*Floyd with short Mc*
Floyd: Ooooooh shriiiimpyyyy where are you.
Mc: Floyd you don't have to shout I'm right next to you.
Floyd: Where is Shrimpy? I don't see them anywhere.
Mc: Look down Floyd I'm here.
Floyd: Like I hear Shrimpy's voice but I can't see them anywhere.
Mc: *kick Floyd*
Floyd: OUCH! Shrimpy what the heck. That wasan't nice.
Mc: Floyd I cured your blindness. Shouldn't you say thank you? If you go blind again I'll kick you again.
i’m sick as a dog rn (i think it’s just a cold but it’s got me DOWN) and was wondering if you could do headcanons of either the second or third years taking care of a sick reader 😭
Aww! Me too lovely! Self-indulgence coming right up! 🛎🍳
Taking Care of You When You're Sick 🤧(GN!Reader/Octavinelle: Azul, Floyd, Jade)
Tags: Reader’s body not described nor are pronouns used, fluff, reader has a cold, Floyd says something suggestive but nothing actually happens haha, implied pining.
Author’s notes: I ended up writing a short story rather than headcanons, whoops? Snipped it to just the Octotrio due to the length, haha. I just came down with a cold too, (as if just having recovered from surgery wasn't enough lol) so we can both project onto some cute fish boys to drown our sorrows together. 😖
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He has no idea what to do (affectionate). Azul will notice your absence from daily activities fairly quickly. He had the schedules memorized of the more ah... let's call them 'notable' students, and that includes you. Grim had been attending classes, but if anyone asked him where you were he would just say something about him 'not being your babysitter'. This was technically correct because you were in fact, Grim's babysitter, but it wasn't worth the breath one would waste arguing with him.
By overhearing the conversation between some of your socially impaired first-year groupies, it appeared you were sick. This bothered him greatly. Humans were much more susceptible to disease than mermen and pathetic as it was, he felt a tinge of charity pull at his heart upon hearing that you were ill. He supposed that he could visit.
Armed with a ‘how to take care of a sick human’ article on his phone, a reusable bag, and a full wallet, he raided Sam’s shop for all of the things that are supposed to make even the frailest of humans feel better. He debated calling in Jade and Floyd for their assistance in taking care of you, but he decided the snide comments of the twins weren’t worth the possible benefits. If you want a job done right, you have to do it yourself after all. Armed with soup, tissues, multiple types of medicine, and hot and cold patches, Azul makes his way to Ramshackle.
He knocks, but no response. He supposed he should have guessed as much, it’s not like the ghosts would answer and Grim is doing whatever that fiery tanuki does on the daily.
“Prefect?” He called, pushing on the doorknob to find it unlocked. With a shrug he traipses inside, scanning around the lounge, the bathroom, and the kitchen. It was beaten to hell, but there was a charm to the small things you had littered around the place to make it feel like home. A tied rag potholder here, a stained apron there, he felt a small smile spread across his face. Cute. Terribly kitsch and with no sense of room appeal, but cute.
A floorboard creaked upstairs, and he figured that was where you might be. Azul headed up the stairs and softly called your name, hearing a loud ‘BWUH’ come behind a door that he assumed was yours. Knocking softly, he called out to you again.
“May I come in?” He asked, plastering on his proper salesman face. You so owed him for this display of goodwill.
“A-Azul? Uh, yeah.” You called, voice audibly hoarse and nasally.
Azul swept into your room and set down his bag of goods, sweeping over your room curiously for information. It was the cleanest room in the whole house, but that was like saying that you got second place out of three entries. There were your books and schoolwork, some knickknacks and souvenirs that your friends had undoubtedly given you, but it was otherwise quite bare. As to be expected, he supposed. After a moment of silence, his eyes finally fell on you. Your eyes were red and glassy, your lips chapped, and you were covered in goosebumps. He felt his heart skip a beat.
Azul slapped his hand to his chest instinctually, surprised at the sudden feeling that was washing over him. On the other hand, you looked at him with ever-increasing skepticism.
“How can I help you Azul?” You rasp, eyes flicking between his face and the bag that he had dropped on your floor. Azul looked a little flushed. Was it hot in here? Your fever was making it difficult to tell.
“I just ah…” Azul began, his pulse fluttering as he looked for a good explanation. “I just wanted to…”
Your brow was raised amusedly. How often did anyone get to see Azul of all people be at a loss for words?
“I just wanted to make sure that someone had thought to take care of you… since you’re alone here, and all.” He finished, the flush on his cheekbones darkening. He thought back to the times that his family had taken care of him when he was sick, and also the times that they hadn’t. The times that he was alone. And you, you were always that alone, weren’t you?
“Please allow me to help you… on the house.” He finished, eyes looking anywhere but at you.
“I see.” You say. You eye his bag, his expression, the way his hair was windswept in an uncharacteristic way, “Thank you, Azul.”
“You’re… very welcome.”
He has no idea what to do (insult). Azul had returned from Ramshackle earlier that day in an uncharacteristically spacey mood, and he had a suspicion that it had something to do with you. Telling Jade that he was heading out, he walked to the decrepit building. Opening the door without knocking, he saw that one of Azul’s bags was on the table. Huh.
Rifling through the contents, he found supplies for human colds. Putting two and two together, his face curled into a smirk.
“Azul is making shrimp scampi, huh?” He giggled, cracking himself up with his joke. The soup was chicken noodle, but you had to work with the material you were given. Waltzing his way upstairs to your room, he slammed the door open, which woke you up with a start.
“W-what? Floyd?” You yelled, holding your blanket to your chest in surprise.
There was a slight sliver of skin exposed from the buttons of your pajama top had come loose. Floyd’s eyes flicked to your slipping collar and then back to your face, giggling while he strode forward, flopping to a seat next to you.
“Shrimpy, what is it about you, huh?” He asks, getting dangerously close to your face as his eyes scan for any microexpression that might give away your secret.
“You’re just so… different, aren’t you?” He asked, trailing a finger down the line between your ribs. You frowned and slapped his hand away.
“Floyd, I’m too tired for your weird teasing, okay? Get away, I don’t want to get you sick too.” You chide, trying to push him to his feet and off of your bed with your germy self.
Floyd clicked his tongue, “Aww, don’t be like that. Idiots don’t get colds you know? I’ll be fine.” He said with a grin, the low light sparkling off of his pointed teeth.
You frowned. You highly doubted that but you also knew so little about mermen that he might be right? Ugh, why was everything so confusing?
“Aww, your face is so cute.” Floyd cooed, squishing your cheeks like dough. “Should I sleep here with you? Will that make you feel better?” He asked, getting uncomfortably close again.
“Flowyed, stut upf.” You whined, words muffled by Floyd’s vice grip on your face.
“Fish are cold-blooded, you know? I’d be like an ice pack for your feverish ‘Lil head.” He continued, seemingly convincing himself more than you about why this was such a good idea.
“If you’re really good, we can snuggle naked?”
“Fine, fine, you’re no fun,” Floyd sighed, finally standing up and walking towards your hall. He looked over his shoulder at you as he was closing the door, a mischievous sparkle in his eye.
“I’ll come to sleep with you when you’re well instead. Later!” He cackled, slamming the door shut to shield himself from the pillow you had tried to lob directly at your face.
Feeling even warmer than you had a minute ago, you collapsed in a huff and yelled into your pillow in frustration.
This freaking eel was going to kill you.
Something was apparently in the air today, because both Azul and Floyd had gone to visit the Ramshackle Prefect. Jade had to admit that he was quite fond of them, their naïveté about the world they had found themself in was quite entertaining to watch, especially as it pertained to non-humans such as himself. One day they had taken multiple hours to quiz him about merpeople, their food, their culture, and even their anatomy. Jade had offered a “demonstration” on the anatomy portion, but they had sadly refused his kindness. A pity.
Both Azul and his brother had returned with significant mood changes. Azul had returned in a strangely introspective mood, staring dazedly out the windows with his brows knit in thought and then locking himself in his office for the last few hours, clearly wrapped up in some sort of project.
On the other hand, while Floyd was similarly distracted, he seemed quite frustrated. He was being fairly active on campus, running around in search of stimulation. Jade recognized this as being one of Floyd’s many coping mechanisms when he was actively trying to distract himself. How very interesting.
Walking up to Ramshackle, Jade was distracted by the thought of how the gloomy and decrepit building could be well utilized as a greenhouse for some tricky plants he had hoped to cultivate. He filed away that thought for later, perhaps the Prefect would be willing to trade him some growing space in one of the spare rooms at a later date. He would just need to think of something that they wanted enough to give it to him. Well, he was here anyway, might as well try and find out.
Entering the charming hovel of the entryway, Jade notices the Prefect’s shoes discarded next to the doorway. He certainly did not trust the floor enough to do the same.
Walking up the stairs, Jade decided that the best bet would be simply to beeline to the Prefect. He had brought his mushroom risotto along with him, thinking that you might appreciate a home-cooked meal when you were ill. The feedback he had received upon serving it in the cafeteria was quite positive from the other humans, so he was about 70% sure this particular species of fungi was not lethal to your species. Well, the ones from here at least. That is what the other 30% is for.
Rapping his knuckles lightly on the door, he heard a quiet ‘come in’ from inside the room. Jade turned the knob and let himself inside, holding up the thermos with risotto in one hand and one with peppermint tea in another.
“I apologize for the intrusion.”
“Jade?” You ask, “Wow, I think I’ve had more visitors from Octinavelle today than when you all tried to steal this place.” You graveled, weak cough shaking your body as you laugh.
Jade gives you a warm, genuine smile. His face crumples into a melodic laugh, a real one, and he covers his face to stifle the sound.
“Well, the location is still quite ideal if you ever change your mind.” He says, stepping forward to place the food he brought on your nightstand. “Food and drink, I get the feeling that you might not make some otherwise.”
You look wide-eyed at the two containers, carefully picking them up and unscrewing the caps to see the contents. Through your stuffed-up nose you could smell a hint of mint, and the risotto looked decadently buttery.
You looked to Jade, and he motioned to the attached cutlery. Taking a wary bite, your mouth was met with something both delicious, hearty, and oddly familiar. Had you had this before? Your heart skipped a beat at how tender this moment felt. Jade’s eyes looked lidded and fond while tears threatened to well up in the corners of your eyes.
“I-I really needed this, I think.” You say, your ‘D’s sounded like ‘B’s due to your stuffy nose. “Thank you very much, Jade.”
Jade nods, looking pleased. You continue eating your fill and then allow Jade to gather his dishes, promising that he will come again soon with another dish. You were fairly excited at the prospect.
Jade pauses for a moment at the door, seemingly in thought. He returns to your side, but before you can question him, you feel a warm peck at your forehead.
Jade leaves as fast as he came in. You sit there flustered and confused.
Is this just a merman thing or what?
Pray for me! I hate phlegm with my entire body, I want to die and to kill at the same time. Why hast mine own body forsaken me?
