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TWISTED WONDERLAND
To Love You Once More | Vil S. - timetravel! au
My Heart Stays With You | Leona K. - mistress! yuu
The Boyfriend Contract Series | Azul A. - fake dating! au
Masterlist | Ao3 Link
In the Quiet of His Arms | Silver V.
In The Shade of Spring Blossoms | Silver V. - timetravel! au
Trails of Love on Her Skin | Silver V. - nsfw
I’d Love It If We Made It | Silver V. - nsfw (WIP)
The Night Raven Archives Series || The Magnus Archives AU
Masterlist | Ao3 Link (WIP)
HOGWARTS LEGACY
The Flight of a Mockingbird | Hogwarts Legacy Fic
Masterlist | Ao3 Link
✦”It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Idia. You did. But some random girl in his game getting all that soft, giggly attention from your boyfriend? Yeah. No.”
Idia’s room was your favorite place in all of NRC. It was cozy, filled with the soft glow of multiple monitors and the low hum of cooling fans. The bed was way more comfortable than the lumpy one in ramshackle, and Idia never minded when you curled up there with a book while he gamed. It was peaceful. Domestic, even.
Until it wasn’t.
You were halfway through a chapter when you noticed it, Idia was smiling. Not his usual small, concentrated smirk when he was winning, but a genuine, soft little giggle as his fingers flew across the keyboard. His shoulders shook with quiet laughter.
Must’ve just roasted someone in ranked. you thought, turning the page. But curiosity won. You set your book aside and leaned over to peek at his screen.
His avatar, the cool, edgy one he spent way too many hours customizing was standing next to a girl avatar with an adorable pastel skin. Cute pink hair, frilly outfit, and everything. The in game chat was open, and they were just… talking. Harmless stuff. Compliments on each other’s skin, jokes about the latest patch, nothing overtly flirty.
Still. Your eyebrow twitched.
It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Idia. You did. But some random girl in his game getting all that soft, giggly attention from your boyfriend? Yeah. No.
You slipped off the bed without a sound, sneaking behind his gaming chair. Idia was too focused on the screen to notice.
The second he leaned forward to type something, you struck, leaning down and biting the side of his neck. Not hard enough to hurt, but definitely hard enough to leave a mark.
“Eep!?!” Idia yelped, nearly launching himself out of his chair. His headphones slipped halfway off as he whipped around to stare at you, eyes wide, cheeks instantly flaming, hair turning pink. “W-what was that?!”
You straightened up, giving him the sweetest, calmest smile. “Affectionate.”
Then you turned around, walked back to the bed, picked up your book, and continued reading like nothing had happened.
Idia sat there frozen, hand pressed to the fresh bite mark, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. His character stood completely still on screen while the girl avatar typed a confused “???” in chat. He didn’t even answer her.
“…What just happened?” he whispered to himself, utterly bewildered.
A few days later you were hanging out with Lilia in the diasomnia lounge. He’d dragged you over to show off his latest hyperfixation, a new game he started playing.
“Look at this adorable skin I got!” Lilia said cheerfully, pulling up the character screen on his tablet. The avatar had pastel pink hair, frilly clothes, and an extremely cute idle animation.
Your brain short-circuited.
Wait.
Pastel pink hair. Cute girly skin. The username. The chat.
You stared. Then stared harder.
“…Lilia…” you said slowly. “Have you been playing with a guy named Gloomurai lately?”
“Hm? Oh yes! He’s quite good. We’ve been running some dungeons together. Why?”
You put your face in your hands.
Lilia blinked innocently. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” you mumbled through your fingers. “Nothing at all.”
It was Lilia the whole time… it was not a girl… just Lilia….
✦NSFW/Smut, MDNI established relationship, dirty talk, overstimulation, dom Idia, slight degradation, spanking, edging,
✦ “You wanted my attention so fucking bad you couldn’t wait ten minutes…Well, congrats. You’ve got it. All of it.”
