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captainjacklyn · 2 years

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Yk about the azul with shark!s/o (I really love it).

May i request a headcanon and a small scenario if you can squeeze it in with young azul and young shark reader on how they met. and became friends and then lovers?

Like shark!reader met young azul when he got bullied, and the bullies saw shark!reader come over and before they came, the bullies already ran away. While azul was sobbing the reader poked his chubby cute check (let's say is their first time seeing a octopus alive,and was thinking of dinner), when azul eyes met readers..let's say he sobbed even harder because they were literally grinning (really really wide),showing their sharp teeth.

They meant to harm and tried to wipe azul's tears (still grinning),then the bells ring and reader had to go to class and they didnt see azul for the rest of the day again.

When they saw azul the next day, they went up to him by shouting inky (in a friendly way) and hung out with him the rest day (is up to you what they do now). Inky is what the reader calls him ,forever .

also you can make reader beat up his bullies <3

i would like to think that reader has a habit of poking azul and a small habit of light biting him as a joke hihihihi

Ahh, besides azul, reader isn't so friendly with others

I hope is understandable

OH MY GOD YES ! thank you so much for requesting it honestly when I saw you're request I fell in love immediately. LET'S DO IT !

Pairing(s) : azul ashengrotto x great white shark!reader

Author's note : this ended up being a scenario which I am planning on turning into a two part fic or even three. Do not worry I am working on it. And also this is an au where instead of the leech brothers, reader is his first friend. They come after but you were first in line.

The love story of a shark and an octopus :

You never had many friends, nor did you want any for that matter. Anyone who would try to approach you swam away in fear of getting eaten and luckily you knew how to use it as your advantage. No one dared to bother the 'great white' making you have peace and quiet whenever you wished for it.

One day, as you were swimming around by yourself per usual, you noticed a group of mermaids who were laughing and snickering. Curious to know what they were looking at, you quickly swam you way up to them.

However, the group quickly noticed you and one of them yelled out, "It's [name] ! SWIM AWAY !" All had gone into different directions hopelessly trying to find somewhere to hide from you.

Once you were close enough, it wasn't long for you to roll your eyes when you realized they had swam away from you just like everybody.

You turned around planning on leaving until a strange sound caught your attention. A small octopus was sobbing and spitting drops of ink everywhere, it had silver hair and it's skin seemed grayish while his tentacle were black and had purple suckers.

You looked at the small merfolk and nervously took glances around you not knowing how to comfort anyone. You pitied him looking so miserable and you felt obligated to do something about it so you put on your best smile as you swam towards him, you then realized how...edible squishy he looked.

By instinct you poked his cheek wondering if he would react in any way. You didn't know if he just didn't notice your presence or if he wasn't scared of you, although you doubt the answer was the second option.

You're thoughts were soon interrupted by the octopus merfolk who cried even harder when he noticed you, spitting out more ink. You had made others cry before but they were only babies and making someone feel better wasn't your best skills. You kept on smiling out of sheer awkwardness and then wiped his tears away with your hands trying to calm him down.

The school bell suddenly chimed forcing you to head out to your own classes not seeing the young octopus for the rest of your day.

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The next Morning, you spotted him swimming down the hallway. Determined to get to meet him you shouted out to get his attention with the first thought that came to mind, "INKYYYYYYYYY !!!" he spanned around himself to see who was yelling out this way only to see the shark mermaid/man/folk he encountered yesterday.

He looked around searching for someone else you possibly looking for until he pointed at himself, you nodded eagerly as a sign of affirmation happy to find out he got the message and swam towards him. "I-I'm inky ?" the silver haired boy questioned as he slightly backed away from you in which you responded with, "Yeah ! We met yesterday but not in the best way though- What's your name ?" you took a small interest with him as he was the first octopus merman you ever encountered.

He seemed to hesitate before answering but was able to murmur a few words out, "..M-my name is Azul Ashengrotto..", well this certainly felt weird how do you interact with someone again ? He isn't running away so should you just say who you are ? yeah just do that, "I'm [name] [last name] ! Do you wanna be friends with me ?"

Azul was shocked at your proposal, there was no denying the fact that it rendered him completely speechless. "W-why are so nice to me ?" his question left you puzzled as you looked down and back at him, he noticed that the small grin you had a minute ago faded as fast as it came, "am I not supposed to ?" Azul truly didn't expect to see someone so confused and disappointed just to be friends with him.

The reason why he was so suspicious of you're actions was because he thought you were trying to make fun of him and then bully him like everyone else. "N-no it's just I didn't think you wanted to be friends with me.."

"Is it because you're scared of me ?" You realized that just because you interacted with him once wouldn't mean he wasn't going to fear you. "N-not at all ! I mean you are a bit scary but....Don't you find me disgusting ?" you looked at him and giggled slightly. He was about to leave thinking it was just a way to mess with him after all but then your answer made him think otherwise : "You ? Disgusting ? What a joke ! The last thing I would consider you is delicious but alright !"

Great. now he looked threatened and horrified. "Well...I just thought that maybe we could- hang out ? I don't know how friendships work since I don't have any. Friends." your face slowly lost its enthusiasm remembering this particular fact about yourself. Azul then thought to himself, he looked at you fear visible in his eyes yet a small determination sparkled, "o-ok then...We can be friends i-if you want to."

He certainly didn't expect for you to jump at him in joy, "REALLY ?! Why am I so happy ?! Is this really why people want friends all the time ?! I can't stop smiling !" Although he was stunned from noticing your sharp canines the boy felt somehow amused by your happiness and complete innocent confusion.

Maybe this day wasn't so bad after all...

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nicoliharu · 2 years

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the-trinket-witch · 1 year

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A TWSTed Christmas Carol

(I don't know whether to put this as an entry to @bunnwich's Holiday Fan Event , only cause it's generally Holiday themed, not specifically Green One themed U_U CAN ALSO BE READ ON AO3 )

Azul Ashengrotto has always been a hard working mer. But will his drive for success cause him to lose his holiday spirit? Potentially more?