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summary: you squeeze their cheeks and these are their reactions. (cheeks as in face cheeks what r u thinking bae 😟😟)
chrtrs: leona, riddle, floyd.
warnings: gn! reader.
notes: if u saw my previous note, ignore that, i am not writing the angst fic it's so cringey i hate it.
bet his cheeks are not that squishable
probably abit sturdy too ( not as sturdy as vargas' tho 😟/j)
before you can even squish them he's got a hold of your wrists
“ The hell do you think you're doing? ”
when you reply that you just wanted to squish his cheeks, looks at you like you're crazy
let's go off your wrists though
now u can squeeze them >:))
just lets you do that and continues wtvr he was doing (sleeping)
overall, his cheeks r not that squishable but 6/10 bcs he let u do ur shit and did not kill u right then and there.
his cheeks r so cute im about to cry
he lets you squeeze them but looks at you confused while trying to act like he's not flustered
if you coo at him he's probably gonna get red
thinks about it all day
10/10. very squishable. you should do it again, yes.
he probably does this to you all the time so he's sort of surprised
his cheeks probably have a weird texture tho, maybe bcs of his eel features idk
squeezes your cheeks back in return while smiling
his habit of squeezing your cheeks become worse after this
expect him to run up to you and squeeze your cheeks everytime he sees you
7/10 only bcs he's cute but he doesn't have to squeeze you that hard all the time..
Hello! May I please request a gn!reader that loves marine science and all things ocean and how they would get along with the Octavinelle boys? Reader did not know that the Octavinelle trio were merfolk until the events of Book 3 unfolded. (Platonic please, if you don’t mind)
hey hey! sorry this took so long<3
⇢ Octavinelle x Gn! Reader
⇢Warnings; Platonic relationships. gn! reader, marine biologist! reader
He’s definitely interested in any facts you randomly go off on about, especially if you start ranting about Octavinelle and how much you love it all
It’s an ego boost for him<3
But not rlly, Azul is actually interested in the facts, he also definitely learned something new about himself during your rants about octopi
Skip forward to book 3, when you happen to learn about them being mermen, he bluescreens damn near every time you ask about his mer-form
and asking him to change into it
.. He’ll do it maybe once but from then on it’s only on special occasions (or if he’s in an extremely good mood)
please just compliment his form, not specifically cause it’ll change the fact of when he’ll reveal it to you (..maybe tho?)
and definitely not because of the bias discounts..
and definitely because he’s genuinely pretty and god damn he needs the boost in his confidence (also the truth)
While he also is very interested to hear about anything you have, Jade likes to create mental notes about any other mer-creature hybrids that may help convince them of one thing or another
Already knows about him and his twins’ hybrid species, you can’t really surprise him with anything but he likes to give you any facts that pop into his head
just to watch you become confused and scramble to add it to notes or attempting to evidence of said creature doing that
It’s not that it hasn’t crossed his mind to show you, Jade just wanted to wait before you went and started turning him into the guinea pig
But like, the wait was worth it because hearing your excited gasp and nearly trip over yourself to grab anything you could about eels to do.. whatever and sketch, to pics, whatever was super amusing to him
Floyd is equally energetic as you are about it, he can list any defense tactic any sea mer-person can do once he gets going, simply due to either scaring, fighting, or some other “experiment”
He definitely doesn’t even attempt to hide his mer-form away, and loved the attention you give him in that form
Be careful because he will try to squeeze and/or bite you if you’re not paying attention
srsly watch out bc he has sOME CHOMPERS
he went nomnomnomnomnomnom-
He’s very pleased by the little human being absolutely enchanted with his eel teeth and whatnot, but don’t think that stops him from messing around with you
because it doesn’t<33
— Fairytale Picnic Event !
୧ ‧₊˚ 🍃 ⋅ TWST and/or Black Butler x Fantasy/Fairytale au
"Ah- Well hello there! You came just in time! I just laid out the snacks and drinks on the blanket and was just gonna get something from the house. I kinda forgot the strawberry cake hehe... You go on ahead, the picnic blanket should be under the oak tree on top of the hill."
Request list ᥫ᭡
༊·˚ How to send an ask~
You will be given three questions and from there you can pick what you want from the options listed below. (Sending a hi to Strawberry would also be nice!)
Example: I will pick the road to the lake and there I will meet Riddle, we will head to the picnic with roses and I will have ice cream sandwiches.
Or you can just say: Cottage + Lily + Epel + Apple juice
Walking through the path of the garden the path ended up going two ways. In front of you was a sigh point where the paths go the first one goes to a small lake while the other one goes towards a small cottage. Which road will you pick? (pick one)
Go to the lake if you want gn reader Go to the cottage if you want fem reader
You noticed how many beautiful flowers there were but there were one that caught your eyes. You picked one.
A Lovely Rose ;; Romantic Yandere
A Pretty Lily ;; Platonic Yandere
A Bundle of Lavender ;; Romantic
A Single Daisy ;; Platonic
Choosing your path you passed by pretty flowers and cute garden decorations you soon reach the destination the sign pointed to and see? (pick one)
TWST ;; Ace Trappola, Azul Ashengrotto, Cater Diamond, Che'nya, Cheka, Duece Spade, Dire Crowley, Epel Felmier, Floyd Leech, Grim, Idia Shroud, Jack Howl, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper, Kalim Al Asim, Leona Kingscholar, Malleus Draconia, Neige, Ortho Shroud, Riddle Rosehearts, Rook Hunt, Ruggie Bucchi, Sebek Zigvolt, Silver, Trey Clover, & Vil Schoenheit
Black Butler ;; Any
(names that are green are PANTONIC only)
"It seems that they have been here for a while and ask if they could join you to your picnic, maybe they were lost and could not get out of the huge garden, maybe they were just hungry or maybe they just wanted to spend time with you. In the end, you finally reached the picnic place, taking a seat you saw all the food laid out on the blanket and you wondered if Strawberry may have overdone it a bit." (pick one only!)
༊·˚ Deserts and Sweets~ (optional)
Caramel pudding; vampire au
Apple pie; fairy / pixies au
Chocolate brownie; mermaid / siren au
Red velvet cake; android au
Cotton candy; witch/wizard au
Strawberry tarts; naga au
Ice cream sandwiches; arranged marriage au (only yandere/romantic)
Oreo cookies; royalty / nobility au
Peanut butter cookies; love potion au (only yandere/romantic)
Chocolate churros; villain au
Tiramisu; body gaurd / knight au
Sugar-coated donuts; ghost au
Dark chocolate waffles; maid / butler / servant au
Vanilla Macarons; make a wish / magic au
༊·˚ Or do you want a Drink?~ (optional)
Apple juice; Little red riding hood
Strawberry milkshake; Pinocchio
Caramel Coffee; Alice in wonderland
Black Coffee; Sleeping beauty
Tea; Other fairytales
No but like imagine gen Z MC just annoying the shit out of everyone and them acting like caffeine runs through their fucking veins
Riddle, opening up about his issues: I never really had a nice mother, let alone a family..
MC, without hesitation: cowabummer
MC, on a call with Azul: am I on speaker?
Azul: yes, why did you want t—
MC: *bangs on pots and pans* I WANNA BE THE VERY BEST, LIKE NO ONE EVER WAS
MC: TO CATCH THEM IS MY REAL TEST,, TO TRAIN THEM IS MY CAUUUSSE *twerks*
Kalim: :0!! That looks fun!!
Jamil: their existence is making me grieve the fact that murder isn't legal.
Vil: CAN YOU PLEASE BE NORMAL
Ace: Ayo can I have some water?
MC: it's not water
Ace: vodka! I like your st—
MC: it's vinegar
MC: it's vinegar, pussy
Crowley: oh no! Another problem that totally wasted because of my lack of authority to the entire school and selfish actions has been running rampage and causing panic among the students! What ever shall I do
Mc, at Malleus for no apparent reason: haha, thousand year old virgin
Floyd: Azul is causing a stir and now forcing me to make friends again
MC: my man, you gotta understand the holy sacred moto
MC: friendship is futile, murder is absolute
Floyd: I'm in love with you
twst Incorrect quote #265
MC: *flops onto the bed*
Floyd: *bursts into the room unexpectedly* “Koebi-chan!”
Floyd: “Oh boy, smooching time!”
[ ✽ ] ˖ ˚ ◞ ┊ʺ CAMPUS CRUSHING WITH OCTAVINELLE
[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ the twst boys as campus crushes has been keeping me up at night. i'll come at you with my hcs of this each day or so for a different dorm. my victims today are OCTAVINELLE
[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ gender neutral reader
[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ warnings ,, mentions of making out in azul’s, fungi mentions in jade’s. fluff <33
[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ been a minute since i posted anything so here we get another installation of campus crushing <33 and with the fish mafia too
you can’t tell me that…
azul isn’t that smartass that you sit next to in economics. it got to a point where you were more than sure he had to have been a computer. at least he’s pretty to look at, not that you’d ever admit it aloud. he’s actually had his eye on you since that one time you let him borrow a dark blue ballpoint pen since he forget his. your so kind, and smart, and beautiful—and your conveniently in need of help in economics. so, he makes this elaborate plan to get you to study with him and eventually you give in. the study, not-a-date, is going well until you and azul finally catch each other in a stare off. neither of you were sneaky enough to keep the other from noticing each other’s wandering gaze. part of you wanted to shut the books and leap over the dining table to make-out with him. how would he react had your lips pressed his own? you were about to speak, but instead, azul spoke. “ i don’t think either of us are particularly interested in studying any longer. we should do something else, ”
you can’t tell me that…
floyd isn’t that hot guy on the basketball team who is constantly bothering you, his friend from high school, to become team manager. it would be easier just to agree at this point. he’s always talking about how the extracurricular points would look good on your resume, even though he quite frankly doesn’t know the first thing about resumes, nor does he care for them at all. he just wants to spend even more time with you. your differing majors and paths ended up pulling you both apart slowly and he wanted to stop that somehow. so, after days and days of bother you, and buying your lunches, you finally caved and became the team manager. surprisingly enough, you ended up having a lot of fun, and you got even closer to floyd. close enough to say you were head over heels for him. you didn’t blame yourself, though. you couldn’t, not when each big game he pointed at you and called you his lucky charm. “ this one’s for you ! “
you can’t tell me that…
jade isn’t that mysterious guy in your nature studies class. he always looks so enthralled with the plants around him, his eyes never seeming to drift off and his heart completely in it. you once worked on a project with him and figured out that he was organized as he was passionate. all it took was one joke about shiitake mushrooms being avid gossipers, and he was in love with you. he even began meeting you in the hall, escorting you to your classes while he went on and on about his love for fungi. he was still enigmatic, and there was still way more you needed to learn about him before you’d be completely comfortable in his presence, but his endearing love for mushrooms felt so innocent that had he wanted to trap you, you would have walked straight into it. it was hard not to fall. jade was beautiful as he was charming, and you couldn’t resist his voice when he said, “ let’s go on a little camping trip. just the two of us and the sky above. “
tags ,,, @ghost-hyacinth @yakoko @pandoa @idiaia @sleepybunboo @mlk082
dm me or send an ask if you’d like to be on it as well !
sorry everybody, he's taken :/
they cheat on you
#- REVENGE IS BEST SERVED COLD.
featuring !! ace trappola &&. deuce spade, azul ashengrotto &&. floyd leech, leona kingscholar &&. ruggie bucchi, kalim al-asim &&. jamil viper
azul ashengrotto &&. floyd leech
azul had always been… ambitious. you remember when you first met him, his passion enthralling and aspirations exciting as you fell heart first into all that was azul ashengrotto. and you fell hard.
you think that a small part of you always knew that his love was unattainable. but you clutched onto his sick words as he promised that he’d change for you, as he lied that he’d change for you. the ideal of a twisted man pulling himself together for someone like you was too romantic to pass up.
and you loved him. you really did. you loved him, and loved him, and loved him until you lost him.
you found him two-timing you with some other man one year later. you remember his tears then, the tears that fell and fell and fell until there was nothing left. you remember how he felt, shaking in your arms, as you cried with him and tried to untie the knots in your brain.