You were sprawled across Idia bed, the faint glow of his monitor casting shifting lights across the room. The low hum of his pc fans filled the air, and the occasional sharp click of his mouse and the rapid tapping of keys. You’d been waiting for what felt like hours. He’d promised that once he finished this battle pass and wrapped up the ranked match, the two of you would finally cuddle up and watch that new anime you’d been dying to see together. But ranked were eternal, and his teammates were apparently allergic to score points. Boredom had turned into mischief. You set your phone aside and walked over to his gaming chair, the oversized hoodie you’d stolen from him brushing against your bare thighs. Idia posture was tense, shoulders hunched forward as he barked quiet curses into his mic. You reached up and gently pushed one side of his headphones off his ear.
“Hey… how much longer?” you asked softly, lips brushing the shell of his ear.
He startled, nearly missing a shot. “Ten minutes, maybe fifteen. Tops. These guys are sucks so hard it’s actually impressive.” He shot you a quick, dorky little smile before snapping back to the screen. “Just… hang in there, okay?”
You hummed, not quite satisfied. Instead of retreating, you leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to the side of his neck. Idia’s breath hitched audibly. You felt the subtle shiver run through him. “Babe…” he started, voice cracking just a little.
You didn’t stop. Another kiss, this one open mouthed, teeth grazing lightly. Your hands slid down his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart even through the fabric. Lower still, palms gliding over his stomach until your fingers rested teasingly on his thighs, close enough to feel the heat radiating through his sweatpants.
Idia’s character on screen took a bad hit. “Shit… wait, please. I’m serious. Just ten minutes and I’ll be done. I need this win.”
The annoyance in his tone only fueled you. Usually, Idia melted under your touch. He’d go beet red, hide his face in your neck, and let you lead. But tonight you wanted to push. You wanted to see how far you could take it before the shy, anxious gamer boy snapped. You kissed his cheek, then whispered against his ear while your hand squeezed his thigh. “Aww, you can’t focus on multiple things at once? I thought you were really good at multitasking, babe.”
His grip on the mouse tightened. Another missed shot. His teammates started yelling in his ear. You giggled softly and ran your nails lightly up the inside of his thigh. “Did you miss that shot because your skills left you… or was it because of me?”
That did it. Idia’s character died. The defeat screen flashed across the monitor. The voice chat erupted in complaints. You leaned back with a satisfied smirk, ready to tease him about the loss. But Idia didn’t laugh it off or whine like usual. His eyes, usually bright and anxious, had darkened with something hotter, sharper. He ripped his headset off, tossed it onto the desk, and stood up so fast the chair rolled backward. Before you could even squeak out an apology, his long fingers wrapped around your wrist and he yanked you forward. In one fluid motion, he sat back down on the edge of the bed and pulled you over his lap. Your stomach hit his thighs, your ass up in the air, and your eyes went wide.
“I-Idia?!” you yelped, looking back at him over your shoulder. “What are you…?”
“You wanted my attention so fucking bad you couldn’t wait ten minutes…” he said, voice low and surprisingly steady. The usual nervous stutter was gone, replaced by a dangerous calm. “Well, congrats. You’ve got it. All of it.”
His hand came down sharply on your ass before you could respond. The smack echoed in the room, the sting blooming hot across your skin even through your comfy shorts. You jolted, a surprised yelp escaping you.
“Idia!”
Another smack, harder this time. Your shorts rode up, exposing more of your cheeks. The heat of his palm lingered.
“You’re getting exactly what you asked for…” he murmured, rubbing the sore spot almost tenderly before landing a third smack. “No more waiting. No more teasing. Just my full attention.”
You bit your lip hard, trying to hold back the embarrassing sounds threatening to spill out. It hurt, but the pain melted into something warm and liquid that pooled low between your thighs. Your face burned with humiliation and arousal.
Idia’s big hand …gods, why did he have such large hands… massaged your ass, squeezing the soft flesh. He chuckled, low and dry, when he felt you squirm. “Look at you. Already making such pretty noises. I barely started.”