The Holidays were fast approaching, and such times sounded like easy money to be had at Azul's Monstro Lounge. Octavinelle typically hosted New Years, as most dorm denizens had to stay on campus over break due to 'inclement weather'. Of course for Nightraven College's Merchant of the Deep, any chance afforded to rake in more business was always welcome. Fliers had been plastered across campus of the Lounge's special holiday hours, which in itself drummed up a bit more business than usual.

One such day, the final day before break officially let loose for Yule, found him holed up once again in his office. The piano that had been enchanted to play continued its tunes as backdrop noise for his accounting. A familiar voice rang out over the trill of the music; one of Azul's partners had momentarily pulled his focus from the pages.

It's in the singing of a street corner choir

It's going home and getting warm by the fire

It's true, wherever you find love

It feels like Yuletide

A cup of kindness that we share with another

A sweet reunion with a friend or a brother

In all the places you find love

It feels like Yuletide

It was nice to have someone more actively musical in his life than he was currently; it left more room on his shoulders for things to advance him financially. Said responsibilities didn't leave room, though, for him to seemingly enjoy the season as the rest of those poor unfortunate souls. He hadn't noticed the song having ended until the rap of knuckles on his door alerted him of company.

It is the season of the heart

A special time of caring

The ways of love made clear

It is the season of the spirit

The message, if we hear it

Is make it last all year

"Azul? Do you have a moment?" Albert asked. Always polite, he waited for confirmation before entering. "Still have your nose to the grindstone, Love?"

"Indeed. Last year was a resounding success in pulling in business over the holidays. This year's looking similar. Tomorrow's going to be our busiest day next to New Years, and I don't plan on letting a single mark slip by."

He passed a few sheets over: projections, estimates and the hours needed to make it happen. Albert sat silent as he perused, but as his brow knit the further he read, the more nervous the Octopus became.

"Dear, I may have missed it but there's no days off from now through New Years. Is that right?"

"It is-but remember, again: it's a busy part of the year. There's no time to have downtime."

Hearing that dropped Al's expression from confusion to frustration. "You should at least have a day off. Most businesses are closed tomorrow for Yule, anyway. You won't be out much at all if you had even just a day to relax."

"Are you saying my business is non-essential?" A twitch of a smirk crossed Azul's lips, trying to steer the subject away.

"You know that's not what I mean," Al replied, a bit more indignant than Azul would have liked. "I'm saying you are more essential than all the madol in the world. You look utterly exhausted. I had wanted to have you three over for dinner tomorrow but if you're not taking it off, then neither can I." He offered back the stack of sheets, now heavier with disappointment.

"Well that's not fair." He was pouting now, another tactic with his partner to try getting his way. "I'll be just fine; and once I'm done with my shift tomorrow, the Twins and I can stop by-"

Albert drew in a breath, trying to reel in his shaking from a scarcely-seen anger. Azul never liked being the source of his human's frustration, and like any other time, it made him feel about as minute as krill. Worse yet was he could pinpoint exactly what he'd said that put him in hot water, once it had passed his lips. If Albert's unique magic hadn't been time manipulation, it might have been being able to sniff out a lie. 'I'll be just fine' was one such lie that he'd grown keen on sussing out. It didn't take the bags under his eyes nor the smell of coffee replacing tea in his cup to see that.

"No; if I'm coming in tomorrow with you, there won't be time even with an extra hour from me to make dinner. I have to go, though. I need to see what I can make for Yuu and Grim tonight so it's ready by tomorrow."

He disappeared in a blink before resuming time around himself to close the door behind him. Azul deflated back into his chair, his final tasks seeming more daunting without his previous gusto at his sails.

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Kitchen prepped, drinkware polished, decor placed; the Monstro Lounge was ready to go for Yule. Somehow it felt…hollow as Azul turned in for the night. He periodically checked his phone, but why? Was he expecting Albert to text him? Debating on whether he should send a text? What would he even say? Why was he even worrying about this? It’s not like this dinner plan had to be tomorrow. But then…something roiled in his gut; he hoped it was just the coffee giving him indigestion and not something like guilt. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day, so he found it best to curl into bed to at least try sleeping. The sound of waves far above were a familiar, comforting sound, soon carrying him off to sleep.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Part of him hoped that whoever had the gall to demand his attention this late at night had heard his groans. He stumbled towards the door, grumbling a, “Just a moment,” as they knocked again. A thinly veiled look of contempt flashed on Azul’s face before one of confusion took over; Yuu leant into the doorframe, arms crossed and a sharp frown being the only visible part of their face not hidden by ringlets.

“Ah, Yuu. What can I possibly do for you this very late evening?” He didn’t really care why, but it was always best to at least pretend cordiality to prospective clients.

“I think you know why I’m here.”

“Might it be a contract for your little Grim to at least pass with a C this semester?” At this point, being coy was more of a way to kick back against being awoken.

“If a contract’ll get you to close shop tomorrow so you three can come over, then I guess-”

“Not possible. As much as I’d like to debate what you even might have as comparable collateral, Tomorrow is too big of an opportunity to miss out on. I know he’s concerned about me, and I’m sure Jade and Floyd’s added nagging is because of him, but he’ll see once everything’s been counted out that the added profits will let us do more extravagant things later. I just need him to be patient.”

“You do know he likes smaller kinda affairs, right? Like, his birthday, remember?”

While yes, he did remember, he also had wanted to keep in mind the preferences of the Twins, who leaned more towards larger types of parties. Yuu shook their head, tossing back their bangs waiting for an answer. They cocked a now visible eyebrow when an answer wouldn’t come, as well as let out a resigned huff.

