to call this Opening Ceremony over.

So close to getting out of this hall and finally being able to go on their merry ways to escort the new students back to their respective dorms before the hectic-ness of preparing for hours starts to catch up to them.

Though, things are never quite that easy in NRC.

A commotion with the students quite far from them leaves the majority of them annoyed/disgruntled. (Kalim is just confused and curious)

The headmaster rushes to check what was wrong only for a student to point out that there is an unopened coffin floating in a shadowy part of the hall.

Armed with the desire to get this shit over with and to avoid embarrassment from missing a coffin when he was going around opening them and also, with Yuu waiting near the mirror, the headmaster opens the coffin to wake the new student inside.

The dorm leaders walked closer to be able to quickly usher the new student to the dark mirror only to notice that the headmaster froze up.

"...Headmaster? Are you alright?" Azul "Boutta-do-sumthin-devious" Ashengrotto asked with faux concern.

"Ah– Ah yes! I'm alright Mr. Ashengrotto."

Crowley the bitch cleared his throat and reached inside the coffin to wake the student up.

"Hmm..."

The dorm leaders subconsciously or not, peaked inside the coffin before getting gobsmacked by the sleeping student.

Sure, the student looked quite cute ("New potential apple locked in" — Vil.) even with half of his face obstructed but what really drew their attention were the jewelries that he was wearing.

Three luxurious looking earrings on each of his ears, all unique from each other, all with a respective color and design except for that one earring with two gemstones engraved in it, orange and indigo. Seven gems, six earrings

An ornament on his forehead that looks to be a combination of a circlet and a Ferronnière made from gold, with intricate black bat-like wings surrounding the red gemstone in the middle.

And that's just the jewelry on his head.

There's also the sleek black choker with a golden sheen on his neck with a teal gemstone surrounded by small diamonds hanging in the middle.

They don't know if this guy has anymore but the jewels they can see for now is more than enough for them to make the deduction that this student has some alot of money on his hands.

No wonder the Headmaster froze up.

Azul subconsciously starts fixing up his appearance when he starts to wake up, wanting to make a good impression on a potential, rich victim client.

• • • •

"Mmh... What the hell.. Why is the bed so hard.."

You mumbled as you stirred, feeling someone lightly shaking you awake.

You opened your eyes, expecting maybe the brothers, solomon, dia, barbs, simeon or luke but you were instead met with a face obscured by a dark bird mask.

"..."

"..."

"You have two seconds to unhand me before you lose your hands." or your life. Depends on who I can summon first.

You made your voice as cold and unwelcoming as possible as the man with the bird mask squawked and backed away a bit in shock.

"H– How rude..! I'll have you know that I was only–"

"Where am I?"

You cut off the weird looking bird-man as you scanned your surroundings and moved to come out of the coffin why were you in a coffin? you were in, in fear of it closing and locking you inside.

You glance warily to the bird-man while keeping an eye on the huge number of robed individuals that you can see. are you in a cult? Damnit, did one of the Brothers' crazy cults decide to kidnap you out of jealousy again??

Especially the seven (reminder that lilia is there with the Housewardens) closest to you and bird-dude.

Some solomon-kinnie motherfucker is currently eyeing you down like he's about to sell your kidneys to the black market or something.. Hmm... Your fight or flight instincts are telling you to sell HIS kidneys instead.

*Ehem*

Burd-dude cleared his throat and addresses you.

"It seems that the teleportation magic has left you disoriented... No matter, I can forgive your offense of trying to threaten me for I am gracious!"

He then looked weirdly like a combination of preening peacock and a proud chicken.

"I repeat. Where in the unholy trinity of the three realms, am I?"

Now that raised a few eyebrows.

You feel for the necklace under your clothes that Thirteen gave you, filing the question of why you're also wearing the same robe as these people away, in your head.

While the guy that you now dub-thee as "bird-bitch" started gawking at you and going on a tangent of being disrespectful, you scan the big hall/room you're in looking for ways to escape.

• • • •

Hmm... This new student seems to be a knowledgeable individual.

Lilia kept his gaze on the student, studying how he took on a defensive stance the moment he got out of the coffin.

They need to calm this student quickly before something happens.

The student seems to be confused on why he's here and is looking for a way to get out.

If the way his eyes moved around the room in quick succession is any indicator.

Not the first time that something like this happens but add in the magicless student's appearance, he gets the feeling that something strange will happen once again.

Seeing him take out and grasp the palm-sized gemstone of a whole 'nother necklace hidden under his robe how many trinkets does this boy have??, Lilia got ready to jump in the fray should something happen.

There's a possibility that the student can use that necklace as a weapon if that was what he chose to hold in this situation and not his other shiny ornaments.

Lilia was proven right when the necklace and the gemstone glowed and formed into a fancy-looking staff that the student quickly pointed towards Crowley.

He looked at the dorm leaders around him to see if any of them will do something.

...

yeah no. If anything, they look like they're watching an amusing show. Especially Schoenheit and Kingscholar..

Though it seems more like Riddle is still assessing the situation before he brings out his infamous collar.

Haahh.. Youngsters these days..

Chapter list | → PROLOGUE 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

Elae: Sorry if my grammar is off, English isn't my first language.

Btw, Thanks for reading this far! Hope you enjoyed it😊

Srry if my format is also off, I've only been using tumblr for a few days now...

MOST IMPORTANTLY; Should I continue reading this fanfic? I wanna know if people still read Obey mexTwst stories here...

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Tight Threads | Yandere Malleus Draconia and Idia Shroud

Pop!

With a tentative lick, you collected the remaining bits of your favorite gum from over your lips. Even so, you didn’t bother pulling your eyes away from the glowing monitor, watching the animated cards shift as the electronic dealer reshuffled. The game was currently a fair fight. 

“Yuck! I was hoping to get another lucky noob!”

You kept quiet. Refusing to move your eyes from the robotic shuffling of the cards; your significant other on the other hand pulled himself over to the adjacent monitor which finally finished its animated cutscene. He sucked his teeth clicking the buttons and notches of the matching console as a boss fight ensued. 

“Geez this game is as buggy as those reviews were whining about. What a disgrace to the Love Supreme brand!” 

He sneered out a couple more insults, defeating the enemy and accepting another side quest. A flashy graphic flashed on the screen initiating his turn, he sucked his teeth again complaining about the player’s speed before sliding to the original monitor again. Despite his eyes being on the other screen he easily completed the quest, letting the victory screen play in the background.

“Huh!? Betting already and so much there’s no way they have a bad hand! There’s only one choice in this case–”

He brought a blue painted finger to the keyboard with full intentions to press down on it.

And it would've if it weren't for your intervention. 

“Hold it.”

You barricaded the monitor with your body as you confirmed your suspicions. Continuing to hog the keyboard, you held your ground waiting for Idia to change focus. Post haste he moved his controller from his lap, wrapping it around your waist as you replaced it. The clicking of his controller rang once more as he watched you in bewilderment. You answered him with a sigh.

“They’re baiting you. The way the cards are dealt means that the other players most definitely don’t have the means. They’re just trying to trick you with the size of the bet.” 

You shuffled your (his) hand before upping your own bet. The clicking stopped as he rested his chin on your shoulder, squeezing his arms tight around you. 

“Are you sure this isn’t just because we just watched that gambling anime? I don’t think we’ll be allowed to go to that con if you lose this much.”

“I got this Iddy watch me!”

You pressed the button to raise the bet. Letting the graphics cue the 2nd player and all that was left was to wait. Idia’s tapping pattern became more frantic, a small change from his usual pattern. You nuzzled his face in comfort as he completed his quest. Both of you nervously stealing glances at the bouncing dots of the player deciding.

“They’re raising.”

“Wouldn’t need to if their hand is good.”

Pressing the button again. The dots reappeared and you lightly shifted in anticipation. Idia on the other hand tucked his head into your neck as he harshly focused on the other monitor, too anxious to watch with you.