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and tugged them down slowly, dragging the fabric over your heated skin. Your panties came into view and he hummed in approval at the growing wet spot darkening the fabric. “Already soaked. You really are nasty, huh?”
He gave the wet patch a light smack, and you gasped sharply, hips twitching. “Getting off on being spanked over my lap like this. After you ruined my match on purpose. Ch…”
“I-I didn’t mean to…” you started, but another firm smack cut you off, this one directly on your bare cheek. The sound was louder now, skin on skin. You moaned, unable to stop it.
Idia raised an eyebrow, that satisfied smirk still playing on his lips. “Don’t lie. You loved pushing me. And aren’t you the one who kept saying I should be more relaxed when we’re intimate.” His fingers traced the edge of your panties before pulling them aside, exposing your glistening folds. “Well, I feel pretty relaxed right now.”
Two long fingers slid along your slit, gathering your wetness before circling your clit with agonizing slowness. You whimpered, pushing back against his hand instinctively. He rewarded you with another smack on your ass while his fingers continued their teasing.
“Beg,” he said simply.
“Idia, please…”
“Please what?” He pressed one finger just inside your entrance, not enough, never enough. “Use your words. You were so chatty earlier.”
You hated how desperate you sounded, but the ache was unbearable. “Please… fingers. I need your fingers inside me. I’m sorry for distracting you…just… please…”
“Good girl. See… it’s not that hard.” He pushed two fingers in deep, curling them instantly against that spot that made you see stars. You cried out, gripping the sheets. Idia set a steady rhythm, pumping his fingers while his other hand between rubbing your ass and delivering occasional sharp smacks that made your walls clench around him. The wet sounds were obscene. Every thrust of his fingers made a lewd squelch, and he didn’t let you hide from it.
“Listen to that.” he murmured, voice husky. “So wet for me. You really like this, don’t you?”
You nodded frantically, moaning into the mattress. He added a third finger, stretching you deliciously, while his thumb rubbed firm circles over your swollen clit. Your thighs trembled. The coil in your belly tightened fast, too fast. “I-I’m gonna…”
“Not yet.” He pulled his fingers out completely, ignoring your devastated whine. He flipped you over onto your back on the bed, towering over you. His usual pale cheeks were flushed, hair slightly messy, but his gaze was intense, predatory in a way you’d never seen. He stripped your panties off completely and pushed your thighs apart, exposing you fully. Then he lowered his head. The first lick was slow, broad, from your entrance all the way up to your clit. You nearly screamed. Idia groaned against you, the vibration sending shocks through your nerves.
“Fuck, you taste good.” he muttered, more to himself than you. Then he dove in like a man starved. His tongue worked, long, lazy licks followed by quick flicks over your clit. He sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth, humming, while two fingers returned to pump inside you. The combination was devastating. You tangled your hands in his fiery blue hair, hips bucking against his face. Idia didn’t stop. He ate you out with single minded focus, between fucking you with his tongue and sucking on your clit until your legs shook uncontrollably. When you were right on the edge again, sobbing his name, he pulled back just enough to look at you.
“Cum for me.” he ordered, voice rough. Then he sealed his lips around your clit and sucked hard while his fingers curled against your sweat spot. You shattered. The orgasm crashed over you like a wave, thighs clamping around his head as you cried out. He worked you through it, licking up every drop until you were twitching with overstimulation.
But he wasn’t done.
Idia sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His sweatpants were tented obscenely. He shoved them down, freeing his long, flushed cock. It was already leaking, the tip glistening. You reached for him, but he caught your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand. “Not yet. You wanted my attention? You’re getting all of it.”
He rubbed the head of his cock against your slick folds, teasing your entrance. You whimpered, trying to roll your hips to take him in, but he held you still. “Idia, please... I need you inside—”
He thrust in with one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch was perfect, filling you completely. You both moaned. “Shit… so tight.” he hissed through gritted teeth. For a moment the shy Idia flickered back, eyes fluttering, lips parted, but then he started moving, and the dominant edge returned. His hips snapped forward in a punishing rhythm, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Every thrust hit deep, dragging against that sensitive spot inside you. He released your wrists to grab your hips instead, angling you exactly how he wanted.