“Whatever, Scrooge. Not my relationship, not my dinner plans; just means Grim gets maybe another half a day of leftovers. Don’t be surprised if some Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present or Future show up or something. ‘Night.”

Yuu didn’t give Azul much time to further protest, or ask what a Scrooge or Christmas was before they disappeared into the dark Octavinelle halls. Well, at least they weren’t bugging him anymore and he could go back to bed. The clock ticked, tocked, ticked as his eyelids lost the fight to keep open, finally bringing him to sleep.

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Azul had always been a light sleeper, so it only took a faint giggle in his room to jostle him back awake. Accompanying this giggle had been light flaps and squeaks of something airborne and battish.

“Who’s-!”

He instinctively clamped his sheets to his chin at the sight of a familiar 3rd year floating at the foot of his bed: Lilia. Not in his typical Diasomniac wear, instead, the bat fae donned a similarly colored black and green Feileadh Mor, draping like wings over a festive red leine tunic.

“Ah, good. Lil Ashengrotto’s up~ Get any good sleep yet? Ya look a bit worn out.”

“Mr. Vanrouge, what’re you doing in my room?!”

“Hmm? Nah, I’m the Ghost of Yuletide Past. A little birdie told me you’re in need of a little bit of perspective~ Got a lil time to go on a fieldtrip? ‘Course ya do. C’mon.”

The spirit that only looked like Lilia floated a bit closer, a hand outstretched in invitation.

“I have to be dreaming. No one’s ever snuck up on me before. This has to be a dream; there’s no other explanation.” His pale blue eyes darted back and forth from the fae’s, erm, spirit’s hand to his face. “I think I’m going to go back to sleep, thank you very much. And I’d appreciate if you locked the door behind you when you go.”

“Well, before you do, since ‘this is a dream’, You wouldn’t have trouble going along with this-?” The Spirit purred, before snatching the Octopus’ wrist, lurching him from his cotton sanctuary. In an instant the entirety of Azul’s room melted away to reveal the dark trenches of the Coral Sea. Not just that, but his human form had reverted to his more cephalopodic one. Oh to not have himself exposed to his upperclassman in such a way. This was turning into an outright nightmare. Seeing his tentacles again drew out a howl of fright, seemingly to the Spirit’s enjoyment.

“Oh calm down, my fishy lil friend. C’mon, I got something-well someone-to show you~”

Like a marlin, the Lilia-shaped Spirit shot, still clamped to the cecaelia’s arm. Through the sea they swam, darting over cities and shanties alike under the sea. A familiar set of city lights eventually broke through the dark, ones that indicated he was coming home. And home was where they stopped.

"Wh-what're we doing here? HOW DO YOU KNOW WHERE I LIVE?" He demanded.

The Spirit answered with a nudge through the door to a cozy mer home. No decorations had been laid out; most mer either didn’t celebrate Yule, or made not as much an extravagant display as their neighbors on land. Each room sat quiet, of course being the middle of the night, save for one small room, his room. The two floated up towards where soft, almost inaudible sniffling. They poked through the small doorway, finding it equally dark. Along the ceiling hung shells littered with scratches and scrawls, all hanging off of loose strands of net like some conspiracy mobile. Below the shells, curled in a little black ball of weeping was a much younger Azul. It was a common memory for him, to lay in bed letting out his frustration in tears of ink. Ink that also laid out spells scrawled on the shells above him; testaments to his dedication to becoming better.

"I don't know why you're showing me this. I know what my past was like, I see these moments everytime I got to sleep."

"Well, I'm not so much showing you just this, but to show what you'd been missing all around you."

The fae-spirit floated back down to where a larger, mauve cecaelia sat at a table, staring down in thought with a much more refined, troubled look.

"I wish I knew how to help him. Cooking just seems to push him away, now. I can't just demand those children stop. Asking him to ignore them just seems to make them try even harder…."

She held her head, now even heavier with worry. It made Azul's hearts contort into knots. He wasn't surprised his mother wanted to help, but he'd been better for being allowed to figure his problems out on his own.

"This…doesn't surprise me. If we're done I'd like to 'go back' so I can finally sleep."

"Fufu, if you insist~"

The spirit once again took Azul by the hand to float back to the surface. His gaze turned back one last time, to see two long figures-eels-staring into his window. For a brief moment, he wondered if the look they seemed to wear was also concern, pity, or something else. They’d been watching him? Why? By the time he tore his gaze back, they had been fast approaching his room. His skin prickled at their speed; fast, way too fast, he shut his eyes waiting for impact with the floor, only to bounce back onto his bed.

Dark, quiet, Azul was once again back in his room-albeit with much more disheveled sheets and a singular heart beating at a hundred miles an hour. Breathe. He just had to breathe to settle down, give himself a second to collect his thoughts. This had to have just been a dream, or some fae magic he wasn't privy to, yet. The thought that his coffee may have been laced with…whatever Jade had brought back on his last hiking trip, while still concerning seemed a placating possibility. He just had to sleep off the supposed mushrooms and mentally note to have Floyd make the first pot tomorrow, instead. Once his heart rate was back to a more manageable level, did he try attempting to sleep once more. The sooner he could sleep, the sooner he didn’t have to think about the salty moisture dripping from his hair to the pillow, or the notion that his visit was more than a dream.

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The mer tossed and turned; his bed was becoming way too uncomfortable to lay in. His gaze bore into the ceiling, now awake and irritated. First the bed lost its comfort, and now some growing chatter, clanging and ringing ebbed in from behind his door. Whatever forces were out to deprive him of even a wink of rest, he hoped they’d give up if he somehow could hide under his sheets. It was darker and cozier, anyway.

"Azul, what're you still doing here?! Come on! We got places to be, new horizons to pursue!"

The shout made the mass under the sheets flail and kick and holler until it finally revealed the other housewarden, once again huffing for air. A quick smooth over his hair and retrieval of his glasses did little to polish up his image, or bury the floundering he’d done just moments ago.