“we can work this out,” he had said, “we can think of something.”
you remember the anger, but you also remember the doubt. azul promised you that ariel, his part time-lover, was just a fling. a summer’s romance. something that meant nothing when you meant everything. and you almost believed him. how could someone like you suffice for the azul ashengrotto? how could someone like you keep the businessman occupied? he still loved you, right? right?
“wrong,” floyd leech had told you, filing his nails lazily in the mostro lounge as you cried once again in the back booth the two of you shared.
you remember sniffling to him in the corner, using his arm as a tissue to wipe away your tears. “why’re you helping me?”
“cause m’ bored.” he had drawled. and then he grinned at you. a grin so sadistic your tears stopped, a smile so heart-achingly charming you couldn’t do anything but gape up at him.
and that was it. days passed. weeks passed. months passed. you got a part time job at the greenery. you learned how to bake. you mastered that spell that azul had been teaching you for months. you’re also still a student. a senior, at that, but a student nonetheless. oh, and you’re dating floyd now.
floyd filled the holes that azul left. he mended you until you became someone better than you were, picked up your pieces (despite his blatant complaints) and helped you move on. you loved azul. but you yearn for floyd.
“do we hafta go?” floyd whines, tugging on your sleeve as you patiently lead him to the mostro lounge. “don’t wanna see you cry your eyes out again when you lay your eyes on azul.”
you laugh, instead. “this is a celebration for mostro lounge. i don’t care if azul is there. i want to celebrate you.”
floyd begrudgingly pushes you lightly inside, guiding the small of your back with his hands as he tries to blink back his bright red blush. jade grins at him behind pointed gloves, smiling wickedly.
“it’s the first time they haven’t flinched after hearing azul’s name.”
azul sees you as soon as you enter the room. he always does. his eyes naturally find your figure wherever you are, and tonight is no different.
his heart jumps at your smile. you look so happy. he lets himself bathe in your sunlight for mere seconds more until he meets the figure of floyd leech, hand lingering on your back as he blushes down at you.
azul’s never seen him blush before.
the tap on his back pulls him out of his trance, as his new lover gazes up at him with a forlorn smile. they know he still loves you. everyone knows. azul was a shell of himself since you left him, a figure of the man he once was. he’s surprised the mostro lounge is still open today. if it weren’t for the leeches steady reassurance, the business would have quickly gone under in the wake of your departure.
he takes one more look at the two of you before turning away, his smile tight. floyd may love you now, but he loved you first.
ace trappola &&. deuce spade
ace trappola always acts before he thinks. you learn the depths of this on a hot summer morning, his phone in your grasp and your heart in your hands as you read the notifications on his screen.
“ace?” you had called, device tumbling out of your fingertips. “isn’t this, isn’t this your ex?”
the girlfriend he ghosted. the ex-girlfriend saved with hearts in her contact name as she asked him, lovesick, when they could meet up next. you know she’s in love because that’s how you texted ace.
he told you it’s not what you thought it was. “it’s not cheating!” he had exclaimed, grabbing his phone from you. “you weren’t supposed to know.”
the two of you didn’t keep secrets.
“ace,” you had asked, lips wobbling, “what is it then?”
“just… just some fun!” ace replied. “leave me alone if you’re gonna be so pissy about it.”
so you did leave. you left and tried your very hardest not to look back.
he never texted you. you waited by your phone for days, lying under your covers with your ringer turned on full volume, waiting for a single message to come back to him. one message, and you would be his.
the message never came.
ace disappeared from your life in a heartbeat. left your bones aching and heart torn as you wondered how everything could end the way it did. you always knew about ace’s history with ghosting, just didn’t know he would do it to you.
enter: deuce spade
you’d always been familiar with deuce. student extraordinaire, a little on the himbo side. him showing up at your door with flowers, however, was not familiar.
you remember opening your door to find deuce spade of all people, looking extremely bashful as he held a pair of your favorite flowers, a little sheepish as he told you he missed seeing you around.
“are you okay?” he had asked, rubbing his neck. an awkward tell. you told him you weren’t.
deuce came everyday after that. brought you notes from class. a meal, here and there. comforted you on your worst days, held you as you cried into his arms.
he was warm. he was warm, he was here, and you loved him.
eventually you made up with ace. you missed him, too.
ace breaks under the gaze of a flickering hallway light. it mocks him. glimmers on and off as it illuminates two figures in tender electricity, a gentle glow surrounding you as you smile. you look happy. his fingers twitch at his sides, leg tapping uncontrollably as he watches you behind aching palms, the palms that belong to you. belonged. the ones you used to nurse back to health after his basketball practices, the ones that used to hold you like a lifeline at night, the ones that used to be utterly and irrevocably yours.
the light flickers off, and he hears you laugh. If he closes his eyes, it’s him you’re laughing at, him you’re giggling at. .
the light flickers on, and ace’s eyes snap open. you’re still laughing, but it’s different. it’s wrong. it’s deuce you’re laughing at, it’s deuce you’re holding onto, it’s deuce you stare at as you struggle to regain your composure after some joke he mentioned.
he thinks his heart stops when you look at him. your eyes are still smiling, still crinkled in a silent laugh, the eyes that haunt his dreams at night and follow him through waking. he doesn’t feel himself walk over, only feels the warmth that radiates off of you as he approaches your desk.
“since when was deucey funny?” he snickers, arms settling across his chest to hide the way his fingers ache for yours. his smile gradually falls when deuce just laughs, grinning at you with his arm slung lazily around your shoulders.
“since two minutes ago,” you grin, scooting into deuce’s side. “the both of you are about as funny as a piece of wood.”
the look you share with deuce makes his heart drop, pottery against marble as it stutters across the ground, shattering.
he thinks you deserve each other, he really does. but when he’s curled into himself, eyes bleak and throat sore, he wonders why. why deuce of all people decided to heal you. he wishes it were anyone else. when ace is alone at night, he thinks about how he lost both his best friend and his soulmate because of his immaturity.
leona kingscholar &&. ruggie bucchi
leona didn’t want to come. he tries hard to swallow past the lump in his throat. the hard pill to swallow that was you, always you.
you’re dancing in the center of the room, robes swinging as you move, as you laugh.
he finds himself smiling bitterly. he remembers when you laughed at him like that. swirling mosaics and flashing images of a relationship filled with laughter and love fill leona’s mind, a relationship that shattered as soon as he brought someone else into it.
and leona truly paid the price.
he never noticed how crucial of a role you played in his life until he woke up and you weren’t there anymore, until he woke up and found you had moved on.
he knows he broke a part of you. he was your first love. he watched you from afar as you stopped attending classes, stopped taking care of yourself. and he continued watching as ruggie bucchi entered the picture, replaced him, and claimed your heart. you started coming back to class. you started smiling again.
leona could never hate ruggie. but a part of him loathes the hyena, loathes how he took his spot, loathes that you healed with someone other than him. but ruggie made you laugh again, and leona took peace with that.
he jolts back into reality and immediately swallows past his sore throat. he stomachs the pain as he watches you whisper into ruggie’s ear, looking at him so lovesickenly it makes his heart hurt. you looked at ruggie like how leona used to look at you. and he hates it.
kalim al-asim &&. jamil viper
kalim feels his heart drop as soon as you enter the room.
you look beautiful. you always do. kalim finds himself admiring the glitter in your eyes and the smile on your lips.
you meets his eyes and he loses the ability to speak. you smile softly at him, and he feels like the only man in the room. you had that effect. you’re waving wildly at himas you point towards the court, grinning now. oh, kalim thinks. right.
he feels his stomach knot as his gaze readjusts, down to the jersey you’re wearing, with the surname ‘viper’ embroidered onto the back as you cheer from the audience.
jamil viper. kalim swallows.
he remembers begging jamil to rethink dating you. remembers begging him to be with anyone but you. kalim knew jamil would agree. he knew jamil would drop you at a moments haste as soon as he reminded him whose family he served, knew it was selfish of him, but you were you. what he didn’t know, however, was jamil’s actual answer.
“no, kalim.” he had refused, crossing his arms. “i don’t think i will.”
kalim couldn’t do anything but gape at jamil as jamil left him alone in the scarabia commons.
now as he watches jamil scanning the crowd for a glimpse of you, blushing when he finds you, he can’t help but regret ever losing you to someone else.
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*Floyd sitting in the hallway*
Mc: What are you doing Floyd? Damn is that my phone? Give it back. *grabs phone from Floyd*
Floyd: Eeeeeh~ Hi Shrimpy. I was bored so I took the liberty of editing your phone contacts.
Mc: YOU DID WHAT?! *Look at phone* Now my phone is full of fairy tale characters. Have you ever thought about getting a hobby? Disturbing me doesn't count.
Floyd: Shrimpy is boooooooring. Hey, what if we played a game where you try to guess the name of the owner of a phone number based on the new contact information?
Mc: You're not going to leave me alone? Okay let's play this game. *scrolls phone records* Dwarf? It has to be Riddle right?
Floyd: Yeeeee. That is correct.
Mc: Okay. Who is the seagull? *long moment of thought* That's Rook? Right?
Floyd: Yeeeee right answer again.
Mc: Okay. Who is the "future boyfriend"? Is that Azul?
Floyd: *annoyed* No Mc it's not Azul.
Mc: Okay so is it Sebek?
Floyd: *more annoyed* No Mc it's not Sebek.
Mc: Is it.... Kaaaaaaliiiim?
Floyd: NO MC! That's is my number.
Mc: Oooooh. Did you know Floyd "my future boyfriend" has always been my favorite fairy tale character.
Flirting attempt failed...