“Look at me.” he demanded.
You forced your eyes open. His hair was glowing brighter with pink ends, pupils blown wide with lust. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He looked devastatingly handsome like this, unravelled because of you. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy kiss while he fucked you. You could taste yourself on his tongue. One of his hands slipped between your thighs, rubbing your clit again, and the overstimulation made you keen.
“Again…” he growled against your mouth. “Cum again. I want to feel it.”
You did, harder this time, walls fluttering and clenching around his cock. Idia cursed, pace faltering as he chased his own release. A few more deep, thrusts and he buried himself deep, spilling inside you with a broken groan of your name. For a long moment, the only sounds were your heavy breathing.
Idia collapsed beside you, pulling you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you tightly, his fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, the dominant energy melting back into the familiar, slightly awkward affection you loved.
“…I can’t believe I lost that match,” he muttered eventually, voice muffled against your hair. The blush appearing on his cheeks again. There was a hint of his usual whine returning.
You laughed breathlessly, snuggling closer. “Worth it though?”
He pinched your side lightly, making you squeak. “You’re dangerous to my sanity.”
You grinned against his skin. “I take as a compliment. And just so you know I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.” You giggled. “I mean… we need a round to for the payback”
Garreth Weasley x f!reader
Tags: explicit | biker!Garreth | meet-cute | sex | cunnilingus | a little bit of masked fun
4.7k words
ao3 link
Summary: The arrival of a mysterious biker to your workplace is a blessing to break up the monotony, but Garreth Weasley isn't quite the dark and dangerous personality you'd expected behind the mask.
A/N: Absolutely do not copy any of the myriad terrible first-date decisions in this fic unless the man is actually Garreth Weasley. Also I chose to gloss over the logistics of actually owning a bike and all the safety gear etc. Who cares, I wrote this because it's hot and Garreth is a cutie. Enjoy!
The headache, which had been steadily building all morning, finally reached a peak with the teeth-rattling roar of an engine just outside the cafe.
You watched through the window, idly prepping an order for two lattes which would be shuttled off on the back of that monstrosity. It wasn't exactly the usual delivery vehicle (some old banger used to get around town for a second job). No, this was something well-loved and flashy; even with your ignorance of motorbikes you knew that much. The deep maroon paintwork gleamed in the sun, spotless.
Not your delivery driver at all then—yes, the lack of a box on the back confirmed it—but a customer.
The driver pulled off a pair of gloves, flexed his hands as if warding off a cramp and flung his leg over the motorbike in a way that was entirely too distracting. You scoffed, returning to the world of aromatic coffee beans and foaming milk.
A cheerful blonde girl jogged into the shop not a second later, cool box in hand, ready to take your drinks. The cafe was then empty, except for yourself, your supervisor (busying himself restocking the bakery counter) and the mysterious biker.
Still wearing his helmet, apparently in too much of a rush to bother removing it, he grabbed a sandwich from the fridge, bending over to reach to the back and giving you a view of his arse.
Granted, it was a very nice view. Your headache had all but evaporated.
The black cargos he wore hugged what looked to be a fairly muscular frame; thighs that would've rivalled any of the local rugby lads’. You wondered if he was one of the local rugby lads, but then he was turning around and jogging to the counter, slamming his sandwich down and rattling off a drink order.
“Huh?”
Your befuddled answer was met with a pair of moss-green eyes that crinkled at the corners. He was smiling underneath that damn helmet, but what you saw with his visor up was enough to make your heart skip a beat.
The freckles. They peppered his visible skin like clusters of stars. A curl of copper peeked out just next to his left temple.
“A white chocolate caramel macchiato with an extra shot of hazelnut syrup. I'm trying something.”
“Would you like any coffee with your sugar?” you asked before slapping a hand over your mouth.
Not the most professional response.
But he just chuckled, and winked. “I like something sweet.”