"Kalim," Azul took a sharp, 'calming' breath. "What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night, can this wait til morning?"

Standing as open and jovial as ever, was the Prince of The Scalding Sands: Kalim al-Asim. Or, at least, someone that looked like him. Whomever it was, had been dressed in a warm-looking red kafka and band of holly where a turban otherwise would have been.

“Can’t wait-all we got’s the present! More like ‘Ghost of Yuletide Present’, am I right? C’mon! There’s so many cool things going on, still; gotta catch it before it’s gone!”

This particular ‘dream’ was already beginning to grate on the cecaelia’s nerves. He let loose that sharp breath of his, and defiantly tucked himself back under his sheets. If this was a dream, he’d just wake up from it in a moment and-

“Hey now, you’re gonna miss out on all the food-right guys?” Kalim asked.

Cheers rang out around him, and the waft of exotic spices and cooked meat flooded in with him under his covering. Azul’s gut betrayed any attempt he might have had at protest; it all smelled too good. He flipped off the sheet to be immediately accosted by a harsh breeze. Once his eyes adjusted to the gust he could finally catch sight of the enormous spread laid out along a tablecloth, resting on…the magic carpet? But as his eyes trailed further and further back, and the longer he saw the ornate rug stretch behind them with what seemed like all of Scarabia seated, the closer he came to realize just how high they were up in the air. A chill not caused by the wind ran down his back at the sight. On complete instinct he tangled his lankiness around the young prince for some kind of stability.

“Get me down, get me down, GETMEDOWN!”

His panicking only seemed to incite another hearty laugh out of the Kalim-shaped apparition. “Hang on, then! Have a bite while we land?”

This Spectre of Yuletide Present kept his jovial smile on as he rolled an apple down his arm in offering. While Azul did catch it, it was only a moment before resuming his clamp on the spirit for purchase. With a steady anchor, he caught glimpses of the world passing by below him. Any observers below could have seen the persian rug procession and mistaken it for a festive dragon floating through the Yuletide sky. But per request, their magic carpet ride had begun to descend. It wove through headstones and trees, gliding to a hovering halt at the front door of the no-longer Ramshackle Dorm. Oh how he wished it wasn’t here. He hadn’t prepared anything to say, to rebuttal, to offer in apology…

“Awe, that’s kinda disappointing. I thought he’d have done some more decorating. Wonder if he’s done anything inside…”

The Spirit mindlessly took a hold of Azul’s sleeve, leading through the door as if it hadn’t been there, or rather, as if they weren't even there. Inside immediately silenced the laughter and merry-making from the caravan of spectral partiers, but not for replacement with its own festive sounds.

For a place still rather holey, the fire raging in the main den did a wonderful job in keeping the cold at bay. Its warm light danced across the furniture and garlands of festive colors. Something had clattered away in another room, the kitchen. Whatever was being made smelled wonderful, and again his gut protested being teased with only the scent. He had to know what was being concocted. Azul instead took the lead towards the source of the smell and noise, giving the door a nudge open.

Inside, Albert had finished washing up before laying protection over a dressed turkey and resting it somehow in the fridge. The smell, though, had been attributed to a tray of cooling ramekins of creme brulee.

"There. At least it's done and ready to bake. I better put instructions out for Yuu. Maybe they'll invite Malleus' crew over instead of them going out. Are they even here? -sigh- If anything, once it's done tomorrow I can bring some prepped plates over after,” he murmured to no one, as he covered the ramekins and laid them also to rest over the turkey.

Albert sat, finally done prepping, to begin scribbling down instructions to cook. His brow scrunched once in a while as he thought about something, and as Azul approached, he saw the detail of his instructions. Even Grim had a possibility of being able to follow them. He didn't care at this point whether his partner could see him or not, he just desperately wanted to tell him sorry. He rested a hand to his human's shoulder, but something seemed to come over Al in that instant. The human under him blinked, and immediately fell asleep, but only for a moment before jerking back awake. Azul had seen it happen before: micro-sleep. It meant that this wasn't the first night he'd spent sleeplessly.

Al just rattled, frustrated again and rubbing at already red, raw eyes before thrusting out of the chair to find something-anything-to wake himself up. Squats, stretching his crackling back, checking his phone, he settled eventually to pace across the lounge. Azul merely followed with the Spirit behind, now, watching him make lap after lap. Certain spots were not tread on, which made Azul assume they must have been creaky boards. Eventually even that wore out its effect on his wakefulness, landing him on the sofa. From there his attempts to keep himself awake began to falter. A weak rub against his legs, running hands through his hair; eventually he just seemed too tired to even do that. He gave one last glance back to the doorway, the one Azul and the Yuletide Ghost took up, and for a moment the mer wondered if he had actually been seen. And with it, Albert eventually succumbed to slumber.

Azul curled his arms into himself, knowing that peaceful look on his partner’s face was only temporary.

“Take me back.” Azul demanded. He wasn’t going to just sit there and let this dream make him watch his partner wrestle awake from his own nightmare, especially if there was nothing he could do about it.

“Yeah, I gotcha,” The spirit said, but sounded much older, more mature, than the one Kalim he knew.

Azul turned to see why, only to find a much older, wizened Kalim curled in on himself with age. It gave him a start, but reminded himself it was all just a dream. The old spirit led back out to the carpet and banquet. Upon coming back to view, the patrons, food and merriment all but dissolved into sand, only to blow away with the winter wind. He didn’t know why he looked back to the now even older Kalim for some explanation, but his query must have been easy to read on his face.

“Sorry to cut things so short, but that’s the present for ya. Sooner or later the future just becomes ‘now’, and then even that’s gone. Ya might wanna hurry back if you don’t wanna catch your-” The spirit’s words faded away as his form did, too, disappearing into blowing sand.