“おめでとう GamblerofZunderworld667! You’ve won the bet and a balance of over 30 million tokens”

Idia shakily sighed into your neck, brushing his lips against it as he triggered another cutscene in his game. Smirking with pride, you stretched your arms above your head. You then went to reach for the keyboard again only for the desk to slide out of your reach.

You pouted at the man on your shoulder.

“I think that’s enough betting for you.”

“Heh? You of all people shouldn’t be talking about limits. How many hours have you got on your latest RPG.”

“H-hey off! Off!”

He wrestled the controller from your grasp, maneuvering it behind him far enough to be out of your reach. Thanks to your position it proved to be the most effective way to stop you from taking his controller. You giggled as you thought of something devious. 

“Oh, Iddy~! Why don’t we both stop playing and do something more fun?”

Idia let a blush take over his face as he thwarted another attempt of yours for the controller.

“No way! It’s you who’s playing a game that spends our allowance.”

“Yeah, but you’re the one who’s playing a game with voice chat. You- know-who isn’t going to like that~.”

“Who isn’t going to like what?”

You both stopped, startled at the new voice. You quickly straightened up as though you hadn’t been struggling just seconds before. Both of you putting on innocent smiling faces. Taking the lead you could practically feel the worry teeming off Idia.

“Hi Mal-Mal how was work today.”

“Irritating. I could only think about coming home to you two.”

“Awww Mal-Mal!” 

You got up from Idia’s lap to throw your arms around his shoulders, subtly taking in his scent. He seemed to do the same with you holding you close while supporting your back. Taking the hint you wrapped your legs around his waist, his hands cupping your butt, and waited for him to start walking. Idia watched you two leave into the adjacent room, golden eyes following before returning to the screen, quickly saving his progress and powering down.

“I don’t understand why you two stay cooped up in here when you have a full mansion at your disposal.”

“It's because that’s where Idia wanted our gaming set-up to be. Said he’s scared of the webcams getting hacked if we kept them in our room. Besides–” He arrived at your shared bedroom setting you on the bed while he removed his tuxedo in your walk-in closet. “He knows you’d never allow it.”

He smirked. “That’s absolutely correct.”

Now changed into his casual turtle-neck and loose jeans he returned to the bed. Kissing you multiple times on the eyebrow, your forehead, your cheek, and then your lips. Staying on that last part as long as he could before you lightly tapped at his forearm. Lightheaded you leaned into him, catching your breath while he nuzzled into your ear. Emerald eyes looked past your bowed head to the open door as Idia silently entered as well. Malleus hummed to himself as he watched his other lover disappear into the master bathroom.

“I’m sure we all will have so much to catch up on. Somehow a workday of seven hours feels like an eternity.”

___________________________________________________________

“How did it go? Did any of the conspirators get into the meeting?”

Idia huffed as he took a lick of his raspberry popsicle, leaning against Malleus’ unclothed chest. The vibrations of Malleus' laughter reverberated against his back, a feeling that made his heart beat even faster. 

“What do you think? I wouldn’t be the heir to the Draconian bloodline if they even got into the building.” 

“Still though, usually there's always someone who drops the bag. I can’t imagine a public book signing not having at least one.”

“Why do you ask Idia? Did you find something?”

Under Malleus’ intense gaze, the gamer found himself fidgeting, swallowing a chunk of his aftercare treat in hopes of delaying the response. It didn’t help. It only encouraged Malleus to wrap his arm around him to firmly hold his chin in a subtle threat, letting him continue to nibble at the frozen treat.

“N-not necessarily. Most of what I was talking about was a generalization–”

“Wrong.”

He tightened his grip on Idia’s chin forcing him to turn his head. Idia faltered feeling the warm breath tickle his lips as he tried to look away from that fanged smile. Malleus chuckled at his expression but held firm.

“You’re lying again.”

“W-what makes you think I’m lying?”

Malleus moved closer letting his lips graze Idia’s as he spoke.

“I know everything about my loves, every expression, every sound, every moan. I know it all. I thought you’d respect that by now.”

“I’m not trying to challenge you–”

“No?”

“I just want to make sure it's going well without you stomping on my info!” 

Idia let himself openly glare at the heir whose eye widened only for a second before he captured his lips. With reciprocated fervor, they each explored each other's mouth; savoring the taste of raspberry flavoring. Idia reluctantly pulled away tucking his burning face into Malleus’ neck. Malleus conceded.

“Didn’t mean to make you feel that way.”

“I-Its whatever. But there are a couple of really determined communities that are really digging to link you to the (L/n)'s disappearances and that turd’s family.”

Idia looked up at him, biting his popsicle for emphasis. Malleus continued to smile, his eyes holding an animosity at the mention of the former. Even when given the juvenile nickname it didn’t quell the furious flame Malleus had. 

“Well, rumors used to be a crime punishable by death for many.”

“No more deaths, it’ll be too obvious. Our best bet is to ruin them with something else. By someone else.” 

He was smirking again,” then I suppose the Shroud genius has a plan?”

Idia gave a toothy smile. “But of course. You’d really think I’d let those neets slander your name?”

Malleus didn’t need to answer. Gave a thankful kiss on Idia’s head before looking over to you, who was laying with your back towards them; arms and legs wrapped around a body pillow with some nameless anime character on it. It gave him that ugly feeling again. 

“Idia. Three things.”

“Yeah?”

Malleus pinched Idia’s side earning a yelp as Idia leans in closer to him. 

“1) I expect you to properly greet me when I return home.”

“With hugs and kisses?”

“With hugs and kisses.”

“Fine. It’ll be cringy though.”

“That’s fine with me. 2) I’m going to shred the next body pillow you gift (Y/n).”

“What?! But they love their body pillow!”

“If it's not gone by tomorrow I’m burning it in the furnace.”

“Okay okay!”

“And 3)--” Malleus snatched the popsicle stick from Idia’s mouth, flinging it perfectly into the trash can beside the bed. 

“No eating in the bed.”

Part 2?

[eirasummersart]

I can finally share this! Me and some friends made this for our friend @vofiart 's bday! :D She really likes this OT5 so we found a base of 5 people to draw it for her as a collab C: I think it turned out adorable, don't you think so too? <3

Here's a list of all who joined, go show them some love too:

Deuce: @ovterscience

Jack: @/horangdie (tw and insta)

Ace: @prisuker

Sebek: @tsundereition

Epel: Me!

And again, Happy bday, Sofiiii 🎉🎉💕💕 Feliz cumpleee :D

Only my part under the cut C:

[underqualified-human]

Yuu, to Crewel: This is my boyfriend Riddle, and this is Riddle's boyfriend Trey, who is also my other boyfriend.

Crewel:

[clovercyberspace]

Silly Hcs for TWST! I did the savanclaw trio frist! I loved drawing jack aaa! I made him such a pretty boy!

I forgot to add some stuff but made some edits

Yes Leona is dating Malleus and Idia (He told me himself/j)

That's all of them! I might do a poll on what dorm I should do next or ask friends of mine

[pinkskytwst]

MAKING A STAND - PART II

Yandere First Years/Prefect Romantic Poly, GrimxPrefect Platonic

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The first ‘incident’ sent a ripple of suspicion and unease through the Housewardens.

They were all powerful, all skilled and talented in their own ways and none of them could ever claim to be ‘harmless’, but on the list of physically dangerous, Jamil was listed high. He had been trained since a child to be able to fight off adult assassins and excelled at it despite the few times he had been forced to show it.

When you took in Snake Whisper he pretty much jumped to the top.

Being able to control anyone just by meeting their gaze and having the mental ability to utilize it properly, well, despite how intimidating the twins and Malleus could be, no one dared to let their guard down around the Scarabia Vice-Housewarden.

So, when the news of the retainer/bodyguard being sent to the hospital wing because of a potions class ‘gone wrong’ – a class he was highly capable in – and then for that news to explode with the knowledge that Jamil’s face had been injured and his eyes mostly destroyed…

They all began watching each other’s houses even more closely.

The Prefect visited Kalim, who remained steadfast at his best friend’s bedside, and brought him food that he could at least know was safe to eat while he waited for Jamil to recover.