“I don’t know how else to say this… do you want to make out on my couch?”
GN!Reader x Octavinelle (Azul, Floyd, Jade)
Smooching, implied mutual pining and suggestive themes, but nothing explicit. Reader is not physically described.
Savannahclaw | Scarabia | Octinavielle | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Heartslabyul | Diasomnia
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“Prefect, if you wanted to make a deal you could have just…” Azul seems to have begun reciting a canned response, one hand splayed on his chest and the other beginning to push up his glasses until he perfectly freezes in place at the realization of just what it was you asked him.
His icy eyes snap to yours in bewilderment and for once the ever-prepared businessman looks like he got hit by a truck. You weren’t going to pass this chance by.
“Oh? So you are on the table? I guess everything has a price, huh?” You giggle, smoothing your hands around the hem of his collar. You take advantage of the proximity to stare at his nervously bobbing adam's apple as Azul thickly swallows. Oh man, it’s mean to tease him like this… but…
“If having you were my wish, what would it cost me?” you say, looking up your lashes at Azul to gauge his reaction.
Azul’s mouth opens and closes uselessly, his ears flush crimson as he desperately tries to will the stalled gears in his head to turn again. You weren’t sure if he’d even looked cuter than he did right now.
“Ahah… well, I mean… this is an unprecedented request so I would need to calculate my uh expenses, the payroll deductions, line item taxes and…” his babbling trails off, clearly not sure of what he possibly is supposed to do in this situation.
He studied night and day, he voraciously devoured every single written word he could, academic and… less so as well… but in the index cards of his learning that he shuffled desperately through to find an answer, he was drawing a blank.
Azul finally broke eye contact with you and gazed towards the ground in thought, crossing his arms as his face spread into a soft smile.
“F-For you…” he pointed his finger into the distance as if he was indicating a point on a map you should see. He complimented this pose by tilting his head inquisitively to the side, handsomely framing his face with the longest curl of his silver hair
“It’s… it’s on the house.” he finally finished. Unfortunately, his attempt at a suave swoon-worthy line did not quite deliver the impact he wanted it to. Azul was flushing even deeper than he had been before trying to lay a cringy line on you. Oh god, why is he trying to be cool right now?
“Oh…” you gasped softly, “well, aren’t I just the luckiest?” you say with a grin. Taking the opportunity of your response causing Azul to lower his arms in relief, you grasped Azul by his lapels and pulled him forward into you. You carefully placed and most gentle kiss you could manage on him.
At first, Azul’s arms hovered at his sides, seemingly mirroring the frozen state he was in when you had first asked your scandalously forward question.
Within a brief second of pause, his hands were on you, desperately grasping and groping at every bit of you he could touch. Azul’s breathing sped up as he quietly moaned and gasped into your rapidly intensifying kiss.
When you two finally separated, Azul’s chest was heaving, his eyes were glassy and his perfect waves were mussed and thrown about.
Setting his mouth in a straight line, Azul looks at you with determination. Just as you were about to ask him why he was screwing up his lovely face, you felt yourself being lifted from the ground and Azul quickly tromped the both of you across the ratty living room, over to your well-worn couch.
You gasped in surprise but quickly remembered just how strong mermen seemed to be, even if they weren’t the most graceful on land. While Azul had never been one for flying during PE, you had caught him lifting suspiciously heavy objects more than once in other scenarios.
Throwing you down in a way that was perhaps less graceful than he intended, Azul nevertheless climbed on top of you in a hurry, his breath being barely visible in the air of the cool night.
His blue eyes shined from the moonlight streaming into the Ramshackle lounge, but the low light did little to hide the sheen of spit on his lips and the reddening of every square inch of his visible body.
Azul’s hands were all over you yet again, and with the amount he was able to do so quickly, you would think that he had more than two of them. Lovingly stroking, tugging, testing, caressing, it felt like he was afraid that if he stopped for even a moment he would miss something vitally important.
Hat on the ground, scarf tossed to the side, Azul set upon the rest of the garters and contraptions that held his dapper uniform to his body. He repeatedly got distracted by seeing you below him, and just as soon as he would remove one glove, he would jump back to you, smothering your skin with his touch and then undoing one or two buttons of your own. It was slow going, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Look… prefect…” Azul began, his eyes earnestly staring into yours with an indiscernible emotion. He sighed deeply and started his full sentence again.
“You… you’re not signing a contract with me but… regardless I’m…” his eyes drifted off to the side, clearly contemplating how to finish his declaration.
“I am swearing to you right now. I will-! I will write it down if you want me to…” he said, his voice getting louder and more confident.
“Regardless I… I am going to do everything I can to make sure that you will never forget tonight.”
“Oh? Are you trying to come on to a poor innocent eel, like me, shrimpy?”
Floyd’s eyes seem to practically glow with mirth as he leans close to examine your face, cocking his head to the side as he slips ever closer. His ever-present slouch seems to against all reason make him seem even larger when he’s using it to crowd you like this.
“I never thought that you would try to take advantage of my innocence, you know? Poor sweet me. A naive little moray amongst all of these cunning humans…” Floyd's shoulders are visibly shaking as he seems to barely be able to contain his giggles.
You came this far though, and he hasn’t said no.
Calling his bluff, you snake closer to his ear and push his long strand of dark hair back behind it.
“Do you want that, Floyd? Do you want me to sully your squeaky-clean reputation? To take advantage of you? ”
Floyd’s eyes widen as he stands eerily still for just a moment. After a few seconds of you genuinely worrying if he needed to blink, Floyd finally closed his eyes and fully shook with the laughter that he had been holding back through the entire conversation.
Wiping a tear from his eye, he gasped a few more times until finally settling down, eyes sparkling as he again leaned back down to crowd you just as he had been a minute before, quickly getting back into the character. You weren't sure why he was so attached to this bit, but you were willing to play along.
Putting his hands on either side of your head, he grinned in a way that best put his sharp teeth on display as Floyd proceeded to pin you to the door like a butterfly waiting to be mounted on a frame. All this talk about being helpless and he was going to be the one pinning you down, huh?
“I hope you understand what you’re getting into.” He whispers before finally closing the gap between his mouth and yours.
His kisses are messy and unrefined, but even so, you could tell that he wanted them just as badly as you had.
You could hear Floyd quietly whimper and sigh against your lips, chasing you every time you tried to separate from him to grab a breath and insistently pulling you back against him.
“Heya… shrimpy…” Floyd finally pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, speaking in between labored pants, his bright eyes boring into your own.
“You really want me, right? This is really happening, right?”
You weren’t sure why he was asking, but you nodded.
“Yes… I really…” he cuts you off with his mouth again and his left-hand drifts to the doorknob behind you to throw it open, tripping you both in the process.
You land on the ground with a yelp, while Floyd just lands on top of you, eyes dreamy and grin wide.
“Hey…. Can I? Do you want to?”
You sigh at him in fond exasperation.
“Do I want to do what, Floyd?”
Floyd’s giggles seem to keep him from speaking as he lowers his face to your neck to nip and playfully pepper you with the ghosts of kisses.
“Do you want to go further?”
You were mildly surprised to hear Floyd ask so respectfully, but were a little less impressed to see that he had been stripping without waiting to hear your answer.
“Floyd! You’re not even gonna wait to see if I say yes?” His eyes widen for just a moment as he stops himself with his shirt tangled around his head and the long sleeves wrapped around his neck in a stranglehold. He blinks owlishly and then puts his arms down carefully, trying not to rip the clothes that you feel he would have shredded if he were in a worse mood.
“...oh, yeah.” He pulls down his shirt for just a moment as he stares at you, holding perfectly still as he stares at you expectantly.
“The answer is yes.' you say, immediately flinching at the happy squeal that erupts from Floyd as he resumes tossing the clothing that was already partially hanging off of his body halfway across the room.
Floyd tackles you back to the floor and peppers your face in small ticklish kisses, you giggle and swat at him but he refuses to give it up.
“I hope you’re ready to take responsibility for being such a bad influence on sweet, little ol’ me.” he says, a malicious grin once again spreading across his face.
“It might take all night.”
Complete and utter silence. If you didn’t know better you would have thought that Jade didn’t hear you, but you were well aware that he had.
You turned slowly to look at him, preparing yourself to be turned down. People don’t just sit in silence because they’re stoked about what just happened, right?
To your surprise, Jade seemed to just be observing you, hand on his chin like you were a specimen under his watch, a slight smile washing over his features as he waited patiently.
He seemed to be waiting for something, which honestly pisses you off considering the fact that the person who had just risked it all in a moment of horny weakness was you and not him. You could feel the tips of your ears burning as you tried to keep your composure.
“Are you going to respond?”
Jade tapped his gloved finger to his chin, innocently tilting his head to the side in a facade of faux confusion that greatly contrasted with the smug air that oozed out of his every pore.
“I was just basking in the moment,” Jade stated frankly, finally taking a slow step to close the gap between you.
Jade peeled off his gloves and stuffed them into his jacket pocket, trailing his now bare hand down your forearm to lace his fingers in between yours.
It felt strangely intimate, to tell the truth. His skin was shockingly soft and you marvel at how immaculate his hands appear to be even though both his job and hobbies involve working with his hands.
Jade slowly tugs you inside and proceeds to elegantly settle himself on your couch, allowing you to flop unceremoniously opposite him.
He’s staring again, but his smile seems more genuine this time, not like his usual grin that never touches his eyes. This smile felt fond and disarming, a smile that you were not sure you ever had the pleasure of seeing before.
Jade reached over and threaded his fingers at the base of your head, tangling his grasp in your hair and gently tugging at your roots. Soft but still insistent, he pulls you forward to him.
His other hand deftly began unbuttoning your collar, pushing the fabric to the side to get a better view of your clavicle. Jade’s hand drifted lower and pressed firmly against the left side of your chest. At first glance, you might think that he was feeling you up, but you soon realized that he was actually trying to feel your heartbeat.
“Can I conduct an experiment? I promise it will be a pleasant one,” he said softly, his mismatched eyes drifting to your lips thoughtfully.
With a swallow, you slowly nodded. You could only hope he was telling the truth.
Jade’s body pushed further into yours until you could finally feel his petal-soft lips gliding over yours, warm breath mixing in gasps and murmurs.
“Hahh… just as I thought,” Jade mumbles as you part reluctantly from a particularly heated kiss. “It sped up. That means you meant it, right?”
Your face flushed at his implication. Does he think you would try to come on to him as a joke?
“Of course I meant it!” you said with a frown.
“I know,” Jade responded, lowering his face to kiss at the point where your shoulder met your neck. “I just had to prove it.”
Your breathing sped up as you tried not to make pathetic noises while Jade nursed on your pulse point. After a moment, his forehead landed on your shoulder with a quiet thump, and Jade heaved a quiet sigh. You look down at him questioningly, smoothing down his hair with your palm as he sat in silence.