Now alone, there was no option in this supposed dream other than to get back to Octavinelle and hope he’d wake up this time. It seemed as if the wind had it out for him, what with it blowing directly against him. He could hardly see anything, let alone the open grave so haphazardly laid just off the path. One moment his foot hit solid snowy ground, the next: open air.

Down, down, down he fell; roots flew by too fast to grab, and nothing else offered itself as some form of ledge. His eyes closed, he didn't want to see the bottom come up to greet him, or how long it would take for it to do so. This seemed to be the end, if not to this dream, then more regrettably, his whole life.

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But a worn sofa ended up being his landing pad, not frozen grave dirt. Azul painfully bounced on the cushions before finally coming to rest. He clamped onto the seat to give his heart a chance to come down out of his throat. Once he finally had a chance to process the danger having passed, could he get stock of his new environment. Not a grave, but a living room, equipped with Ignihyde-blue accenting from the TV, coffee table, and sofa itself.

"Greetings, Foolish Mortal, hehe" a voice hissed behind him.

Azul whipped around to find a pale face behind a simple dark hood, famed by shoulders trembling with giggles. He seemed more 'Dungeon Master' than 'Spectre of the dreaded future'.

"I-Idia?" Great, the dream wasn't over yet, it seemed.

The hooded figure eeped, "N-no! -ahem- I'm:

'死の恐怖: ユールタイドの未来の亡霊~!'"

A blue blush flooded the hooded spirit's face; he seemed to have practiced rather hard on the execution of both the pronunciation and pose he flexed stiffly into. All of it in vain against a very unamused octopus' scrutiny.

"-sigh- Th-The Ghost of Yuletide Future," he clarified. "OK ok, look: let's just get this over with. Here ya go," the spirit moaned with a lazy plop of a controller into Azul's hands. "Also, in case ya get any ideas~"

Azul let out a groan of protest, making the controller groan in turn with his octopod grip. The Idia-shaped ghost flipped the television on before the octomer got any ideas about up and leaving. On the screen flashed an ornate purple script, 'Azul: The Game'. Underneath were the only options to check the control scheme and Continue. With no other choice, he pressed to continue. A quick chime and he was off.

The graphics were very well rendered, it was almost eerie. His first-person perspective let him maneuver through a house he didn't recognize. He thought the decor was quite tasteful, something he could imagine a future home of his own being decorated like. A photo on the nightstand of himself between Albert and Jade caught his eye-they all looked still rather young. A series of frames lined a wall with his now-larger collection of coins; Jade let his terrariums fill space on shelves all over. His perusing led him down the hall, finding it also modestly decked with distinctly individual tastes that somehow came together nicely. The den had, of course, a piano he'd recognized as Albert’s family's own. A small dining table took up the space across from the den, on which neatly piled papers were beginning to skew and a starched, rendered Jade. The model had been filling out papers when the option to allow Azul to interact appeared.

"What a time to go, Dear. Hardly a wonder Albert disdains this part of the year. It's getting late; he's probably off shift by now."

Jade wrenched himself from his seat, leaving the unreadable paper alongside a newspaper clipping. Hovering over it allowed him to interact with that, too. The script of the image flashing on the screen only offered a picture and the beginning of an obituary.

"Azul Ashengrotto

Azul Ashengrotto, 30, of Altus, Shaftlands, died suddenly December 18th due to heart complications. The young restaurateur had established……"

"What?! No, that's not fair! I'm right here!" Azul about chucked the controller in defiance of what the screen had read. "So then, am I controlling my ghost? Someone else?"

"That's the neat thing about this game: it doesn't tell you," the spirit of Yuletide Future smirked. "What do you think you're seeing right now? Good ending? Bad ending? True ending? Only the devs know."

>Stay Here

This was such an 'Idia' answer. Azul went back to steering the camera towards the door, to follow Jade. The options when touching the door only offered:

>Follow Jade

So much for options. Taking the only logical path, he was greeted with a momentary loading screen. Out of the dark screen came a serene, but no less chilling sight. A cemetery blanketed in white, noiseless in its crystalline batting. Headstones stood straight and proud, cockeyed and crumbling, or simply hid much like the bodies they marked below them. Simulated snow crunched under his perspective’s non-existent feet as he trekked along the path. Where was Jade, though? Tire tracks weren’t of much help, plenty of vehicles seemed to have come by recently. A hushed voice could be heard, but it was difficult to follow.

“Sorry, I know you would have wanted to have the Lounge open today, but…I just can’t. It all just makes me think of you. I keep thinking I hear you, and I know it’s not. I should have led a better example-maybe this wouldn’t have happened.”

Once again, he could hear Albert’s voice. Closer and closer he came, the white ground making way for kicked up dirt and packed snow. Azul had finally come face to face with it: a plot of freshly dug dirt now packed back into place, and a modest headstone with room for two more names. Albert had been kneeling next to it talking to, assumedly, the contents of the grave. His face had been flushed red, raw with grief and the biting cold. This was only a game, but by the Seven, he just wanted to reach out and hold him, tell him he was right there. All Azul could do was position the camera down, to try prompting an interaction. Pressing the button to react, sent things into a cutscene. His hands reached out to hold his partner’s face, who seemed to react to his voice.

"Albert, I'm here. Please-I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

It only made him withdraw further in to try containing more sobs. A car squeaked to a halt on the path further off, revealing Jade. The rendered figure strode over to rest his own arms around their simulated human. Game or not, he didn't want any of this to happen; he didn't want to die so young, he didn't want to be cried over…His frustration made the controller creak with the pressure he'd put on it. He felt so helpless as his character just sat there as the credits began to roll and his partners began to walk away.

"That's. NOT. Fair!" His fists beat on the coffee table, punctuating his words. "I did everything right! There has to be something…" He began pacing, wracking a quickly frazzling mind for some solution.