The heir was heartbroken when they learned that Jamil would never be able to see again even with all the magical healing they were using that had saved his life, but he promised the Prefect that the other would never have to worry. Kalim would take care of him, make sure he never wanted for anything.

He was alive and that was what mattered to Kalim.

The Prefect shared an embrace with the usually bright young man and promised that they would help any way they could.

Kalim had just chuckled weakly and gave them a light pat on the back, his gaze sliding past them to Epel, who had come with them to visit and was standing at the door. He quickly shifted his gaze away and back to the Prefect with a blinding smile.

“Don’t worry, I can take care of Jamil. My father is sending another trusted aide to cook and take care of me while Najma finishes up her training. With the both of us Jamil will be okay. You shouldn’t worry. You have a lot on your plate and I wouldn’t want you to overwork yourself.” He assured them.

The Prefect wasn’t fully pacified by this, of course, but realized that Jamil probably wouldn’t want them hovering and seeing him so weakened, so they promised to visit once the other boy woke up and wanted to see them.

Kalim agreed of course, but his expression somehow said he doubted that would actually happen.

The Prefect didn’t push but gave Kalim one last embrace before stepping out of the hospital wing with Epel at their side.

“You okay?” the lavender haired boy asked, his fingers finding theirs comfortingly to give them a gentle squeeze.

They looked up to their friend, unable to hold back the fond smile as they heard the twinge of country accent in his words that always slipped a little when he was concerned.

“I…think so.” They admitted, somewhat unsure, “It’s just…Jamil was so skilled at potions. I’m worried that if even he can get hurt so badly that others could too.”

They chewed on their bottom lip absently.

“Epel, would you mind tutoring us all more in potions?” they asked hopefully. “You’re so smart in that subject and you know how clumsy Deuce and Grim can be sometimes, and Ace doesn’t aways pay attention to details like he should. What if something like this happens again and they get hurt?”

The Pomefiore boy quickly released their hand to wrap around their shoulders and pull them closer to his side.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you all study. I’m sure it was just a mix up. It’s really easy to get ingredients wrong if you’re not paying attention and he had to keep a watch on Kalim too.” He assured him. “Fairy wing powder and Pyroxene dragonfly wing powder looks basically the same unless you’re really familiar with them.” He pointed out. “I’ll make sure the guys will know how to tell the difference.”

The Prefect nodded, leaning into the comfort.

“Thanks, Epel.” They smiled softly, leaning their head against his.

“Don’t worry, you can count on me.” He promised gently, voice soft and with the warm drawl of his accent that never failed to make them smile.

“I know.”

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The second ‘incident’ nearly caused an international scandal.

Rook Hunt, the Vice Housewarden and bane of existence for multiple students that were the focus of his obsessions, was attacked while Trein-sensei had taken the third years on a field trip of sorts to the Coral Sea.

The trip had gone well, in the beginning, despite some of the antics from the NCR students. There had even been a visit to the same museum that Azul had conned the Prefect into stealing from and one of the older siblings to Prince Rielle had hosted them for a meal.

No one was surprised, however, that the blonde huntsman had slipped away at some point in hopes of trying to track sea creatures he would otherwise not have access to.

Many in Pomefiore, in fact, were betting one what exactly he would end up coming back with.

What they hadn't expected was him not returning and a search having to be made for the Sunset Savana citizen only to find him barely alive from what appeared to be a shark attack.

His right arm had been completely torn off at the shoulder.

Vil had been livid, instantly setting out with all the backing of his fame and famous father to place blame on the school for allowing such a thing to occur and at the Coral Sea royal family for not ensuring that the visiting students were safe.

What he didn't say was how he suspected the Octavinelle Housewarden and his pet eels to have been behind it somehow. They made no attempt to hide how they despised the blonde for his stalking habits or his attempts to target them during events like the Bean Fest or Magift matches, and the twins had been visiting their parents on short notice during the trip.

He didn’t say it but he made his displeasure felt on campus and the Mostro Lounge lost all Pomefiore business in one fell swoop.

Magift matches between the two dorms became little more than blood baths that even Savanaclaw were impressed by, and fights breaking out between the students of said dorms became an almost common occurrence.

It was only under Vil’s pressure that Crowley assured the blonde that he would be allowed to return to school once he had healed up enough and would work beside the Housewarden to complete his coursework so that he wouldn’t be held back or hindered by his missing limb.

A magical prosthesis would be created for him, of course, but it would take a while to special create for him and it was doubtful that the tracker’s aim would ever be what it had once been.

“And you’ll thank Lilia-senpai again for me, right? For finding Rook-senpai and bringing him back?” The Prefect asked, looking up at Sebek from where their fingers were snagged onto his sleeve. “I know he wasn’t exactly pleased with Rook-senpai’s…hobbies.”

The half-fae’s expression flickered with discontent and the human knew he was probably just annoyed that his superior had been forced to do the teachers’ job for them.

Or maybe how they had realized that the blonde huntsman had been taking more pictures of them recently than usual.

“OF COURSE!” he declared seriously, not comfortable with instigating contact out in the open but he didn’t attempt to shake them off like he might once have done either. “LILIA-SAMA WAS ONLY DOING AS HE FELT WAS HIS RESPONSIBILITY BUT I WILL REITERATE YOUR GRATITUDE!”

The Prefect smiled brightly up at the knight, forcing Sebek to glance away quickly or succumb to the heat rising in his cheeks.

“Thank you, Sebek. I really like Lilia-sama but I don’t want to bother him when I know you all have so much to do, protecting Tsunotarou.” They admitted.

“IT IS NOTHING! LILIA-SAMA COUNTS YOU AS A TRUSTED COMPANION AND HAS SAID MANY TIMES YOU ARE WELCOME AT DIASOMNIA WHENEVER YOU WISH!” He assured them instantly. “YOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE OUR SUPPORT!”

The soft look of wonder and fondness on the Prefect’s face had Sebek looking away again.

“I know, Sebek. I’m really honored to have such skilled and amazing knights think so highly of me.” They said gently, breaking the other’s desperate attempt to not flush under the praise.

They couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute and flustered the tall warrior could get at the smallest things despite his initial prickly attitude.

“Why don’t we go pick up Ace and Grim from detention and call the others? I’ll make dinner for everyone tonight to try and get our minds off of all this.” They offered.

Sebek’s shoulders shifted somewhat at the change of topic, and he nodded sharply again. A moment later he reached out to tug them out of the way of a Savanaclaw student that had almost stumbled into them.

He sent the boar therianthrope a sharp glare and moved them on his other side purposefully so that he could remain between them and rest of the students milling around.

“OF COURSE, PREFECT! I WILL KEEP WATCH WHILE YOU NOTIFY THE OTHERS!” he said seriously, his posture still at the ready as he always was when they were in public.

The Prefect pulled out their phone and began texting in the group chat for the rest of the First Years, reaching up again to lightly snag the edge of Sebek’s blazer, knowing the half-fae preferred having his arms free when he was in ‘guard mode’.

“How does Salmon Carpaccio sound?” they asked fondly, sneaking a look up at the taller male and hiding a chuckle at how he perked up.

“A VERY GOOD CHOICE, PREFECT!” he exclaimed eagerly.

“I’ll make extra so that you can take some back for Lilia-sama and the others.”

“YOU ARE VERY GENEROUS! LILIA-SAMA WILL BE PLEASED!”

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The third and fourth ‘incidents’ happened so quickly after each other that it left the school reeling.

Ace had chosen to challenge the Heartslabyul Housewarden again.

The Prefect had only heard about the battle after the fact and had been frantic, worried that Rosehearts-senpai wouldn’t go easy on Ace for challenging him again, only to find out that their red haired friend had won.

Deuce’s explanations weren’t very clear, but apparently Ace had made a deal with Azul to borrow Floyd’s Bind the Heart for the duel, which insured that Riddle’s own Off With Your Head couldn’t land and seal Ace’s magic.