“I think I am going to have to spend some time finding out just how fast I can make it beat,” he said finally, springing up from his place against your shoulder to push you back-first onto the couch.
His hands were quick, one working up the hem of your shirt as the other traced your bottom lip with his thumb.
“Alas, there’s only one way to find out for sure, hmm? This will be a fine study, don't you think?”
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Inbox me your requests and suggestions and I would love to write more.
Also tomorrow is my birthday so if you want to scream about these boys with me that would be a great present. 🥰
Also: would any of you be interested in NSFW continuations or nah?
Thanks for reading! Love you!
Yuu: Why is your back all scratched up?
Floyd: ( flashbacks to him chasing a racoon after Azul told him to leave it alone )
Floyd, panicking: I'm having an affair.
Well-well-well, I see request are open~
Demon AU with Octotrio. How will each of them devour the soul of their master? Can you do this, please~?
Tw: suggestive, mentions of blood, reader being undressed, gore
Please do not read if any of this makes you uncomfortable!
Gentle touches down your spine, fingers as cold as ice running down your back, sending shivers down your spine.
You always knew that it’ll happen.
That didn’t make it any less scary.
“Master… look at me.” Nails brushing at the side of your chin, sliding into the flesh and bone of your face. Tilting it up ever so gently. Eyes the calm colour of the ocean when light shone through the waves, casting gradients of blue, waxing and waning like the shadows of a flame.
You wonder if this was what a drowning person felt. Not wild, hurling waves crashing into your body with reckless abandon. Just the subtle pressure of water filling your nostrils, slipping into your lungs. Chugging up your airways, turning your brain into soft, light sea foam, rising to the surface. Your head felt heavy, eyelids flickering, your surroundings blurring like a pallet of water colour thrown into the seas. Throat burning, the inner skin of your lungs prickling like a thousand needles, begging for some air, any air.
“What a brilliant blue.”
The touches stopped. Arms wrapped around your waist as a weight rested on your chest. Strands of white poke at your skin as something warm slid down your body.
You tried to raise your arm, fingers trembling. Even your own arm felt oh, so heavy. You discarded the attempt, before letting your arm fall by your side, thumping against the cool cotton of your bed.
He noticed, though. He always noticed everything, when it came to you. A pair of smooth hands carefully wrapped them around your arm, pulling it to his hair. You sigh, content as you run your fingers through his soft hair, strands as white as the falling snow.
“How are you feeling, Master?”
A faint chuckle crawls its way out of your throat, hanging feebly in the air.
“You’re about to eat me, Azul. How should I be feeling?”
Azul nuzzles deeper into your chest, tentacles looping around your legs, Their slime dripping, coating your legs with translucent gruel.
“Honoured?” He offers, ever the helpful servant. Although there wasn’t any attempt to cover the gleeful glint in his eyes.
His arms set you onto the bed,mumbling something about making you comfortable. Your lips turn up slightly. He still cares about you, doesn’t he?
Its a shame his demonic urges overuse those feelings. Hunger is such a cruel master, is it not?
You smile at him warmly, raising your hands with all the strength that you could muster, inviting him closer.
“Take me, my dear Azul. Now, and forever.”
With all your years with Floyd by your side, You’ve never gotten used to his unbridled enthusiasm for anything that catches his interest.
He’s like an ocean; clear azure blue waves lapping at the sandy shores, sometimes playfully seizing your items, sweeping them out in the currents. Sometimes, a wild ferocious beast, trashing against both metal and wooden hulls alike, the waters churning and growling like the depths of a hungry stomach, seeking to devour everything whole.
Today wasn’t an exception. Floyd saw no reason to conceal his demonic features. Long, darkened claws imbedded into the soft plush of your flesh, tearing away at your veins. Scales lined his arms, shimmering under the dull light of your lights. You traced the curves of his arms, fingers bumping against rough texture of his natural armour.
“Nee, Master, are you having fun?” He drawls, eyes narrowed. There was a certain predatory gleam in his eyes.
It was to be expected, considering that the role of master and servant had been reversed.
He no longer had to be tied to you, and judging by the pure, unadulterated joy he took in biting down into your neck? Floyd was loving every single second.
The metallic smell of fresh blood clung onto your body, sinking its tendrils into your neck, sliding its way into your shirt, blooming into ghastly flowers of crimson.
A suitable banquet for your demise, you muse. Flowers as red as blood, as this beast laid his fangs deep into the one who he addressed as master.
You manage a shaky laugh, before your arms find his waist, pulling him down, close enough to hear the dull pitter patter of his heart.
If you were to leave, you’ll do so by the fury of his passion.
“I’m all yours, Floyd.”
You squirmed in your seat, leaning into the demon beside you. His nimble fingers make quick work of your collar, exposing your collarbones. You shiver, the cold air chilling you to the bone.
“Jade, is this… really necessary?” Hand rubbing the back of your neck, you stare at him,as his hands moved to relieve you of the rest of your clothing.
“Of course, master. It is your last night after all. Might as well make it an enjoyable one.” He stroked the back of your hand, affection leaking from his gaze. The same gaze he reserved for certain mushroom breeds.
You’ve learnt to take it as a compliment. Jade was Jade, for better or worse. You honestly thought that you would have struggled more, hating the demon whose sly words ensnared you into his trap.
But everything he did was so Jade. The way he pinched the tip of your toes before sliding your socks off in one fluid motion. The patronising way he gazed up at you, eyes full of nothing but sickeningly sweet affection.
As well as the ghostly way his touches just barely gazed your skin, sending a army of goosebumps rushing up the surface of your skin. He guides you to the bed, chuckling as you wince, your back hitting the mattress a little too hard for comfort.
He straddles you, half lidded eyes brimming with the smoking start of lust, kindling deep in those mismatched eyes of his.
Jade dips his head, before your hand meets his face, holding him back. Your fingers tremble, as you push him back, folding your legs under yourself.
Jade doesn’t let out a single word of protest, rising back up in a seated position, hands folded in his lap. He stares quizzically at you, gesturing for you to speak.
Oh, how the tables turn.
“Wouldn’t it be better if you just devoured me in one gulp?” You muttered. “You don’t have to… cater to my needs, now the contract’s.. fulfilled.”
To your surprise, he bursts out laughing, covering his lips with the back of his hand.
“ My dear master, how savage did you think I was?”
With a deft swipe of his arms, he has both of your arms held in a firm grip above you, his leaky form caging you underneath him.
“I prefer to fully savour my meals. Indulge me, Master. I promise I will not disappoint.”
crowley is (finally) allowing you the choice of leaving ramshackle to move to whichever dorm you please, but you’re still unsure which one to choose. knowing that, everyone is trying to win you over.
author’s note : out of curiousity— of the 7 dorms, which would you choose to live at and why?
part 2 here!
“so, prefect! tell me, which dorm would you like to move to?”
you froze up. you have to make the decision now? “w-way to put me on the spot..” you muttered under your breath, nervously looking at crowley who was expecting an answer. you like all the dorms! how are you supposed to choose just one?
“i’ll go with… heartslabyul? no, no, scarabia! wait, scratch that, i’ll move to pomefi—”
crowley put a hand in front of you, stopping you from speaking any further. “it seems to me that you’re unsure, but it’s no problem! because i’m so very kind, i will give you as much time as you need to consider.”
“thank you, i’ll be thinking things over!” you waved before exiting his office. the door closed and crowley grinned, spinning around in his chair and rubbing his hands together.
“and i will be informing all your little friends that you’re still uncertain on which dorm to move to— a headmaster must keep himself entertained somehow!”
riddle is stressed, brainstorming different ways to convince you to come. he totally might just make a powerpoint presentation on why heartslabyul is the ideal dorm to be in, which is gold.
cater is just acting like he always does. he feels no need to do anything extra, isn’t he charming enough as is to bring you to heartslabyul?
ace “you and me are best friends” trappola. he absolutely exploits the fact that he’s one of the people to you, if not the closest. he bugs you about it so much though, it’s almost becoming counterproductive— not that he realizes it.
like most other times, deuce is dragged into ace’s scheme. and he totally buys that it’ll work too! they have the same logic of “we’re best friends, so they’ll choose us” and they’re gonna die on that hill. of course, until it comes out that you don’t choose them.
trey’s just caught up in the mess. he’s said “riddle, calm down”, “ace, leave them alone— you too, deuce”, and “thank god you’re so chill, cater” so many times.
leona doesn’t put in a lot of effort— he’s already certain you’re gonna choose his dorm. he’s not overbearing, you’re given a lot of free rein, and though the dorm members can be pretty combative, he’ll drive ‘em away if they try to mess with you. why would you go for any of the others?
ruggie’s got nowhere near as much confidence as leona does about this, so he’s going overboard with giving you gifts, doing little acts of service for you, buttering you up with (sincere) praise, anything that might make you gravitate towards picking savanaclaw.
as per ruggie’s request, jack’s (trying to) act sweeter than he normally is, but he just can’t— it’s way too embarrassing for him. he just ends up acting like the regular old him. and spills ruggie’s plan.
persuasion? it’s azul’s time to shine. he’s a master at this stuff, but there’s one mistake he’s making— he’s being so damn persistent and borderline annoying about it! the number one way to drive away customers! unless you’re a fan of that kind of behavior, it’s hard to even consider moving to octavinelle.
but you think it’s hard to catch a break from azul? pfft, he’s got nothing on floyd. there’s hardly any breathing room with him, literally and figuratively. he’s squeezing you nearly every second he’s with you and it’s hard to think around him.
jade just watches from the sidelines. he’s restraining himself from laughing as he sees azul trailing after you like he’s lost or floyd glomping you to the ground. when you’re tired of their antics and manage to get away, he’ll pour you a cup of tea (on the house!), asking if you’re alright. he’s octavinelle’s only hope.
kalim is basically like, “i don’t wanna sway your opinion, BUT—” he’ll tell you the most amazing things about living in scarabia and how cool the dorm and their members are with the biggest grin on his face. he hypes it up so much it’s sounding like the perfect place.
there’s not a lot left for jamil to do is doing since kalim’s doing pretty much all the work. just to pull you in a little closer though, he’ll give you more treats (made by him) during the day, sometimes reminding you that you could have his cooking every day if you lived at scarabia.
now, vil is sure you already have your sights set on pomefiore— but he’s not gonna take any chances! so he sends rook and epel to spend some time with you. or in other words, advertise their dorm. he’s expecting to see you with luggage soon, asking where their spare room is.
rook is having a field day, he’s probably having the most fun out of everyone here. he’s reciting poems he wrote just for the occasion and practically throwing flower bouquets at you, all while epel…
epel stands off to the side, awkwardly watching rook. he freezes up when told by rook to “show y/n how much you want them to choose pomefiore!” and his brain malfunctions, trying to put together a poetic sentence. all that came out was, “i’ll.. cut apple slices for you..?” not quite what rook had in mind, but it’s beautiful in it’s own way.
idia is extremely anxious— he wants you to pick his dorm, but has no idea how to convince you into doing it. or even how to make his dorm look like an appealing place to be. he feels like the greatness of his dorm pales in comparison to the other ones, so he kinda just hopes a miracle will happen and you’ll choose ignihyde.
oh, malleus is dead set on having you in diasomnia, you have no idea— he’s pulling out all the stops, pulling so many strings. wins “the most desperate” trophy by a landslide. it’s hard to tell though when he seems so nonchalant.
everyone’s trying so hard, it’s amusing, lilia thinks. it all looked like a ton of fun, so of course he was gonna hop onto the “winning you over” bandwagon! he’ll recount all the fun stories he and his dorm mates have had at diasomnia! such as studying gargoyles, and training, and the horrific yet oddly comedic injuries had during training… you question if lilia is throwing you off on purpose.
sebek’s bugging you whenever he gets the chance, boasting about his dorm. diasomnia is the best dorm all around! not only do you have the pleasure of worshipping the young lord, there’s plenty of fun things to do— don’t mind the dark, intimidating atmosphere! now, why don’t you just go and tell the headmaster your choice already?
silver honestly doesn’t know what he’s doing, he’s just goin’ with the flow. when sebek sent him after you, it was a bit awkward. he just said, “you can protect malleus with us and take naps with me :)” and called it a day. is it not enough to have you completely sold though? ♡
you let out a groan as you slumped on top of your bed, grim following after you.