"You ought to slow down, you'll work yourself to death. Heh, 'work yourself to death', PFFF," the spirit mumbled, seeming to be enjoying Azul's squirming.

"What?! I'll show you!"

Azul whipped back at the ghost with a fist reeled back. But as he turned to sock him, what greeted him wasn't some Ghost of Future Yuletide. A skull, jagged in tooth and wreathed in blue flame, stared back. It made no indication of pain as the momentum carried Azul's fist into its jaw. The sight of it sent a frigid chill down his back. It began to advance closer, a hand now stretching out to grab him. Each step the blue-clad pile of bones made, Azul would take one back. It came a hair away from touching his cheek, if it weren't for the coffee table knocking into his legs and tripping him backwards into it.

His teetering sent him slamming onto the table, breaking it open, and once again sending him back down down down into darkness. His descent had been much quicker; cold hard wood bashed up against his back before more planks began to surround his front. Trapped. Dark, cold and alone, this would have been a comforting place similar to his octopot, if it weren't for the coffin shape surrounding him along with the smell of 6 feet of dirt on top. All that came out were screams, pleas and knocks from within the box. He beat against his confines for however long, his tears all but dried up. Before his exhaustion won out, he weakly pressed his face against the lid, some kind of last plea for release. But the lid hadn't felt like the rotted wood he'd been pummeling, but cool white tile.

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Cool white tile that only Octavinelle's dorms had. Azul’s eyes fluttered open once more to find himself facing the floor. His back arched uncomfortably, legs hung over the side of the bed, and every sheet had been utterly rumpled. While it was uncomfortable, he didn't consider moving until his eyes had fully registered where he was, on some off chance shifting might send him back to where he was. But, when all seemed calm, did he finally chance to peel himself off the floor.

Stretch, lean, shake off the nightmarish remnants of sleep. He flopped back onto the bed, he wanted to re-register the sensation of his sheets, the tile, his nightwear. As he recognized each texture, and giving his heart a chance to slow, a knock came at the door. The knock was only a courtesy as, quickly after, the door burst open with Floyd dashing in. The eel must have been quick about waking and entering, what with his disheveled hair and pj's.

"What's up? Where're they? Who needs a squeeze? Eh? Azul, you okay?" Floyd demanded.

"We heard quite the commotion coming from your room and wanted to see what all the fuss-omph!"

Before Jade could finish, their boss hand wrangled the both of them into a tight hug.

"That must have been quite the nightmare," Jade finished with a quiet hum of amusement. He smoothed over his partner's hair, relishing his affection being leaned into.

"Yes-yes it was. What time is it?" He soon withdrew to better compose himself.

"It's like…a lil after 6.00, why? What're ya missing?" Floyd asked. His face drooped a little as his partner retreated.

"Then he might not be here yet. I still have time. We need to hurry and get to Pentergeist, quick. There's a few things I still need to bring, I need dressed…"

His scattered organizing was interrupted by Floyd’s sigh, "On top of opening the Lounge? Ehhhhh~ isn't he comin' over anyways?"

"Exactly why we have to hurry. We have to catch him before he gets over. Well? Go on, get ready."

Floyd groaned, reluctantly turning back to go change. But, his face immediately began to light up at the note Azul wagged in the air as he plodded towards the Lounge.

Anyone attempting to enter the Monstro Lounge would, instead of being greeted by eels, be greeted with a notice in a handwritten notice tacked to the door:

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"The Monstro Lounge will be closed on Yuletide, due to unforeseen circumstances. Business will resume regular hours 12/26. We apologize for the inconvenience.

-A. Ashengrotto"

Albert had a rather long night, prepping what was supposed to be a Yuletide meal for his partners and more to send off with Yuu as salvage for whatever they were met with when attending Malleus and company’s dinner invitation. The same nightmare that had plagued him for close to two years now had made its presence once again. But instead of being startled back awake from its familiar events, a knock jostled him from sleep. He almost forgot about his journey to the couch, now a bit thankful that he was closer to the door. But he wasn't expecting company. More over, looking at the clock showed he needed to hurry so he could make it to help opening the restaurant.

"Just a moment!" He called.

Al creaked for the door, both from the floorboards as well as his own chilled joints. Whoever was at the door, he hoped it was quick so he could-

"Happy Yule, Dear," Azul declared. His presence only received a confused look in response.

"Oh, sorry. I must have overslept, if you're coming to get me. Give me a moment, I'll-"

Albert wasn't able to finish, immediately being swept into another of Floyd's squeezes. Both twins erupted into peals of laughter, most in part from their human's even more confused expression.

"You're not goin' anywhere, Kajiki~"

"And neither am I," Azul added.

"I-I don't understand. Don't we have the Lounge to open?" Al asked.

"It seems Azul has had a change of heart since last night. I'm a bit curious as well what's come over him. Not to say I'm complaining," Jade noted.

Once Floyd came to release his human, Azul took to swooping in, grasping at him desperately close as if he'd disappear. Nothing mattered in that moment but the real, waking tangibleness in his arms. With just the twins to watch, he felt no shame holding Albert to take in everything from the bristle of his hair, to the faint wood smoke smell on him, to the subtle beat of his heart in time with his own. Al was more than happy to reciprocate, just content to bask in the moment.

"So then…?"

"Yes. We're having today off. I'm so sorry for just dismissing you like that. I've…come to realize how much you just want to look out for my health. Just know I plan on doing the same for you. All of you," Azul sighed.

"Eh? Is Azul gettin' all sappy now?" Floyd teased, poking at his cheek.

"No! I'm just stating my new year's resolutions early!"

"In any case," Jade interrupted, "while we are cold-blooded, it is dreadfully chill out. Won't our Gracious Host offer us inside?"

"Of course," Al smiled.