Apparently the surprise of the move had been enough for Ace to have an advantage against the older student and had sent Riddle flying into the hedge maze much to the shock of the other dorm members.

“Not that I don’t think you are good enough to defeat Rosehearts-senpai,” The Prefect said with a furrowed brow as they cleaned and bandaged a cut on their friend’s cheek. “But won’t he just challenge you again? You can’t keep making deals with Ashengrotto-senpai. What did you bargain for with him, anyway?” they fretted.

Ace just flashed a playful grin, leaning into their touch and giving one of his customary, flirty winks.

“Aa-ah, can’t tell ya that.” He teased, “NDA and all.”

He laughed at the pout that instantly pulled on their lips.

“Don’t worry, creampuff, it’s nothing I’ll be missing.” He smirked. “And besides, apparently the tyrant’s mom’s been on his ass so he’s going to focus more on studies instead of trying to be a Housewarden again. It’s all good.” He waved off the whole situation like it wasn’t completely unbelievable.

“What!?” they gaped, looking to Deuce for confirmation and boggling when the blue haired boy shrugged and nodded.

“Heard him arguing with Trey-senpai about it.” He admitted. “Something about her finding out that he’s not as focused on grades as he used to be, or who he’s making friends with or something.”

The Prefect’s concerned look returned instantly.

“Is he going to be okay? What if-“

“Hey, don’t worry about it. The guy’s old enough to take care of his own shit. You’ve already kicked his ass before, so he knows what he’s about. He’s only got a couple more years of school anyway and then she can’t force him to do fucking anything.” Ace argued, poking their forehead.

“I guess…” they muttered, lightly rubbing the spot and sticking out their tongue when the red head just smirked again.

“Still, maybe I should-“ but before the Prefect could try to convince the two to let them at least bring the second year a bag of sweets to help lift his spirits when the front door to Ramshackle was thrown open.

The slam of the wood bouncing against the wall had the three jumping slightly and they looked up to see Jack and Sebek rushing in – Grim hanging off the wolf’s shoulder – and Epel followed close behind.

“Guys! You’ll never believe this!” Epel gasped, throwing himself in between Ace and the Prefect on the couch and shifting to hold the phone so they could all see as they gathered around.

The Prefect watched him click on the video that was already pulled up on the screen, moving a little to see better over his shoulder while Deuce pressed against their back and the two tallest leaned over the back of the sofa behind them.

The video blinked and then began playing, showing an odd angle that was clearly taken on a phone from behind a corner.

It was Vil.

A very drunk Vil who was ranting and raving in a barely comprehensible stream of rage that made him look near Overblotting again.

His hair was falling around his face and he was making wild hand gestures that were no where close to the elegance he was known for as a clearly uncomfortable Epel stood close by and tried to soothe and pacify him.

The Prefect winced, realizing the celebrity was going to have a hard time trying to smooth over getting inebriated on camera.

But then it got worse.

Vil wasn’t just complaining about Rook being hurt – which was understandable even to most internet gremlins – but he then he started in on throwing accusations about Azul being behind it and that turned into him complaining about other NCR students – namely the ‘deviant bastard of a second-prince, Leona’ – who he rambled about being no better than an animal in heat.

Then he turned on Neige LeBlanche.

“Holy shit.” Ace whistled lowly as the Prefect could only cover their mouth aghast.

Epel nodded rapidly, looking more than frazzled and harried.

“It just dropped, everyone’s going crazy.” He admitted. “Vil-senpai’s been really stressed since Rook got hurt and I just figured he needed a chance to vent or that maybe he had gone a little overboard with his potions, or something.”

“This…how are his agents and PR team going to be able to fix this?” the Prefect gaped, wincing as they could already see the rapid list of comments nearly flying up the screen with endless broken heart emojis.

“I don’t know if it’s something that can be fixed.” Jack admitted lowly. “Ignoring how highly thought of LeBlanche-san is, Vil just insulted a royal heir to Sunset Savana.”

Sebek gave a serious nod, eyes calculating as he continued to listen and watch the video.

“King Farena is amenable from what Waka-sama has said, but he is fiercely protective of his family. He will not take kindly to such words being thrown so publicly, especially by someone of Schoenheit-senpai’s fame.” He admitted, his voice lower and tense in a way that they seldom heard it.

There was a long moment of silence between them with nothing but the looping video audio filling the air.

“Welp!” Grim said suddenly, dropping down on the couch and into the Prefect’s lap. “It’s not our problem!”

“Grim!” They protested. “Vil-senpai is…well, he’s not nice, perse, but-“

“No ‘buts’ henchman!” Grim said defiantly, throwing his paw into their face. “The puppy is right! You can’t fix everything! This is something the guy got himself into and he’s got to get himself out of! What are you supposed to do against rabid fans anyway?”

The Prefect chewed on their lip worried, gaze flickering back to the screen and expression dropping at the storm that was clearly building into a hurricane against the actor before their eyes.

Deuce slipped his arms around their waist and nodded against their shoulder.

“Grim’s right, this time.” He said softly. “There’s nothing any of us can do to stop it now.”

The Prefect snuggled Grim under their chin as they were bracketed by all sides by the comfort of their friends.

“I thought…I thought me being here was supposed to help.” They admitted in a small voice. “I thought that was the reason I was brought…that I had a purpose…but how am I supposed to help them like Crowley wants when things like this keep happening?”

A tension shivered through the air and something in Ace’s chest snapped as he suddenly jerked from the couch and moved to lean over their Prefect, reaching out to cup their face in his hands, expression sharp and angry.

But not at them.

Never at them.

“None of this is your fault or responsibility.” He nearly snarled. “That crow bastard can go fuck himself if he tries to push this on you. If he tries to kick you out of Ramshackle you’ll stay in Heartslabyul. If he tries to kick you out of school, you’ll stay with one of our families. Mine and Deuce’s moms have been bugging us to bring you home for break anyway.”

“Yeah! And Grandpa says he wants to teach you how to bake his apple pies.” Epel added instantly.

“You would be more than welcome at my home.” Jack said firmly, large warm hand settling on their head.

“WAKA-SAMA AND LILIA-SAMA HAVE ALREADY MADE STEPS TO REGISTER YOU AND GRIM AS BRIAR VALLEY CITIZENS!” Sebek boomed, horrified at the idea of the small, stranded human being worried for their place in the world.

The Prefect’s breath was stolen as they looked up into Ace’s scarlet gaze and heard the words of assurance around them.

“You don’t have to worry, idiot.” The red head said, leaning in to press his forehead against theirs as Deuce’s breath was in their ear and Epel’s nose pressed into their neck.

Jack and Sebek were a warm, steady presence behind them and Grim’s claws tangled in their shirt.

It made their thoughts dizzy and their heart skip a beat in their chest.

“We’re going to take care of you.”

Oh.

They loved them.

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Hi guys! Sorry I'm posting kind of sporadically, my new job makes it hard to post during the week.

Anyway, hope you like the second part of this. I'm not super pleased with it but I have rewritten parts so many times I figured it would be better just to get it out and move on.

Tell me what you think. <3

[dolliehina]

Hellooo, this is my req yayy.

Could I request a scenario with a poly relationship with Vil and Rook? Could the scenario be like how a day would be with them as your partners? Can reader be fem or gender neutral? If not you can choose the scenerio you wanna write!

Thank you so much Hun! ♡

I gotchu, I mean- I don't really like Rook that much, but he's hot, so IG it's okay.

♡ Reader is GN! Vil basically using you as doll, Rook being Rook. Jealousy is mentioned!! ♡

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♡- Day in the life of a Poly Fem!Pomefiore Relationship (Epel is your adopted child)

♡- From when you wake up in the morning to when you go to sleep, one of them is always with you, and if you're lucky, sometimes both. Fem!Vil made a schedule for you like she did for Fem!Rook, you have proper skincare products, shampoo, makeup, clothing- Vil will scold and lecture you the whole way through as she pampers you in products and gifts. If you didn't take care of yourself before, trust me YOU WILL NOW.