“these guys have been draggin’ you all around! they’re treatin’ this like war!”
“no kidding.” you sighed, turning over on your back. “crowley just had to tell them, didn’t he? now they’re all trying so hard, it’s just making deciding on only one of them more difficult. i don’t wanna hurt any feelings.”
. . .
“should i just eeny-meeny-miny-moe it?”
Yuu: Never play the guess who game with Floyd.
Grim: What do you mean?
Yuu, covering Floyd's eyes: Guess who~?
Floyd: *flips Yuu over his shoulder*
Yuu: It's me! It's me! It's me!
Twisted Wonderland Drabbles - “Where did you get that wound?”
Characters: gn!reader, Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle
Notes: And here is my official entry into the Twisted Wonderland fandom. Hope it’s alright, comments and constructive criticism accepted :D (No but seriously please tell me what you think) Also, we all know that Night Raven College is an all boy’s school, but I mean, read it as you’d like, pretend it’s co-ed if that fits you, or whatever.
Warnings: fluff, soft boys, established relationships, not proofread, still trying to get everyone’s personalities down, please tell me if there’s any pronoun slips
Personal favourites in this work: Leona and Jack
“...Y/N’s late,” and Riddle hated that. Rules were simply to be followed, no exceptions whatsoever. Well, aside from you, that is. He held you at the same expectations as everyone, or at least tried to. He’d always had the thought that whoever he ended up with had to be rule-abiding and could keep up with his expectations.
After being together for a few months, however, he found that you were 85% rule abiding, matching his expectations...The remaining 15%...He unexpectedly still loved unconditionally.
Truthfully he wasn’t all that mad that you were late, what he was worried about was the fact that you were rarely late, not for this much, at least.
“Riidddlleeee~!” He huffed and crossed his arms above his chest, leaning back into the black and red Heartslabyul tea chair as he sees your form gradually getting closer. You huffed and puffed, though your face is painted with a smile that makes him feel so much at ease, he doubts there’s anything else in the world that’ll make him feel the same way.
“You’re late,” he states matter-a-factly and you laugh nervously, your left hand coming up behind your head to scratch it. “Mmhmm, potions class ended a little late. Sorry, is the tea cold?” you sit down on the other empty chair, there’s already tea poured for you and again, you reach your left hand out to grip the tiny teacup handle, taking a small sip.
He forgives your tardiness, not pushing it further. The two of you fall into easy conversation, updating each other on what was happening in your respective classes while enjoying the tarts. You hold the fork with your left hand, and that’s when Riddle stands, swiftly maneuvering himself beside you and holding your right elbow in a strong grip, moving it upwards to get a glimpse of your hand.
As he thought, your right hand is covered in bandages from the fingertips all up to your wrist. His eyes narrow at the discovery. “Your right hand is your dominant hand, I was finding it strange you kept using your left,” You aren’t even surprised that he noticed, but he was definitely going to scold you now.
“What’s this? Something I should know about?” He moves his hold to just below the wrist, careful not to aggravate anything. “...Just an accident from potions class...” you finally admit, a little pouty that you had to reveal it. He scans your face carefully for any trace of dishonesty, but he didn’t think he saw any. He then sighs and carefully traces the bandages lightly with a fingertip.
“You should tell me these things, but I’ll worry about your punishment later,” and proceeds to drag his chair to sit right next to you. You’re aware that he hasn’t let go of your right hand, laying it on his lap and covering it with his, rubbing his thumb over the bandages in soothing back and forth movements while his other cuts the tart for you.
“It’s difficult eating with your left, right?” There is the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips, as if he was secretly pleased by this opportunity to feed you.
“Hm~ Nothing interesting on Magicam today, it looks like,” Cater hums to himself while eating lunch, the fork tapping on his plate as he’s engrossed at just looking at his phone. If Riddle saw him right now he’d be livid at how the fork tapping was just making unnecessary noise. Trey sat next to him, properly eating his lunch, unlike Cater who liked to check his social media first, before doing anything else.
“Your food’s getting cold, Cater,” Trey reminded, to which Cater only replied to with a brief sound of agreement. Trey sighed, sometimes the only thing that could really get Cater’s attention was his phone and-- “Can I sit here?”
Cater’s eyes darted upwards at the familiar voice, his lips already upturning into a pleasant smile knowing that he’d be greeted with...your bandaged face. His phone drops with a loud clatter on the table, along with his jaw. He shoots up from his chair, eyes wide and trying to process that huge slab of white gauze on your left cheek. “What happened?!”
He was not expecting it, hence the unintended loudness in his voice that turns a few heads, causing Trey to hush Cater a bit and pull him back down on his seat. Cater’s body doesn’t listen. He wasn’t done questioning you about the obvious wound on your cheek. “Collided with someone during flying class,” you simply state, but shot an apologetic smile towards your boyfriend.
“And you didn’t call me as soon as it happened? Who took you to the infirmary? Did anyone even go with you?” You’d think that Trey was a worry wart, but Cater was just the same in certain situations. You laid your food tray on the table as Cater came around to your side and inspected your cheek a bit more, putting a hand under your chin and twisting your head left and right.
And finally, when he was sure that there was no real cause for alarm, he sighed in relief but had a mischievous grin on and swiftly snapped a photo of you, bandaged cheek and all, surprised look on your face at the suddenness of it. “This is for making me worry...” Cater mumbles to himself, tapping on his phone for a moment before pocketing it and making you sit next to him.
“Now come on, your food’s getting cold,” Cater says and Trey could not help the sense of deja vu he feels, holding back a sigh at the display. Moments later when you’ve all finished lunch and you whip your phone out, there’s a notification from Magicam that you’ve been tagged on a photo.
Of course Cater had posted it. A picture of you looking so unready for the camera, eyes slightly confused and gauze on your cheek. The caption read: “This one decided to give me a scare today. Honestly can’t let you out of my sight for even a moment. #stillcutetho #forevermycutie”
You couldn’t bring yourself to be annoyed at the ugly candid photo of you.
“Hey Trey, sorry, can we reschedule?” Your voice over the phone communicated raw regret. It wasn’t difficult to hear.
The two of you had been planning on going out of town for the weekend, just a quick broom ride out of the college and into a small town that was popular for their quaint and quiet cafes. Both of you had been looking forward to it for quite a while, Trey for the sweets, you for the change in atmosphere.
“Of course, what’s wrong?” He’d already been ready to go, backpack slung around his shoulder but he shrugs it off at your words. He’s extremely accommodating, and there are times where you truly thought you didn’t deserve such a kind guy. There isn’t any sign of anger in his voice, nor accusations. He should be a lot more angry than this, seeing as the two of you had been talking about the small trip for a while.
“Had an accident in PE lesson, my ankle’s sprained,” Though you can’t see it, his brows furrow at the information, turning to immediately leave his dorm room. “Where are you? At your dorm?” he sandwiches the phone in between his shoulder and cheek as he pushes his door open. “Yeah, I’m okay though, I already went to the infirmary, they gave me an anti-swelling potion and it’s bandaged.”
“Those’ll only last an hour at most, I’ll come over, just wait,” the finality in his voice is almost sweet, and when he arrives at your room minutes later, he has a plastic bag in his hand and a pastry box in the other. You’d been sitting on your bed at that moment, lightly swerving your foot around to maybe stretch and relieve it a bit more.
He carefully yet firmly embraces you in his arms as a greeting, breathing in your scent and exhaling slowly, then presses a kiss atop your head before kneeling in front of you and inspecting your ankle. He talks about the medications he brought with him, saying that he has relieving cream when the anti-swelling potion runs out, and some extra over the counter mini-dose potions for pain, if any.
He’s diligent and thorough in looking at it, just wanting to make sure it was really just a sprain instead of something more. “...It should be fine in a few days...Guess we can go next weekend instead?” He offers, looking up at you with a smile.
You return it half-heartedly. “Yeah...I’m sorry,” He chuckles lightly and kisses your forehead on his way up. “There’s no need for that, I’m just glad it isn’t something worse,” he then taps a finger on the white box he deposited on your bedside table. “Besides, cakes can be enjoyed anytime, anywhere. You most likely need to have extra to help heal your ankle,” he winks and although you’re always worried about gaining weight with his constant way of spoiling you, you also can never say no to his hand-made sweets.
Your schedule didn’t align with Ace’s on Mondays and Tuesdays, so Wednesdays was the first day of the week where the two of you could leisurely spend lunch together. Ace was fiercely competitive and determined, one of the things he would talk to you about was how he was improving in magic, and trying to one up Deuce in their little friendship-rivalry.
You supposed his determination and energy charmed you. Likewise, he loved how you always matched his energy, or at least didn’t judge him for it. It’s a simple relationship with a strong friendship as a foundation, that’s probably why the two of you got along so well. You were as much best friends as you were lovers.
Animatedly talking to each other as you both made your way to the cafeteria, you’re sat down next to him moments later with your tray of food as he goes to retrieve a drink for you and him. You’re humming while waiting for him, looking at the scrumptious meal in front of you and he can’t help but grin at your sunny disposition. “You’re in a good mood today,” he comments as he sits and places both your drinks on the table.
“Aren’t I always?” you reply as you start eating and there’s no way his smile could get any wider. He’s just about to turn to his plate of food too, when something on your jawline catches his eye. He pauses for a moment and leans in further towards you to take a closer look. “What’s that...?” he whispers without thinking and you turn your head to ask “Hm?”