You punched in the order with your face burning then turned quickly to make the coffee without even checking that the payment had gone through. For a moment you tried to get lost in the act of making coffee but that man's presence at your back almost seared into your skin; aware of him in your periphery with every turn of your head, the image of his eyes burnt like an afterimage into your retinas.
That, and he seemed constantly on the move, clearly agitated to be elsewhere. Drumming fingers on the counter, bouncing on his feet—did this guy ever stay still?
Despite the continuous movement, his attention didn't waver from you. He was particularly interested in the way you cleaned the frothing nozzle on the machine. You decided to add a little twisting to the up-and-down motion, which had the desired effect of making him go still for a few seconds. His eyebrow quirked, clearly amused—the tension that buzzed between you was undeniable and exhilarating.
“One white chocolate caramel macchiato with…extra hazelnut,” you said, proudly presenting the sugary monstrosity.
“Thanks, love.”
Love, he'd said in his slightly cheeky, slightly sultry voice. You could get used to that.
Only then did he finally pull his helmet up onto his forehead, and chugged the drink down quicker than what should have been humanly possible, all whilst stuffing the sandwich into his jacket.
What you saw of his face was enough to render you quite mute.
“Yep, hazelnut's the winner,” he said, shoving his helmet back on. You immediately missed the sight of his lush lips.
Recovering your voice, you said, “You're welcome. Try not to have a coronary on your way out.”
He chuckled. “Are you always this sassy with your customers?”
“Actually no, sorry—”
“I like it.” His phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out with a little wiggle of his hips. “Shit, I have to go. Hey, do you work the same shift every week?” he asked, backing towards the door.
“Er…yes,” you replied.
“Great, see you next week then? I'm Garreth, by the way.”
Mortifyingly, this prompted you to giggle, which was poorly covered up with a cough before you told him your own name. He smiled again, more little creases under those captivating eyes, and was out the door in a flash.
He was still peering over his shoulder at you as he tried to mount his bike, stumbling over the kickstand. You pressed your lips together to stop yourself from laughing, his arm thrown up in an ‘I’m okay’ gesture as he mounted the beast.
Once he'd finally driven off, you smiled to yourself and wiped down the counter where Garreth had spilled a little of his coffee, wondering if he'd make good on his promise to come back. You really hoped so.
“That was certainly something,” a voice came from behind you.
You yelped and turned around to find your supervisor watching with a raised eyebrow, his presence entirely forgotten for the duration of the interaction with Garreth.
“Just cementing customer loyalty,” you said with a grin.
~
Thus began the slowest week of your existence. Every low rumble of an engine made your eyes dart to the window, but Garreth didn’t return.
Until the day he promised he would.
It was a ridiculous thing to be so nervous about. You barely knew the man beyond his name and a propensity for constant movement and sugary drinks. But something about him had kept him on your mind; an inkling that Garreth might be something special, and a lot of fun.
The motorbike helped, too, and the thighs that straddled it.
You were daydreaming about the potential freckles on those thighs when a roar jolted you from your reverie. He was here.
Garreth parked right in your eyeline, giving you an excellent view of the moment he pulled his helmet off. It appeared that this time he wasn’t in a rush, taking off his jacket almost languorously to reveal muscular arms under a form-fitting black t-shirt. You swallowed thickly, gaze stuck on the little extra weight around his middle that seemed to sit perfectly on his frame.
There was a subtle flexing of forearms, too—he was definitely purposely giving you a show.
“Oh good, he’s back. I’ll tend to the rest of the customers then, shall I?” your supervisor mumbled, as if there was anyone in the tiny cafe at ten-thirty on a Monday.
“Yeah, thanks,” you replied rather dazedly.
The bell above the door dinged merrily upon Garreth’s arrival and he grinned at you like you were old friends.
“Fancy seeing you here,” he said, ignoring the nonexistent queue to saunter straight up to the pickup counter.