♡- Here's the thing, though. Absolutely nobody knows you are dating Vil. Everybody in Fem NRC believes you are just dating Fem Rook. Fem Vil asked if you guys could keep your relationship a secret, not because she's ashamed of you two, but she's super famous, and she doesn't want her fans coming after you two. She loves you and cares for both of your safeties :(

♡- Fem Rook? Lol, she's not ashamed. She will openly love you more than she loves anybody else. Prepare for so many praises, no matter how embarrassing she will sing your praises everywhere and anywhere. She tries to have Fem Vil show a little more affection in public because she wants to flaunt her beautiful girlfriend as much as she flaunts her other beautiful lover (that's you hun ♡)

♡- What's that? Are you receiving love letters in your locker more? And they're all in.. French..? Yeah, they're from Rook, and sometimes they are from Vil. If you don't speak French, you have no choice but to go and ask Fem Rook for a translation. She uses it as an excuse to sing your praises and her love. The ones from Vil? They are just BEAUTIFUL, a whole national anthem of her love. Her letters are very aesthetic too, often smell like her perfume, sometimes she adds a rose petal or two. Fem Rook writes more poems than letters. Hers are often very.. uh, dramatic. Sometimes, she'll add her perfume scent on there so she can track you better.

♡- Vil is a very busy queen. We stan a hard working girlboss. Usually, when her schedule is free and she has time, she will always spend it with both of you. She has gifts from her photo shoots, or sometimes she brings you back some clothes that remind her of you. Fem! Rook is a very understanding and often gives you the affection vil cannot when she is busy, but trust me, she loves you.. ♡.

♡- Self care Sunday, it's a part of their lives now. The whole Sunday, which is Vils free day, she spends the whole day pampering you both and dressing you both up like dolls. She doesn't care what gender you are. You're pretty to her. Therefore, you are DRESSING UP. You're not allowed to be insecure around these two. Call yourself ugly, I dare you, Fem!Vil and Fem! Rook will go off on your ass. Self care is how Fem Vil shows her affection since she can't show you in public or rarely sees you outside of NRC.

♡- Despite them both being very good at reassurance, Fem! Vil I'd quite insecure herself and compares herself to Neige more than one might think, especially when she sees Fem! Rook fawning over her so much. She wants you two to feel beautiful, but who is making sure she feels beautiful?

♡- Sometimes Fem! Rook can be too affectionate with other people, which sometimes strays her attention away from you and Fem Vil. Even if you tell her, she will not stop. But if you're really hurt by it, she will buy you flowers or write you a poem as an apology.

♡- Overall? 7.5/10 relationship if you don't mind one of your girlfriends praising everyone constantly and the other girlfriend constantly obsessing over your self care. But they really do love you, and if you can handle that? 100/10 relationship.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Hi, I'm Brazilian and I apologize for any mistakes. I just want to think a bit more about a shipp that I haven't seen much of and that is simply living in my mind without paying rent. First poly years, Ace × Deuce × Epel × Jack (× Sebek? I've always seen some discussion about whether he's part of poly or not, so I'll leave it up to you). We need to talk more about them.

I AGREE!

I KNOW YOU MAY OF NOT BEEN ASKING FOR HEADCANONS BUT HERE!!

Ace was honestly the first to fell first and was not ready for the feels

He tried to shoot himself out of this feelings but alas, he just feel deeper with every day of the week

He gets so red his freckles (I headcanon he has so many freckles) just disappear away from view

When they started dating he was the most anxious about date plans cause he wants to impress all of them but not mess up with so much of him trying to stay cool

Sometimes he would be so cocky and vague he would end up blurting out if he wants a date or a kiss

Deuce was more so the one who noticed he wanted to date all five of them

Was he still a blushing mess after realizing he has crushes on all of his best friends? Oh for sure

I'm talking it was difficult for him to walk back his dorm with Ace without the urge to hold his hand, actually looked away from Jack during club cause he's so attractive, laughed way too hard at a joke Epel said during classes, was so spaced when hanging out with Sebek he was almost left behind, was far too eager to lead Ortho back to his dorm, etc.

He daydreamed a lot

While Ace was nervous of not screwing up, he's more nervous of what to do

Dude he had to hide his tail or else everyone had to watch him make small tornados from how much his tail wags

He does not know who he fell first out of the others

While everyone's freaking out on dates and feels he was the one who made the actual moves of asking people out

...Okay he wasn't actually asking them out but instead asking them to hangout

He loves cuddling them before and after dating

Epel was one of those lovesick fools who was doodling on their homework and sighing dreamingly while looking out the window

He thinks no one can tell, but Vil and Rook were more than aware

He makes pies for all of them, apple and pear, as a "random act or kindness" or "I made leftovers, so here"

Took him the longest to accept he's in love cause he thought it made him less manly and be seen as needing saving by some strong looking men

As soon as he realized he is in love he immidentally went to Silver, Lilia, and of course Malleus begging for advice

Lilia's like "I owe Idia some money-"

He was the most like "I must shout it to the world" but gets all kinds of red in the face when seeing any of their faces

The most romantic

Out of all of them, he's the one who had the longest loading of what he's feeling and what he should do with it

All he knew looking at them and talking to them makes his fire flicker and roar even when he's away from them

Unlike all of them he was the one who was fast to asking out, holding hands, and even kisses

Ignihyde got real used to Ortho zipping around the halls with glee and high pitched noises

Big spoon(s): Jack, Sebek, Epel Small spoon(s): Deuce, Ortho, Ace Not 100% set in stone as it depends on who sleeps first/last

Main cooks are Sebek, Epel, and Deuce

These songs fit them so I made a playlist

Yall I actually shipped this in my beginning until I got deeper into the story and lore and certain ships accidentally clouded it, the closet of this OT4/OT5/OT6 again are poly ships like the Kalim Harem or even just random smaller polys

So if you wanna ask more boo, go right ahead!

[blooming-lily-petals]

SEBEK SIMPS WHERE YOU AT?!

(My fiancé is a Sebek simp)

[siren-serenity]

Hi! I was hoping you could write something with my yuusona Minthe (she/they pronouns used interchangeably) for the battle of the restaurants event ^^ (here's their info!)

May I request, Minthe as a barista. She's trying to make Vil's order (which is a bit complicated) but Rook keeps distracting them with cute nicknames which only get weirder the more they don't react to it, and so they make a mistake?

Minthe, Rook and Vil are in a polycule.

Thank you, and I hope you have a great day ahead ^^

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ OMFG??? THATS LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE FOR ME!!! bro minthe should be in heaven - i mean?? rook dedicating all his love for you? being vil's lover and being in the utmost care? that is honestly a dream!!! (Okay, as I wrote this, I made a HUGE mistake by deviating from the plot line…let me know if you want me to rewrite it!!! So sorry T-T)

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Their presence in the cafe blinded the students. Who wouldn't be? It was the queen and his huntsman, Vil Schoenheit and Rook Hunt after all. Vil's appearance is as beautiful as ever; he truly deserves the title of 'the fairest of them all'. Similarly, Rook's wide grin made him glow with beauty.

"Ma cherie!" Rook crooned as he skipped his way to the barista counter. Minthe gave him a small grin and nodded. "Hey, Rook!"

"Forgetting somebody," Vil drawled playfully before reaching for her hand. He brought it to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss to her knuckles. "Morning, little dagger."

Minthe clicked the computer screen and sent him a loving smile. "Good morning, my fairest. What would you two like to order?"

Vil hummed under his breath. "Something healthy to start the day, I suppose. I haven't gone on my jog yet."

The huntsman nodded. "I'll have anything Vil takes! We're going on a jog later. Truly, Vil is the most dedicated to pursuing the path of beauty!"

Minthe laughed in agreement.

"That's why we love him," she teased. "Alright! Can I serve you two a fruit smoothie and chicken pot pie to start your day? Perfectly healthy and made with organic ingredients. No preservatives added."