It gives him a better view of a reddish, rash-like print near your jawline, next to your chin and it alarms him when he realizes its a bruise forming. “Where’d you get this?” He drops his fork and cradles your face in his hand, brows knitting together and searching your face for any more.
Frankly you’d forgotten about the small accident, “Monday at flying lesson, just had a rough landing,” you grin a little but he doesn’t return it and instead winces, imagining how rough a landing it would’ve been for you to get a bruise like this. “You could’ve told me earlier,” he drops his hand, but the frown on his face doesn’t disappear, and it looks so odd on him cause you’re so used to his smile.
“Sorry, I forgot about it,” but you pick your hand up to pinch on his cheek. “Don’t fret about it, it’ll go away in a few days,”
“Ouwch,” he slurs as you continue pinching, to which he swats your hand away right after. “How’d you even manage that? It’s not easy to mess up a landing you know?”
You take a bite of food and nod your head, “Guess I have to practice with you so I can Ace it,” then wiggle your eyebrows. Ace opens his mouth in a laugh-scoff, but he also feels an explosion of warmth in his chest at your lame yet endearing jokes.
Try as he might to stay awake in History class, it was just the hardest thing to do, specially on a Monday morning. Ace was a great distraction, only if he could stay awake as well, but Ace would sometimes fall asleep faster than Deuce would.
He began to daydream. Hey, it was better than actually sleep-dreaming, right? At least he was still awake. He propped his head on his hand, the words of the teacher just going into one ear and out the other. His mind wandered over to you, and he suddenly thought of your timetable. You should be having alchemy class right now, he had your timetable memorized by heart.
As clueless as Deuce was--and still is--about dating and the like, the two of you had managed to work through and figured out that you liked each other beyond what friends would. He cared for you--and constantly had you in mind--almost like you were a part of him.
“Deuce, Deuce!” Ace hissed at him and nudged his side with his elbow, causing him to snap back to reality, only to find that their teacher wasn’t there anymore. “What? What happened?” He asked, looking around. He was sure that the bell hadn’t rang yet.
“Gee have you actually perfected the art of sleeping with your eyes open? Did you not see that guy from the other class come into our classroom asking for help from our teacher?” Ace gave him a deadpan look. Deuce shrugged. In a matter of seconds the hushed classroom came alive with chatter and whispers, all quieting down when the teacher came back announcing. “Nothing to worry about, just a small accident in the next class,” and everything was settled and back to History class again.
Deuce almost wished that the accident had gone on a bit longer. He didn’t think at all that you were caught in it, and only found out during lunch time when he saw a very imposing bandage and gauze on your clavicle area while picking you up from your classroom.
“He~llo~” you greeted him in a sing-song voice, as if nothing had happened at all, not noticing his half-confused half-concerned look. “Let’s go for lunch?” You clapped your hands together, excited at the prospect but you yelped a little when he pulled you aside and had you lean on the closest wall.
“What’s that? Are you hurt? When did that happen?” He was sure as hell that you didn’t have it yesterday. Your hand unconsciously comes up to touch the area he was pointing at. That was the only time you recalled the incident. “Ah! Yeah! You gotta hear this! There was like a huge explosion during chemistry lesson today!” and yet your eyes sparkled like it was an amazing discovery. “All this purple goop flew everywhere and the cauldron basically broke. Isaac had to go to the infirmary cause he got most of the damage. I just had some of that hot purple goop fly on my shoulder, so, yeah. Everyone else was pretty lucky, we only got this much damage. It’s just a slight burn,”
You smiled, and yet he couldn’t find it in him to smile back. It could’ve been much, much worse and that fear struck him in so many places at once. “You’ve really gotta practice those defensive spells from magic class,” he tells you.
“I could, but everything happened so fast, you know?” You tugged at his hand and started walking with him to the cafeteria and he merely followed. All the while thinking, this wouldn’t do, despising the fact that he couldn’t protect you at that moment. Still, he understood that these things just happened sometimes, but it was certainly more fuel for him to get stronger.
As usual, you found him lazing around at the botanical gardens. On his side, arms tucked under his head as a cushion, breathing even and slow. Your smile reaches your ears. In this state, he looks so relaxed, and it’s easy to admire his cute ears--something that he’d get grumpy at if you blatantly stared at it while he was awake.
“Leona,” you tried again, kneeling down next to him on the grass and putting a hand on his arm. You’re being soft on purpose, it’s just how you were. Screaming at his ear surely wouldn’t help. That’s probably one of the things that he liked about you. You weren’t TOO annoying.
“Mm,” he responds this time, arm twitching a little under your touch. He isn’t actually easy to wake up, Ruggie says that if Leona is in a particularly deep sleep, you’d have to drag him up and awake. For Leona though, there’s something about your voice that’s easy to wake up to, though he would never admit that out loud.
“What now?” He knows it’s you, and he’s still gruff with his manners and words, it doesn’t really change much for you, except on certain occasions. “It’s lunch time, I got your sandwich,” you reply and this causes him to peek an eye open. “...I thought I told Ruggie to get it for me,” which translates to ‘Why are you doing Ruggie’s work? Is he slacking off?’
“You did, but I just wanted to spend lunch with you today, so I took it off his hands,” There’s a moment of silence. Your honesty takes him aback sometimes, but he quite liked it. At least he didn’t have to play childish guessing games when it came to you. “That so?” there’s amusement in his voice, and he finally sits up with a half-yawn, turning to face you.
There’s an angry, purple bruise on your arm, the size of a walnut that immediately draws his eyes to it. His face contorts into a snarl, the sudden rage he feels is surprising, even to him. “The hell is that?” and he snatches your arm, pushing his head and nose closer to the bruise to get a whiff of it, to get some sort of clue if anyone laid hands on you because no one, absolutely no one was going to get away with that.
“I’ve had that for a while, it’s from a bad landing during flying lesson a week or so ago. It isn’t anyone’s fault, ‘cept myself,” you explain with a short laugh, not shocked by his reaction. He’s wildly protective, and he probably hadn’t seen the bruise before because it’s the first time in a long time you’ve worn your PE shirt without your jacket.
He releases your arm, but still glares at the bruise as if it offends him. “Better not be,” he lets it go and takes the sandwich from you. There’s no thank you nor any sort of appreciation for your food delivery, but you don’t mind. Leona had surprising ways to show you that he cared, words were just not one of them.
“Alright Leona-san, see you later!” Ruggie waved a hand behind him as he trudged off. Leona grunted and watched the smaller male leave. Ever since Ruggie started dating you he’d been away from the dorm for longer periods of time. It kind of irked Leona, but at the same time it had recently put Ruggie into such good moods that he didn’t even mind lining up twice or thrice to get food for Leona. So, the Savanaclaw house leader didn’t complain.
Today was one of the days where you didn’t quite expect Ruggie to come visit you. It was out of the schedule, perhaps he just wanted to surprise you, or just wanted to get an extra day with you, he didn’t really say. He just thought it’d be alright to wait outside your classroom as lessons finished, hoping to spend some time with you, lounging around somewhere you preferred, maybe the library, or just the plaza.
He watched as a crowd formed outside your room when the bell rings, students respectively going to their own other schedules, filing out from there. Ruggie’s eyes were quite good, so he wasn’t worried about missing you completely. He would’ve seen you and recognized you the moment you came out, but the thing is, you didn’t.
He tilted his head a little in confusion. The room was nearly empty now, but he peered inside and you weren’t there either, so he finally opted to ask another student. “Hey, you seen Y/N anywhere?” Ruggie grins, liking that he might have to do a game of cat and mouse to look for you.
“Y/N? They didn’t come to class today. Probably has to do with that horrid broom collision in flying class yesterday, looked like it hurt,” and Ruggie’s excitement withers away quite quickly. Collision and hurt in the same sentence could not be something good.
“Oiii, what’s the deal with you not telling me you got hurt?” he asked over the phone when you picked up on the third ring. His tone is accusatory, and slightly offended. He had the smallest of angry pouts on his lips, barely even there but definitely jutting out to show his displeasure. “Shishishi, thought you could hide it from me, huh?”
Ruggie was still very playful around you, and he could be anyone he wanted to be with you, no barriers, no pretending whatsoever. You laughed sheepishly over the other end and explained, “Ahhh... Well, you found out faster than I expected,” Ruggie chuckles again, somewhat half proud that he managed to figure it out so fast, though it had all just been a stroke of luck.
You said you’d be going to the infirmary today, so he met you there and saw that most of the damage had been on your left hand, seeing that there was a brace on it. By no means were you a fragile person, so Ruggie thought it was pretty admirable that you were taking the injury in stride, and not crying about it like a wimp. “Shishishi, see how clumsy you are?” he teased and you only poked your tongue out at him.
Despite that, he stayed with you at the infirmary while the nurse talked about what to do to make it heal better. He was listening, and he was listening intently. He even tried to learn how to wrap the hand properly, in case the bandages unravel and had to be redone.
As he walks you back to your dorm with your good hand in his, he squeezes it and makes a point. “You know there’s no use hiding things from me, right? I’ve got ears all over the place,” he says this smugly, like he was a spymaster who had access to every nook and cranny of the college. “I know, I just didn’t want you to worry,” you explain and he scoffs with a shrug.
“That’s my job, so let me do it. Definitely beats getting Leona-san out of bed every morning,” he’d much rather do things for you, no questions asked.
Jack wasn’t replying. If you had to guess, he was probably busy training, or just practicing magift with his dorm mates. He tended to get so engrossed in it that he forgot about the time. Classic Jack. His passion for the things he liked and the way he worked so hard was probably what drew you to him.
You shrugged, and figured you’d make it to your dorm by yourself. It was just a hairline fracture on one of your toes, caused by one of your classmates accidentally dropping their cauldron on your foot. It didn’t bother you until the end of the lesson, when you realized that moving your right foot a certain way aggravated a part of your toes that you couldn’t pinpoint.
Sure enough, on closer inspection by the nurses, one of your toes was swollen, and also had the slightest of cracks on its bone, and so they wrapped it up tight with padding and instructed you not to wear closed shoes for a while, and opt for sandals. “You can still walk, but make sure to take breaks and here’s a note to excuse you from PE for a week,” the nurse told you.
So there you were, backpack on, one foot in a sandal that you borrowed from the infirmary, and one foot in your usual sneakers. It was easy to tell that something was wrong with your foot cause the toes were bound together by sienna-coloured medical tape. That, and you were limping.
Back at Savanaclaw, Jack had taken a water break, going over to the bench where his bag was and rummaging through it to look for his phone while downing a bottle of water, sweat trickling down his temples. There was only one message, and it was from you. “Hey Jack :) Are you busy?” His eyebrows go up in a moment of curiosity. “Just took a break from magift practice, are you done with your lesson?”