“Nice to see you out of the helmet this time,” you said, and wasn’t that the damn truth. The enticing little glimpses hadn’t prepared you for how striking he was; cascading ginger curls that framed the eyes that drew you in so readily, a smile that seemed to brighten the entire room when he flashed it your way.
“Thought I’d take my time today. I have another hour until I’m due at work.”
“Two cappuccinos for delivery!” your supervisor barked at you, making you jump.
Garreth chuckled and to your great dismay left the counter. But he didn’t go far, settling at a table mere feet from where you stood.
When you were busy, he’d scroll on his phone, covertly shooting looks your way as you made drinks and dealt with other customers. During the minutes in between, he was up and by your side again, asking seemingly random questions—where you grew up, if you had siblings, what music you liked, and most bafflingly, what your favourite pastry was. In turn you learned just as much about him. A man from a big family who enjoyed the adrenaline of riding a motorbike in his spare time, but for a living he was…
“A baker?” you asked. “You don’t look like a baker.”
“What does a baker look like, exactly?”
Good question. You thought of what you knew, which was basically nothing, except now his exceptionally toned forearms suddenly made sense. “Huh.”
Garreth smiled and leaned forward on the counter. “I can be full of surprises.”
You heard a muffled scoff from behind you and felt the slowly creeping blush upon your cheeks. These little snippets of Garreth between drinks orders were certainly tantalising but nowhere near enough to sate your appetite for the man. As the hour passed by and he started to check the time on his phone more often, your pulse thrummed with increased urgency. If he wasn’t going to ask to see you again, perhaps you should—
“Can I take you out for co—no, not coffee. Dinner?” he asked.
Somewhere behind your calm and confident facade, you were squealing with delight. “Yeah, ok,” you said. But any nonchalance dissolved when you thought of waiting another week to see him again. “Are you free tonight?”
Sunshine radiated from Garreth’s face at that, and he leaned so far across the counter you thought he might actually try to kiss you. You traded numbers and he promised to pick you up at seven.
“On that?” you asked, pointing at the motorbike outside.
“Yeah! It’s fun, I promise. And I’ll keep you safe, love.”
You melted a little. “I don’t have a helmet.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got a spare,” he said.
“Oh, right, okay.” Images of all the beautiful girls he’d hypothetically dated flashed in front of your eyes like a war flashback.
“For my sister when she visits,” Garreth added.
Embarrassed but relieved, you nodded. It had been a silly thought, but Garreth seemed completely nonplussed. You said your goodbyes and to your great shock, he did lean all the way over the counter to plant a chaste kiss on your cheek before bolting out the door. Dumbly, your hand came to rest where his lips had been as you watched him drive off.
When you turned around, a woman sitting in the corner of the cafe that you’d never seen before was giving you an enthusiastic thumbs-up.
~
Garreth hadn't exactly specified where he'd be taking you, but the street food market was still unexpected. Not unpleasant, given the heady mix of spices, roasted meats and fire that had you salivating before you'd even tumbled from his bike. The brief ride had been exhilarating, in no small part due to your proximity to the driver. You'd wrapped your arms (and legs) around him and could have happily stayed affixed to that broad and firm back for quite some time, perfectly content. He smelled of something smoky and warm, comforting and sensual.
Then he'd helped you off the bike and you'd fallen into him, legs weak from far more than the adrenaline rush of potential dismemberment.
“You'll get used to it,” he chuckled.
That implied he meant to keep you around, which meant that—oh God, you were overthinking it.
“So, which stall are we visiting?” you asked, pulling off the suffocating helmet.
“All of them!” Garreth replied.
Below his riding jacket, he had worn a checked shirt paired with blue jeans that hugged him in all the right places. You'd opted for casual, too, which had been the right decision given your mode of transport and eventual destination. But there was nothing disappointing about the market. The street thrummed with energy. Several vendors and pubs kept the alcohol flowing freely and music filled the air. It was as much a party as a place for food, which suited what you knew of Garreth's personality perfectly.
“I’m not sure I can manage everything,” you said, louder than usual to punctuate the noise.