The blonds nodded in agreement before having a small polite "squabble" over who would pay. Minthe could hear the quiet whispers as she went to make their smoothies. Vil would occasionally go "I'm your housewarden!" to which Rook would reply with "As your beloved huntsman, I should pay! It is but a small cost."

As she sliced the bananas, she could hear her senior, Melody Striker, approaching.

"Got the two fighting over you again?" The black-purple-haired girl snickered, gesturing to the two who were still arguing. "Ah, young love."

The strawberry juice covered her fingers and made them feel sticky, but Minthe carried on. "No, they're just arguing over who pays for both their meals."

She playfully sighed, switching in the blender with a flick of a finger.

“Honestly,” she yelled over the chaotic noise. “They should just take turns or pay for their own! I don’t see the need—“

“I think they just like showing off to you,” Melody smirked. “It’s probably a Pomefiore thing; I saw Ace and Epel doing the same a few days back. Peacocks, all of them.”

Minthe snorted as she poured the smoothie into the two cups. “I can see that.”

As the black-purple-haired senior walked away to the counter, she prepared the last of the identical dishes before walking towards her lovers. Her heart fluttered as she met eye contact with both of them and almost on instinct, a smile blossomed on her face.

“Your dishes, monsieurs,” she teased, setting down the plates. Vil looked upon the meal with a glint in his eyes and Minthe awaited with bated breath for his approval.

Vil hummed before gracefully taking a fork and taking a bite out of the warm chicken pot pie. Even as she stood, she could smell the tantalising scent of the meat, cooked to perfection and smelling utterly delectable.

“You’re not good at hiding your desire, little dagger,” Vil’s playful drawl snapped her out of her stupor. She felt him cradling her chin with one hand, lifting up the spoon with a piece of the pie on it to her mouth. “Have some, dear.”

Minthe felt Rook take her unoccupied hand in his, brushing a calloused thumb over her knuckles.

“Eat, mon amor,” Rook hummed, “I can sense your hunger and your yearning to have a bite of the pie!”

As if agreeing, Minthe’s stomach let out an embarrassingly loud growl. With a sigh and a smile, she relented. She took a bite, her smile growing larger with the taste of the pie dancing on her tongue. With her eyes closed, she didn’t notice Vil and Rook exchanging a fond, loving smile between them.

[frequent-demisexual-distress]

Leech twins x Small Shark!reader drabble

Disclaimer: I have literally no experience really writing fanfic and am a shameless fan of being adored by two maniacs at once, and have a sickening case of twst brainrot, and also this was written in one sitting with no proof-reading, so give me a break

I just love the idea of there being a merfolk person who is a small breed of shark who just looks adorable but then can totes murder if necessary

Also maybe minor TW? Uncomfortable situation with a pushy jerk, but very brief and he gets his comeuppance so idk

He zips past you, laughing maniacally and frightening a group of underclassmen - “I’m in the mood to play,” he cackles, “I need someone to squeeze!”; you could just picture them as a school of anchovy, and he, of course, a hungry eel. They of course scatter, and for once, this was enough to satiate him. Usually Floyd’s appetite for entertainment would push him to grab one of the little fish up by their collar and give them a show of his pointed smile - his capability to swallow them up, if he had a mind to; however, the two people he cared for most were following not far behind, and his cute little partner would be somewhat dejected if he did this in their presence (even though his brother would only chuckle and observe). 

Jade, amused as usual by the suffering of the populace - but having the good manners not to laugh out loud - simply widened his almost ever-present smile slightly, eyes narrowing slightly as he walked close beside you. His gaze darted subtly after the fleeing freshmen - you could almost forget that the twins were predators, being so close to them an having inexplicably earned their favor, but in moments like these, it was a stern reminder of their nature. Of your nature. 

You purse your lips in a pout and raise an accusatory finger to wave at Floyd, not a hint of weight behind your expression when he circled back and looked down at you (both twins being quite a bit taller than you in their human forms). “Fish are friends, Floyd - not food!” You chastise, expression slightly shifting to one of exasperated pleading. “You promised me you’d try not to scare off all the new students before I could welcome them - it was Azul’s one job for me!”

“Aw, don’t be mad, Y/N~!” Floyd laughed, moving to your side and sliding an arm around your middle - he always had to hold onto you, someway or another. When he held you like this, it was both comforting and lighthearted; he knew your weakness for their affection. Grinning and nuzzling his head against yours, he adds on, “You can still welcome them, when they get done changing their pants~” Ah, that laugh again - endearing as it was, it lost him sympathy.

“I’m serious, Floyd - I don’t want them to be afraid of you; I want them to enjoy your company as much as I do! We’re their seniors, after all,” You say, crossing your arms over your chest and doing your best (only half-succeeding) to give a convincing pout.

Jade took one of your hands, pulling it close to his chest, and stroked your knuckles soothingly, speaking up with his signature, almost saccharine, tone, “Now, now, dear - you recall that all of the new initiates to Octavinelle have been directed to be waiting in the lounge for first-year orientation. These stragglers are merely in need of herding, and who better than us to provide? If we can’t do that, then what is our purpose?”

You hum, then nod, sighing softly and pulling his hand to your mouth for a chaste kiss (taking him by slight surprise, to your satisfaction).  As much as you knew he was simply excusing his brother’s actions, and his association by complicit observation, you also saw the logic - and you could never stay mad at your boys. They both knew your soft spots (it’s them - they’re the soft spots) and you honestly didn’t mind it so much, as long as they didn’t actually hurt anyone. Besides, you didn’t have much room to talk, based on how the three of you came to be in this strange but dearly treasured relationship.

You recall your first days in Octavinelle - at NRC in general, really. You, while lovely, were also still finding yourself. You didn’t see the beauty in yourself that your boys did, and this was even worse before they came to be a part of your life. 

You were a young merfolk, plucked straight from your home and dropped into a an entirely different world. Now, you expected things to be exactly the same as back home. You thought you’d be given your space, respected for your capability, and ultimately left alone. However, your human form was, evidently, very desirable to the students of NRC; you were approached far too frequently for your liking, and no matter how you denied and how you tried to politely decline, one admirer in particular wouldn’t take the hint. 

He had cornered you in the hallway after a class you shared as the rest of the class filtered out. He blathered on for the thousandth time this week about how you would be foolish not to take him up on his offer, how he’d be the best partner (eventual husband) you’d be able to find. This was enough to justify hurting him, frankly, but you composed yourself to the best of your ability.  Hands clenched, nails digging dangerously into your own skin, lips pulled tight to avoid scowling outright, you spoke quietly and matter-of-factly, telling him that you were not interested. That’s when he put a hand on your shoulder and    steeped in closer - and that’s when you momentarily saw red. According to Floyd, whom (alongside Jade and Azul, of course) was passing through, just about to interfere himself, you were magnificent - baring your teeth, sharper than even theirs and with a smaller row behind them; eyes narrowing to a near slit; and effortless strength on display, despite your smaller frame, when you brought the fool to his knees by your sheer grip on his wrist.

Jade says they restrained you gently until you regained yourself, which didn’t take long once the fool was actually gone, although for you the memory is fuzzy, and then together reported the student to the headmaster’s office. That was the day Azul recruited you to Octavinelle (despite your original placement in Savanaclaw), your unofficial position being right alongside Jade and Floyd as an enforcer - able to persuade in a somewhat more genuine manner than Jade, and able to intimidate in a slightly more off-putting way than Floyd, making you invaluable to their work.

You agreed to join in because, firstly and more superficially, you appreciated their keeping you from doing something you’d regret; but secondly, and more authentically, you appreciated being given the power to utilize your unique position in the ecosystem, without having to fall into a stereotype or pretend to be someone you aren’t. And, of course, having beautiful twin eels (who appreciated even your more feral side) as your coworkers (and eventual partners) didn’t hurt as a sign-on bonus.