Normally he’d be back on the field right after drinking water, but he waited on a response from you...and he still didn’t get one after 10 minutes. So, he opted to call, but you didn’t answer. He huffed to himself, chucking the phone into his bag and getting up for another round of magift when one of his same-year acquaintances approaches him. “Yo Jack! Surprised you’re still practicing,”
Jack swerves around to meet face to face with another Savanaclaw student, raising an eyebrow. Everyone knew that he practiced any chance he could, why was it a surprise now? “It’s as usual, why is it a shock?” Jack asked, and the other guy, totally innocent and unsuspecting says, “Oh, I thought I saw Y/N on my way back here. Looked like they injured their foot, or something like that. Just thought you guys were dating and you’d be helping ‘em out,” he shrugged.
Jack takes a moment to internalize the other guy’s words. Like an ice melting, and the puddle of realization slowly soaks into him. You WERE dating each other, but he didn’t catch wind of you getting hurt. He grabbed his backpack in the next instant and sprints out of there faster than Leona could fall asleep in class.
He tries to call you all the way over to your dorm, trying to reach you to at least ask you to stay put and wait for him. By the time you picked it up, you were already nearly there. “Jack?” You ask, and you can hear him on the other side, breathless. “Where are you?” you can tell he’s running, he must’ve found out.
“I’m okay, don’t worry, I’m nearly to my dorm so it’s totally fine!” He cuts the line, and you’re dumbfounded, but seconds later you feel his presence nearing, and sure enough, he’s running towards you at full speed and then stops in front of you crouched over himself, panting as he rested his hands on his knees. “Why.Didn’t.You.Call.Me?” He demanded through short breaths.
He straightened up, still heaving but glares at your clearly injured foot, and repeats. “Why didn’t you call me?” You smile a little, “Well, I knew you were practicing, I didn’t think you’d be able to hear me through it,”
“I would, there’s a special ringtone for you!” He’d always had a special ringtone for you, and his ears were quite good, so he knew the sound that he was looking for. Message tones, unfortunately, couldn’t be customized to the person. You stare up at him blankly, and he stares back when he realizes what he’d just blurted out. “A-Anyway, come on, get on. What did you even do?” He turns away from you to hide whatever blush is forming on his cheeks, and also to kneel down to have you get on his back.
You’re equally glad that he can’t see you as you climb on to his strong back, cause there was a super giddy smile on your face as you try your hardest to explain what happened.
“Azul, Y/N’s here to see you,” Jade stated as he pushed the door to Azul’s study open. Azul pushed his glasses up before meeting Jade’s gaze. “Y/N? I’ve told them thousands of times to just walk in,” Jade’s signature smile doesn’t falter as he explains. “They wanted to make sure they weren’t bothering you and asked me to check,”
Azul opened his mouth to say something, only to close it again when he recognizes that it was very you to do such a thing. You knew he’d been busy the past couple of days, you were just being considerate. “Send them in,” He stands from his chair and starts retrieving glasses for the two of you to enjoy some of his self-mixed fruit juice. Neat and proper, Azul lays two coasters on his table, followed by the glasses of fruit juice.
Though he looks stoic as ever, there’s always the slight pitter-patter of his heart at the thought of seeing you. The door creaks open once again and he turns, expecting to see you standing there with some books in your arms, which is exactly what he sees.
What he doesn’t expect is the patch plastered over your right eye. His hold on his juice glass nearly slips and he puts it down firmly on his table before rushing over to you to grab the books away and chuck it on the coffee table in the middle of the room. “What’s going on? What’s wrong with your eye, love?”
There’s a tinge of panic in his voice because he goes to the worst case scenario, wondering if you’ve been blinded as he firmly grasps your right cheek to take a closer look at it. It’s such a small thing, but he’s even angrier that he can’t gaze into your wonderfully coloured eyes. “During magift practice this morning one of the teams lost control of the magift disk and it went flying off.”
Azul is thoroughly confused. You didn’t play magift, and you weren’t very fond of the sport. “But you don’t play,” he pressed and you laughed nervously. “Ah, yeah, I was actually just watching. Guess I was just unlucky,” You hear the very controlled inhale and exhale he just did, knowing that he was probably pissed at no one in particular.
“Mmhmm, and who, specifically, was playing magift?” He’d crossed his arms over his chest now, pushing his glasses up again to level his gaze on you. You start listing names. “A bunch of juniors. Umm... There was Felix, Han-- Wait, why are you asking?” you suddenly stop, recognizing the glint in his eyes.
Azul smirks and shrugs his hands along with his shoulders, “They could use some magift lessons, I’m sure Jade and Floyd would love to show them a lesson or two--”
“Azul, it was just an accident. Besides, it actually didn’t hit my eye more than it did my eyebrow area,” you clasp a hand on his arm to calm him down a little, he sees reason only for a moment. “That doesn’t make it any better... Though I suppose I can let it go this time...”
You can tell he isn’t entirely happy with being unable to do anything, but he relents, though tells himself that he won’t let it go if it ever happens again. So those magift players better start playing properly.
“Here, let me help you with that,” Jade walks around you, pulling on the apron strings and tying it neat and tight behind your back for your bar shift. You helped out and worked in Mostro Lounge, usually mixing drinks, rarely as a server. “Thank you,” you briefly said when Jade finished, posing to walk away and prep the bar when he elegantly pulls at your waist.
There aren’t a lot of people around yet, and as he tucks you right next to him for a quick kiss on the lips you can’t help but be reminded of how tall he is. “Glad to have you here today, darling,” he whispers before letting your waist go and stepping away, ending the brief moment of affection.
Jade had always been a little discreet, and you weren’t complaining about that. He wasn’t the type to show off too much, or brag about things and you liked it that way. It’s not that your relationship was under wraps, but the two of you were pretty private people.
As usual, the shift starts off boring. There isn’t much to do, up until later into the night when students start to file in and you don’t even have time to breathe or think about the orders. At some point, it had just become automatic to you. You see the receipt, you read the order, you make it, you put it down and move on to the next one. It took practice, and a lot of experience.
At some point during your shift, you and Jade take your break together, and you swap out with another pair of Octavinelle students who temporarily takes your job. You were at the break room, washing your hands at the available sink and lathering it with soap, just as Jade comes in as well. “Busy, isn’t it?” Jade starts and was about to comment on how good you were handling the bar, when his eyes catch the bandages around your fingers.
And it wasn’t just one, there were several wrapped around them. “What happened to your hands, Y/N?” He was slightly sullen that he didn’t notice earlier, you made a questioning sound, and then catch on to what he’s asking. “Few days ago while mixing a drink I might’ve made a wrong maneuver and the glass shattered in my hands. Um...I don’t know, it’s hard to explain,” you laughed nervously, still not completely sure yourself how you managed to do that, but the whole aftermath had been messy and you had to clean it up on your own, not wanting to bother anyone else on shift.
“Was I not on shift that day? I thought our schedules overlapped,” He’s upset at himself for not knowing. “Ah, no, I came in to replace someone who got sick last minute.” You were drying off your hands, gently using the available towel. Jade was still for a moment, before gently reaching out for your hands and pressing both to his lips. “Would you like to end your shift for now? It must be tedious with these wounds. I can take your bar duty for today,”
Your gaze softens, there’s some heat crawling up your cheeks. He’s always considerate when it came to you. “It’s not that bad Jade, don’t worry,” you reassure, and he looks at you for a moment more to assess your answer, and decides to believe you. “Alright, but if it does start to sting, come look for me, understand?”
Though he knows you might ignore the pain, his goal was to just let you know that you could always rely on him.
It was a hot day today, PE would certainly feel like hell on Earth. That was the exact reason why you opted to wear the jogging shorts instead of the jogging pants. You didn’t know that would backfire on you while doing laps around the field, when two reckless sophomore boys from your class just barrel through the field, playing around and knocking over each other, accidentally shoving others in their way...including you.
Safe to say they got a really loud berating from the teacher, shouting about how they’re not kids anymore and they should stop playing around. Unfortunately, you didn’t come out of it unscathed. You’d fallen to your knees and hands, the grass was probably newly cut and it stung when your knees slightly dragged against it, the friction causing bloody cuts all around it.
It wasn’t too bad that you had to go to the infirmary, the teacher always had a first aid kit on hand, and had the two or three of you who were unfortunately in the way of the rowdy boys sit down and have a look at the cuts. It was disinfected and wrapped securely by the end of the lesson.
On Fridays, Floyd and you had the routine of meeting up after your last lesson, which was PE. Your schedules just happened to line up perfectly on Fridays. You’d always wait for him at your classroom, packing your things slowly and making sure you took everything for the weekend.
“Hey, Y/N,” Two blonde boys stood in front of you with grins on their faces. It was those two rowdy boys from PE. You had nothing against them, in fact, you thought they were pretty funny guys in class who always lightened the atmosphere. You smiled at them, while finishing up your packing. “Hey, what’s up?” The taller one scratched the back of his neck and let out a forced laugh. “We just wanted to say sorry for earlier. Ugh, this idiot here just had to start chasing me halfway through my run so we--”
“Oh now it’s MY fault--”
You sweatdropped as they argued in front of you, but couldn’t help laughing at their weird relationship. Floyd had entered your classroom just at that moment, when you laughed, and when the two guys in front of you swerved their heads towards you to wonder what in Cruella’s name you were laughing about. “You guys fight like you’re brothers, and you kinda look like twins too,”
The two started denying it, again going on another round of arguments, but they felt a menacing presence behind them, at the same time as your eyes light up at the sight of Floyd approaching. “Floyd!” You smile and walk away from your seat to meet him, but he was engrossed at staring down the two blonde guys. “Hey, it’s the two blondeweeds,” Floyd grinned down at them, and the two flinched when they realized he was there.
Your class was well aware that you were dating Floyd, it’s probably the reason why people tried not to mess with you. “You guys havin’ fun?” Floyd asked all too pleasantly. In truth, it just annoyed him to see you laughing at their antics, a bit of jealousy boiling in his stomach. His smile completely changes when his head turns towards you though, it’s wide and toothy, but genuine.
“Angelfish, you wore the shorts today instead of the pa--” He was about to comment about how charming you looked in them, when his eyes drop at your bandaged knees. His demeanor does a 180, the smile disappears and there’s a blank look on his face. People thought that it was creepy when Floyd smiled, but what they should really be scared of was his frown.
It’s enough to turn a whole room cold as he questions you. “Is there anyone I should be talking to about the bandages on your knees?” Just like that, his smile was back, though it was now more menacing than it was earlier.
The two blondes in the room tense up. By now, everyone was gone except the four of you. “Hm? Oh, it was an accident, it’s fine,” you weren’t even thinking about the cuts anymore, and Floyd had half the mind to just forget about it too, seeing the happy look on your face and just how delighted you were to see him. “Well, if my angelfish says so~ Hehe~”
The two blondes let out a sigh of relief as the two of you happily walk away side by side, but their stomachs drop when they pick their heads up again and Floyd is looking right at them from the classroom door, deranged looking grin and all. “I’ll play with you blondeweeds next time instead~”