Garreth leaned in close to hear you. You didn't pull away, just stayed affixed to his side as you walked together towards the crowd. Soon your arm had found its way between the crook of his elbow as if it had always meant to be there.
He was so warm. And the way his hair shined by the light of streetlamps and strung fairy lights, he looked resplendent in a golden halo. It took a while for you to realise you were staring at him rather than the food stalls.
“This one's my favourite,” Garreth said.
You’d stopped next to a little green truck with a sizeable queue, but Garreth was already waving towards the man taking orders from the open window. “He knows what I want.”
“So, bold move bringing a first date to a taco truck,” you said with a smile.
“Only because you seem like the kind of person who would enjoy it. I didn't want to give the wrong impression of me. Fancy restaurants aren't really my thing.”
Garreth looked at you with a softness in his eyes, as if he were waiting to be accepted.
“That’s honestly refreshing. I'm just happy to spend time with you outside of where I work.”
“I mean, there's a coffee truck over—”
“No!”
He smiled and kissed your temple, a simple and intimate gesture as if you'd know each other years instead of mere hours. There was a moment, where time dilated between your eyes and his, where anything seemed possible. He leaned in to kiss your lips, your eyes closing and pulse racing in anticipation.
But instead of his soft lips upon yours, tacos were thrust into your hands by the grinning food truck worker.
“Oh, thanks, great timing,” Garreth mumbled.
“Well I'd have been waiting a while if I hadn't broken it up there,” the man said.
You laughed despite the disappointment, thanking the man for your food. It did smell good. Garreth handed over a twenty, a few coins dropped into his palm in exchange. You made a weak protest, insisting that you could split the cost, but he waved it away.
“C’mon, if you can put up with me for company it's only fair I foot the bill.”
“I happen to think your company quite pleasing.”
Garreth gestured for you to follow to a less crowded area of the street with a free bench to sit at.
To say you devoured the food would have been disingenuous. Inhaled was more accurate. Garreth watched you eat (messily) whilst juices dribbled down his own chin. After the tacos, he treated you to mouthwateringly salty poutine, sticky sweet gochujang chicken and a whole host of food that you didn't recognise. Garreth said ‘trust me’, and you did, and were rewarded with more explosions of deliciously spiced treats.
When you were full to bursting, he suggested a walk, and you took his hand without even thinking. There was certainly a tension in the air as you ventured away from the crowds, down to a small cobbled bridge that overlooked the town's canal. You both knew what solitude would offer. So it was upon that peak, overlooking waters aglow with reflected light, where Garreth brushed your hair from your face and kissed you with such unexpected tenderness. You'd remember that bridge and the cold stone that pressed into your leg, the gentle breeze that carried cinnamon sugar and giddy memories.
Garreth's hand cupped the back of your head, fingers threaded through your hair. Soft lips, a gentle caress of tongue. He hummed happily, clearly just as vocal with his mouth preoccupied as without.
You gripped his shirt as the kiss deepened, a desperation in every brush of lips. Breath came in short bursts as you fought the tidal wave of arousal bombarding every internal organ. It screamed at you for more, an urgent pulsing settling between your legs.
Then you felt Garreth's own arousal with a gentle press of his hip, and knew you'd not be ending your date here.
He came up for air just long enough to say, “Want to come back to mine for a drink?” which you answered by nodding whilst reclaiming his lips. You only pulled apart when Garreth's smile at your enthusiasm threatened to clash your teeth.
The ride to Garreth's home—a small terraced house at the edge of town—was filled with anticipation and a certain amount of anxiety. As your hands gripped his sides and felt the muscles flex, your mind took a salacious turn, drifting off to what awaited you.
The heat hadn't cooled in that brief intermission. Once parked on the side of the road, you both leapt off the bike as if aflame. You pulled off your helmet and waited for the invitation inside, but Garreth was already fumbling with the door lock. When he looked back to where you stood, he seemed confused as to why you hadn't followed.
“Change of heart?” he asked, visibly deflating. His keys hung from the lock.
“No! I just…are you going to invite me inside?”