Everyone gathered in the modest little kitchen to begin their dinner prep. Drinks were passed, snacks chewed through like the logs on the fire, and a very specific set of cooking instructions Azul would ignore, having seen them once before. He had to feign surprise at the small custard desserts, but found himself anticipating them all the same. Everything slowly came together in the freshly renovated dining hall, when a knock rang out.

"Happy Yule~ Little Yuu here invited Malleus over. They also seemed to extend the offer to the rest of us; might we come in? If I'd have known sooner, I could have made a better cake, but I think this'll work in a pinch," Lilia announced. Yuu took up the rear of the procession of human and fae. A quick glance towards Azul, they gave both a surprised but welcoming smirk.

Before long, the table had finally been set, drinks passed and everyone sat down. Good thing, it seemed, as Grim had been getting antsy and taking chances to sneak a bite before the rest. Yuu took Grim into their lap as everyone else but Azul seated.

"I'd like to thank everyone for being here today. I understand it's a busy part of the year for everyone, but we come together like this…to give ourselves a chance to slow down." It was a bit difficult for Azul to keep himself composed. "While yes we have to work the rest of the year, time is a more precious commodity than anything. So we have to spend and invest it wisely. Thank you."

To that, everyone raised their glass in agreement.

"A Merry Yuletide, everybody!" Grim hollered.

#bunnwich winter event 2022 #twst writing #twst fanfic #oc x azul #azul ashengrotto x oc #octavinelle #octavinelle x oc #yuu x malleus #albert eastwind #eugenio hernandez #floyd leech #jade leech #malleus draconia #idia shroud #lilia vanrouge #kalim al asim

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satans-my-spirit-animal · 2 years

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Floyd: oOoOO! Someone has a crush!

Azul: Don't be ridiculous Floyd. I don't have a crush on Celeste. I just think she's interesting. It's not like I stay awake at night thinking about her.

(That night)

Azul: uh-oh

#celeste is my oc #i saw this for obey me so i made a twst one #twisted wonderland incorrect quotes #twisted wonderland #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto x oc #azul ashengrotto #octanivelle

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confused-red-head · 2 years

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So I've been introduced to something that I am ABSOLUTELY addicted to now... and thats a incorrect quote generator AND I'M HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE!

I may have generated a bunch of quotes between, my TWST OC, Emi and Azul.

I'm having a little too much fun... 😆

There's plenty more where that came from but I'll leave it to these for now.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #azul ashengrotto #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst azul #azul x oc #azul ashengrotto x oc

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honeyuuyuu · 2 years

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“so...you hurt them?”

Instagram ✎ Devianart ✎ Reblogs help! ^^

Tagging: @rosestadt @rizavi-m @cupids-chamber @thehollowwriter @nuitthegoddess @lowkeyclueless5137 @hmmmmmm-give-me-your-gender @what-nani-ano

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blanketorghost · 9 months

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Stitch event Yuu🥺🥺

I couldnt resist the outfits were so cute fr... this also means i am only giving myself more work by creating more outfit's i'll later have to render lmao

I do want to give this event a lil more attention though since I settled for this one to be the event where Azul and Yuu finally (finally) get together 🥺

Also reuploading doodles I later added on a reblog to my latter Azul doodle. I just think they're neat.

#art stuff #fanart #twisted wonderland #yuu fujisaki #doodles #twst oc #twst yuu #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x oc #twst azul #azul x yuu

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moonpersonalter · 1 year

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It's the Thought That Counts

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Rating: Gen

Warnings: N/A

A/N: a gift fic for my friend @atelier-grace. Supposed tp be a commission but I took way too long to write there so here you gooooo~

When they said that opposites attract, it usually meant that people of opposite sides of the personality spectrum would have a shot at becoming a couple after some romcom levels of flirting and bantering. Hot and cold, sunny and moody, it seemed that the statement was true… for the most part.

There was nothing 'opposite' between you and Azul. In fact, hate for one's own kin seemed appropriate in this situation. The fact that Mr. Ashengrotto, head honcho of Mostro Lounge, and self proclaimed rival of your quaint little secret restaurant, is even someone whom others would be considered as your perfect match. Hell, even Ace and Deuce were inclined to agree.

And speaking of Ace…

"You two haven't hooked up yet?!" Ace screamed in bewilderment, curious eyes turning his way as his hands slammed against the dining table. This guy and his big mouth.

"Look…," you began, carefully picking out the words you need to drill in to his head, and maybe Deuce as well just in case, that… "I am not interested in hooking up with my competitor."

"Yeah but why?" At this point, Ace is just asking for a beating. That smug look he naturally puts up may not be present at this moment, but the aura he radiates sure did scream smug. "I mean, aren't you two basically flirting with each other?"

In what way did he mean by flirting? Is passive aggressively egging each other a form of flirting now? How low have the standards become in this world? Or maybe, this is the norm here. Who knows? You certainly don't.

"Then I guess you and Deuce are flirting with each other?" You mischievously flipped the conversation, Deuce nearly choking on his food. You offered him a glass of water, eyes still locked onto Ace's slightly surprised face, the mischievous glint in your eyes fading the moment Ace laughed.

Is he suddenly admitting to the flirting? You doubt it.

"You don't hear me complain about my supposed competitor on the daily, right?"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ———

"Why would you assume I always talk about Gretana everyday?" Azul glowered, voice deepened at the mention of Ms. Raison's name, proprietress of a secret exclusive restaurant that, for some unknown reason, is outside his radar.

These days, Mostro Lounge is seen to be in a slight decline. Not that it was anything significant, but with the appeal of being a part of something as secretive as a members only restaurant, it had piqued the interest of many students already. It started small, like a candle lit aflame, surrounded by oil waiting to combust at any minute now.

It could either go in his or her favor. Either way, he did NOT want it to fall in her favor.

Jade, meanwhile, found Azul worrying about the situation quite amusing, the grin on his face growing wider the moment Azul's eyes crossed with his. "And what…," Azul slowly began, "pray tell, is amusing you, Jade?"