As you worked with them, you came to care for both deeply, and even Azul, though you saw him more as a baby-man who needed to be protected at all costs, despite his ‘cool’, ‘business-man’ front. The twins, though, they had your eye in a more prospective way - call it your instincts, but between them both being fellow predators, both being hilarious and charming in their own distinct ways, and being aware of what you could do if provoked and accepting you anyway.  You always loved that, regardless of how you’d met, the boys had always treated you with respect, but also a sort of teasing condescendency. Back home, you were either avoided, sucked up to, or ridiculed maliciously by bigger predators. The twins, though, were arguably right on your level, if not somewhat lower on the food chain; this made things level from the get-go, and their teasing made you feel like one of them - no longer did you have to feel ostracized in one way or another. They gave you a sense of home, with their very presence, that you’d never felt anywhere or with anyone else before. 

For Jade, seeing someone who, during their first week, had been so composed, if awkward, handle themselves the way you did was what caught his interest. He thought you amusing, if nothing else - but that amusement soon melted into full-on adoration. You were kind to him without being put-off by his attempts to intimidate you; you made him laugh, and you never bad-mouthed his brother. As if that wasn’t enough, when he looked in your eyes, he felt he could stay forever - your beauty, you proved, was far more than skin-deep. For him, that was enough to be hooked. As much as he hated allowing others to hold the cards for him, he slowly began to allow you to matter to him. And you respected that, and you treated him with the consideration and care that he deserved, and he could no longer lie to himself about just how deeply you’d come to place yourself in his heart. For Floyd, you were of course attractive in appearance, and so that initially caught his interest; he wondered if you were really boring, though, as you made such little trouble in your first week; however, upon seeing you in full attack mode, seeing what you reduced that insignificant man-child to in mere moments - that was when he knew you were going to be fun! And, on getting to spend more time with you, despite your reluctance to intimidate others on purpose (afraid of losing control entirely), he came to find that your ability to still be soft and kind to him - never flinching when he’d squeeze you, never running from his snarls, never giving up on him when he’d fall into one of his depressive episodes - while having that power underneath the surface; that made you someone he couldn’t be without.

Now, the twins aren’t blind to the needs of the other, and of course they’d immediately recognize that they shared these feelings for you - luckily, they were used to sharing. And, frankly, you doubted that, even had you only been with one of them, they would be able to watch their sibling hurt in that way - just as you wouldn’t. So, when the two approached you with a proposition, you accepted. You would be both of their partner, and you would spend time with them equally, and you would be loved by two wonderful men.

Fast forward to the present, as you’re holding Jade’s hand and being clung to by Floyd, standing before the newest iteration of the Mostro staff, and you flash a wide, sharp smile - even though the little fish were visibly shaken, you (and your boys) were more than content.

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreak house, mfs.

[Twst x Obeyme!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 1.1: The start of the Blood Rose Tyrant.

Thank you, my amazing readers, for all the likes, comments, and reblogs🥹 It makes so happy, like– almost nothing can top the joy of seeing y'all liked my work :)

Btw, If you have any questions about my tagging and/or literally anything you wanna ask me bout the fic, just reach out to me and I'll try my best to answer you.😊

CW: Cursing, Idk what else... There's also the pronoun schtick I've been yapping about since pr. 1. (i.e MC will get mistaken for a pretty guy a lot -Mc is AFAB referred to as they/them- because the NRC cast have come to expect only boys to be in the school. Excluding the paintings ofc.)

(My pic)

Fun fact: While all of your ornaments act as containers to very *nom*-able amounts of magic, such a thing can be dangerous as it may give away your location if you need to hide or run away from someone.

Therefore, all of them were cast with a special spell developed by Solomon that makes it so that people can't sense that magic unless they're really close to you physically.

(Not to mention, only exceptional mages can actually have the hope of picking up on that magic as your all jewelry were also cast with a heavy magical concealment blessing from both Micheal and Luke.)

• • •

'What the hell is this?'

You think as you fiddled with the fancy pouch in your hands.

You had opened the gift box to find the pouch containing some basic skincare products and just went; ( •_•)..?

Like– What the hell? Who does that?? Are they saying that you're ugly and needed to start taking care of your face?! Well excuse you, I'll have you know –whomever you are– that this face was approved by Asmodeus himself you rude lil' shi—

*Ehem*

So like any sane person is supposed to do in that situation, you checked if the products were cursed or charmed and then pocketed it to maybe sell it in the future for some cash. (Lovely gift but you were taught never to use/ingest things given to you by strangers.)

Leaving the infirmary, you venture into the botanical garden, hoping you'd find some edible plants that you and Yuu can nibble on until you can procure other food options and some all important moneh. (Ugh, if only that damn crow didn't escape and hide away from you, you would've extorted his cowardly-ass and bought some food instead of needing to resort to this bs.)

'Trying to find a stone in a long abandoned mine is simply a fools errand.'

You thought as you absent-mindedly skipped past a certain tall, dark, and handsome man with horns, unknowing of the look of pure curiosity pointed at your back as you continued your musings.

'But oh well, they wanted to try so they might as well be those fools.'

You're not gonna stop them if they wanna try to fix things even though you've mostly stabilized the situation. (Not that they know.)

Damn, you also need to go to the library later so that you can learn what changes you'd need to do in order to adapt and know the problems you'd likely experience in this world.

Knowing yourself and your history for being a magnet of chaos, It'd probably involve almost dying more times than you have fingers and unearthing some deeply-buried soul-crushing trauma in which the only thing you'll get in return are the friends you've made along the way.

Aside from that though, you'd need to gain yourself a foothold in this society.

Preferably, there would be a lot of rich and influential people in this school to suck up to, but if those aren't enough then maybe you can venture into industries where you can kiss-ass in peace.

As much as you'd love to be optimistic, Crowley is the almost literal embodiment of a dead-beat dad barely pays child-support and your own search for a way home may take years before coming to fruition.

Tsk. You can feel your stress levels transcending the mortal plane of existence again as you can already envision the figurative mountain-range you'd need to climb just to achieve stability in this place.

$°\•m°n.. p/€∆$3.. H€\₱ m£...

Times like these just make you wanna curl up onto the floor in a fetal position and let the earth consume you whole.

Oh! And you also need to obtain a stronger blackmail material against Crowley to make sure he won't try anything remotely against you.

'Hmm... But maybe...'

You think as you took a quick and discreet glance to a security camera that had been "coincidentally" pointed at you.

Well, not really a coincidence.

If the mf behind these creepy-ass cameras —that have been watching you since your arrival here, mind you—, can lend you a hand then that would be the optimal outcome. There are a lot of security cameras after all...

Though there's also a large possibility that the fucker wanted you dead because of either boredom, simple bloodlust, money, vengeance (for some reason), your organs or all of the above.

You sighed as you entered the botanical garden, telling yourself to just worry about that later and focus on finding food.

If you get in trouble for taking plants here, you'll just throw Crowley under the bus. (figuratively and literally if he decides to be a bitch about it.)

• • • •

Yuu, Grim, Ace, and Deuce stumbled out of the mirror, finally away from the creepy forest and back into the college.

They all flinched and turned their heads back when they heard a dramatic 'Tsktsktsk–' from behind them.

"Well well well~ Look who finally decided to show up at–"

*checks imaginary wrist watch*

"46 minutes past midnight.. Huh.. If you all got any curfew for your dorms then you're both toast. Can't believe y'all spent more than five hours looking for a single rock..."

You said, referring to the two first years who flinched under your words and judgemental eyes.

"You all look like shit by the way."

Yuu awkwardly scratched their head.

"Thanks?"

*Sigh...*

"You're welcome, bbg."

"Just hurry up and give that rock to the fuckin crow already so that you all can spare the world from having to witness anymore of your gross, sweaty, homeless-lookin selves."

Deuce shrunk even further behind Yuu. (funny because Yuu was at least half-a-head shorter.)

Ace meanwhile, has too much ego to not say anything back.

"We wouldn't be looking like this if you at least helped!" He snarked.

"Why should I?"

You Dwayne-the-rock-Johnson raised your eyebrow at him.

"I don't owe any of you a smidgen of literally anything so why should I help?"

It wasn't a question, but a statement. Because why should you help? They should be grateful you even talked Crowley out of expelling them immediately. Not that they know but still...

But of course, audacity is gonna audacity. Because, Ace really had the nerve to look offended by your words, as if you weren't saying something as truthful as the sky being blue, the grass being green, and your ass being a literal masterpiece from god.

"Don't even try to pass off the blame, Weasley-wannabe. I know it, you know it, your mom knows it, your dad if you have one, your entire bloodline and your non-existent cow knows it, there's literally no point."

Ace literally almost snarled at you like a damn dog, pft– That's what he gets from pissing you off by existing earlier.

"Oh shut up!"

He then looked like he was about to start a rant of how unfair his life was and how he totally didn't deserve any of this and blahblahblahblahblah–

You swear on Diavolo and Luci's fruity man-boobs, you'll hang this bitch upside down like a bat if you had to hear another complaint about things being unfair for him.

What about you? or Yuu? Isn't life more cruel and unfair to you two? Taking you both away from loved ones and shoving you into a world where you two need to fight for a temporary sanctuary as you both try to go home with no real proof you'll actually be able to make it back?

Isn't life more unfair to you? Right when you almost finally achieved the start of your happy ending.. You were taken away from the people that you fought tooth and nail to be with.. And now, they're all too far away for you to reach... again.

Deuce elbowed Ace, thankfully making the jab to the ribs painful for the annoying ginger.

You dramatically sighed again, turning to Yuu and Deuce.

"Remember kids, don't copy Ace's attitude okay? Lest you want to end up single and with no bitches for the rest of your life."

Ace's right eye twitched erratically, shouting at you to shut up and to stop messing with him.

• • • • •

Talking with the crow is an annoying affair as expected. At least now, Yuu is finally an official learner of the school. Even if they're just half-a-student with the loud talking cat. (That kinda reminds you of Mammon, now that you think of it. Also very funny because the cat's name is grim of all things..)

Oh, and you're a prefect now. You're definitely going to make that everyone's problem. Hehehehehe~

"So the abandoned dorm we were supposed to live in is fixed now? How? Hasn't it only been like– a day?"

You ominously beamed at the question, releasing a sinister little giggle that caused Ace, Deuce, and the now wide-awake Grim to subconsciously shiver while Yuu refrained from asking further questions and just wisely snickered instead.

Unseen by everyone, you sent a quick devious little smile to a wall where a certain electrical device was mounted, biting down a snort when you saw the security camera suddenly snap into another direction, as if it was a person embarrassed that they got caught by someone they were staring at.

You then had to hold back a cackle as you remembered how easily this newly made stalker friend of yours snitched on the headmaster, like– you literally didn't even do anything, the flustered boy just gave you the blackmail material that you needed. Well, maybe you did corner him a little bit by using his own electronics against him but you're pretty sure he enjoyed it for some reason if the way he literally blurted out 'mommy-' at you was anything to go by—

Haha, the benefits of having a hacker as a fren :3

• • • •

Kicking away the two idiots and telling them to go back to their dorms already, you dragged Yuu inside the now newly fixed dorm.

The two of you needed to talk about a few things and arrangements..

• • • •

Quickly opening the door in hopes that the fucker that was banging on it gets mash-dabbed face-first, you saw nothing but disappointment as the bastard — Ace — had actually moved away from the door in an impressive display of intuition and spidey-sense before you had even wretched the door open.

"What the fuck do you want, you ugly punyeta?"

It hasn't even been a few hours since this mf parted ways with you and Yuu, so what could be the problem now?

. .. . . . . ..

"No, you're sleeping on the couch."

"What?! But why?!! There are perfectly good rooms here!"

"All the other rooms besides the one we're using are still unfurnished. The beds in them are yet to be assembled and the floors are dusty because of the quick renovations." Yuu stated, rubbing the bridge of their nose.

"Ughhhhh! Just let me squeeze in, I promise I won't take up too much space!"

"Nice try but no."

"Tch, You're all so stingy and inhospitable.."

"Yuu, Do you hear that?" You said, theatrically cupping your ear with a hand.

"Yes, It seems that a forever virgin is talking." Yuu answered with a smirk.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, you oompa-loompa lookin ass— we unfortunately can't understand the language of people who can't pull."

"You guys are the worst."

"Thanks bbg." you and Yuu paused.

"Pft–"

"Oh dear~ It seems you're starting to take after me."

"Indeed it seems." Yuu replied, even subconsciously copying the fancy accent you used.

"Oh no, you're multiplying. :0"

"Haha, we're still dragging you to apologize to your Housewarden later."

"Aww shucks.."

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[angrylilcyclops-art]

So, I've stated before on my posts about my MC Mailo that I have a whole story about his future and stuff in Twisted Wonderland, and here's a lil snippet.

A couple years after everyone graduates Mailo ends up in a happy, healthy poly relationship with Leona and Floyd (floyd and leona aren't together and honestly aren't fond of eachother but they both love Mailo so they're willing to put up with eachother.)

There's a lot more but I'm not going to dive into that right now because it's so long lol.

[twistedgardens]

BIG NEWS!

I have a fic on AO3 which is too long to post on here, but you’re free to read it when you get the chance. It’s Call The Midwife, and it’s a royalty AU featuring Rook and Vil and an OC designed specifically for this fic. Here is the summary, but you’ll have to click on it:

There’s already a few chapters posted, but I’ll be adding two more very shortly once I finish editing it. See you there!

Call The Midwife

[mochinomnoms]

Ooo Mochi! I have a fun question. In terms of different TWST species, who do you think would be more or less likely to be polyamorous? Either in terms of sharing their partner, or wanting multiple partners.

Fun question! Okay, so very quickly, this is what I'd categorize them:

Strictly monogamous

Jack — wolves stick to one partner throughout their lives, and Jack is no exception. Once he has a partner, he's sticking with them for life.

Malleus — I imagine that dragons also mate for life, especially based on some JP spoilers. And while fae in general are not monogamous, draconic fae are. Besides, he'd only want a partner that sees beyond the image of the Briar Valley Heir, and there's only been one to do so, so far…

Prefers monogamy, open to polyamory

Sebek — I think this comes off as a surprise, but I think since Sebek was raised by regular fae, specifically ones akin to crocodiles, he'd be fine with polyamory under the right circumstances. He'd prefer to keep them to himself, though.

Ruggie — Similar to lions, hyenas are not typically monogamous. Ruggie is more inclined to stick with one partner though, as logically speaking having more than one mate tends to get expected. Unless you both get a rich partner that's willing to spend on you, then he's really listening~ *cough* Leona *cough*

Can do either or/no preference

Leona — Lions usually have multiple partners, usually one male with several female partners. The royal family tends to follow this rule, though Leona personally wouldn't want to bother with it himself, he's content with the one. If they'd wanted to try it, he's fine as long as he's always first, the others can come second for once. Unless it's with someone he knows he can depend on to view him as an equal, or is particularly motivated to pursue him and his partner. Then his interest is peaked.

Azul — He's going to be fairly attached to his partner, but a majority of merfolk under the sea are polyamorous, it's quite normal for him to consider having more than one mate. However, due to his insecurity, he would only share his mate with certain people under contract, which brings me to my next point:

Leech Twins — Like Azul, polyamory is normal where they're from. They've even made jokes about sharing Azul when they were older, mock fighting over who would marry their cute little Octy (Azul couldn't tell if they were genuinely joking or not, though). Once they get there's the introduction of a potential four partner (you), then they're starting to take their own jokes a bit more seriously.

Is polyamorous

Lilia — He's old. Like, nursing home old. He's lived his days and experiences most of life's enjoys and sadness. As such, he's found that he personally enjoys being poly. His family has been far from a traditional one, and he cared so much for his past lovers that he raised their son as his own. I mean, really speaking, Malleus is his son! I can see him, now that he's older, and his children are becoming more independent, wanting to focus on romance for himself again. He has much of himself to give, so he is content with making sure all and any partners of his get all that love and affection.