"Oh, it's nothing serious, Azul~" Jade muses, the smile on his face widening into a mischievous grin. "Only that your face tells me that you've been thinking about her again, am I right?"

Azul nearly drops his pen, tints of pink threatening to bloom brighter on his cheeks as he stares at the grinning mer before him. He opened his mouth but no words came out, all stuck in the back of his mind still scrambling to make a single coherent thought. "Y… you can't be serious?"

'Was that all that you could say?!?', Azul screamed internally, tempted to hide away in a pot just from the sheer embarrassment. Still, he stood his ground (or rather, sat in place). Jade, however, grinned his widest grin yet, razor sharp teeth shining underneath the fluorescent lights.

"Oh, I am definitely serious."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ———

The conversation died there but the idea kept lingering in the back of your mind. Even as the day draws to a close and your head lay on the pillow, you would linger back to it and scoff. "A bunch of shit," you would've said if only the lingering image of Azul's face kept coming back to her, with that stupidly smug face and those stupidly smug glasses and his stupidly smug lips.

… somehow, that's where your mind fixated most. You wondered, no matter how small the thought may be, if those lips of his radiated the same warmth like a human or be as icy cold as his mer form.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ———

… and somehow, even as the next day rolls around, he still couldn't get rid of the thought, haunting even in his waking moments. But like lightning breaking through the sky, his thought came to an abrupt stop as Floyd kicked down the door of the VIP room.

Azul jumps off his seat, about ready to shout at the invading homewrecker, but was beaten to the punch. "Hey Azuuuuuul~ what are you still doing here? You have a date to attend."

… what?

"A date?!" Azul screamed, "There's no time for a date!"

"Yeah, there is." Floyd said, bearing his jagged teeth in a grin. "Let's go already, unless you want me to carry you over there~"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ———

The thought of Ace carrying you to Mostro Lounge seemed like a fun idea from the start, but the moment he made an off-hand remarks about your weight had you slapping his face with no time for him to react.

What’s worse? This date was taking place in Mostro Lounge. In your rival’s territory of all places. Was this some kind of revenge plan? Were they paid to torture you financially? Who knows?

“So much for being friends,” you mumbled under your breath, finger tapping impatiently on the table.

It didn't even take you too long to seethe as a familiar looking mer comes in from the corner of her eyes, slightly disheveled and red on the face, approaching her table along with one of the tweels. Seriously, if it weren't for the unkept bowtie you wouldn't recognize that as Floyd.

Azul huffs as he takes his seat, Floyd giving him a cordial slap on the back. "Don't have too much fun~" He teased on the way out, leaving the couple in the lounge.

Alone.

With each other.

Awkward tensions rising.

Neither a peep nor a squeak, not even a precursory glance was given. It was just them and the silence.

"… So—"

… so much for silence.

"What brings you here?" Azul tried to play it cool, masking the blush still evident in his cheeks with that smug grin of his. "I do believe that your presence here means that you've admitted defeat?"

Really. So much for silence.

You sighed, putting on your own smug grin and said, "Or maybe, I'm here to see the sorry state of Mostro Lounge after business has been booming on my end."

You see the slight twitch of his lips, your grin growing wider. You were about to drop another quip until someone from across the room suddenly screamed.

"Stop talking about your business for two seconds and talk like normal people!!" The voice sounded exasperated, absolutely done with your and Azul's bullshit.

"… that was definitely Ace." You groaned and Azul nodded. "Seriously, what's his problem?"

"It's the same way with Jade and Floyd. They kept telling me to speak to you like any normal person would." Azul said with a similar exasperated tone as you.

It felt weird and kind of reassuring that Azul was on your side for once… maybe not once but you're not obligated to admit that those were considerable moments at all. Still, "Funny how they're soooo concerned for our well being towards each other."

"You should see them whenever I noticed our usual numbers dipped because of you," He recalled the moment as if it were yesterday, chuckling to himself. "Floyd was more than willing to scare off your customers back to Mostro Lounge."

"Or scare them away for good." You laughed lightly, a blush tinted on your cheeks as Azul had let out a laugh of his own. Somehow, your heart stopped for a moment there.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ———

Azul was sure he saw a smile appear on your face, that small quirk from the corner of your lips before disappearing back into a flat line. Yes, he was very sure of what he saw. Somehow, that made him hold his breath, even in those few seconds it still did something to him.

Looking back, the signs seemed to be there. Or was it some kind of trick his mind liked to play? Those times of heated arguments and intense standoffs, business transactions that flew between them as they decide how to make a worthwhile compromise. The sudden brush of their fingers as he passes the pen to your hand, that curious look on your face while he reads over the terms and conditions on your own makeshift contract—

Hold on, those aren't important right now! But what is even there to do other than talk? What else is there to talk about??

"S-so—," you suddenly blurted out, brushing off that slight stutter as if he won't be able to catch it. "What have you been up to?"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ———

A less than graceful question to a less than graceful day. You weren't sure if he's in the mood to be entertained this way but lucky for you, he is. He was told by the local eel menace that if he talked anything about the business, he might get the squeezing of a lifetime. You weren't sure if you wanted to laugh or sympathize with him, but you kept it to yourself instead.

Surprisingly, you find yourself interested in listening to him talk about general academic experiences with a side of club stuff. And more than that, you find yourself sharing about your general academic experiences with your own side of club stuff. To onlookers, it would've been the most mundane discussion ever but for some reason, it's caught your attention more than before.

Was it the change in setting or did you just enjoy the sound of his voice? You guessed it was the latter. But you weren't ready to admit that yet.

Not quite yet.

For now, maybe letting loose like this every once in a while has its perks.

#alter.writing #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #Azul Ashengrotto x OC #Azul Ashengrotto #twisted wonderland OC #friend's OC

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