“Oh! Right.”
Garreth strode back to the pavement and with a single heave, he picked you up, hands clasping firmly under your behind. You giggled your head off as he carried you to his front door, and a jingle of keys and some colourful swear words later, it flew open, almost sending you toppling into the hallway.
There was probably some smart quip you could make about his eagerness but your lips were busy. Your hands were, too, tangled back in his curls. The door slammed shut with a kick of Garreth's heel and he carried you all the way upstairs to his bedroom.
That’s when he finally put you down, deciding that his hands were better served undressing you.
“Do you—really want—a drink?” he asked between devouring kisses.
“Fuck no.”
He groaned, which you took to mean something along the lines of ‘thank fuck’ and resumed peeling off your clothes. You'd been steadily shuffling backwards whilst engrossed in each other, and when your legs finally hit his bed, you fell backwards less than gracefully.
Now topless and panting, you got to enjoy the sight of Garreth standing over you whilst he removed his shirt. You leaned back on the bed, propped on your elbows. Every button that came loose revealed more of his freckled skin. A little dusting of ginger hair trailed down his chest, above those solid muscles and a softness that confirmed to you that he enjoyed his food.
He was so very biteable.
“Have you ever kept your helmet on during sex?” you asked partially as a joke, but if you were being honest with yourself, not at all.
Garreth threw his shirt to the floor. “Why, not want to see my face? I'm offended.”
“As if you don't know it's hot.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You found my TikTok.”
Grinning, you replied, “You have a TikTok? Garreth, are you posting thirst traps?”
Without answering, he sprinted from the room. You heard a thump or two, and then he reemerged, helmet on. Then he leaned against the bedroom doorframe, crossed his arms and tilted his head. Well, that was just as hot as you’d hoped. But you wished you could see his face, because you had the distinct impression he was grinning behind the visor.
“God,” you said, which sounded a little more like a moan than intended. “I'm going to find your account, you know.”
“You don't need to when you have the real thing right here.”
Yes, he was definitely grinning as he clambered onto the bed, making you back up towards the headboard to allow space. Your cheeks burned, caught between covering your face and devolving into a fit of giggles or openly ogling the man in front of you.
“Am I making you nervous?” he asked, a little unsure.
“Yes, but in a good way.” It was impossible to keep the desire out of your voice; a little raspy, far too breathy.
“Good. Lay back for me, sweetheart.”
You obeyed, whilst your legs instinctively spread to make room for him to get closer. Hands glided up your bare chest, a little groan sounding from within the helmet as Garreth’s thumbs grazed your peaked nipples. Suddenly your skin was burning, pulse pounding heavily between your legs.
He pinned you by the wrists to the bed, and that delicious thrill from the ride over came crashing back over you. You barely knew this man but somehow trusted him implicitly, comfortable for him to play at something dangerous because he was anything but.
Then all thought fled your brain when he grinded against your core. His trousers did nothing to hide the fact he was rock hard. Your back arched, hips rocking in answer.
You couldn't see where his attention was drawn, but he told you how gorgeous you looked, purred that he couldn't wait to be inside you. All you could do was moan in response.
Suddenly a little voice came from the void above you. “I wish I could kiss you….”
“So kiss me.”
Garreth slid up the visor on his helmet and tentatively lifted your chin with his finger, angling awkwardly to plant a kiss on your waiting lips. So tentative, so sweet. Nothing like the mysterious persona he'd put on only minutes before. You thought you preferred the Garreth that had stumbled over his bike to watch you that little bit longer, the one who made you giggle and carried you inside his house because he couldn't bear to not be touching you.
And there was no way you'd spend the rest of the night trying to avoid smashing your face against the bulky contraption, no matter how good he looked with his twinkling eyes framed so beautifully.
So you said: “Take it off!”
“Oh thank God.” He ripped the helmet free, that beautiful hair spilling across his forehead, and discarded it on the bed. He turned all his attention entirely on you, diving towards your neck where he started the slow descent of his lips. The sheer relief of having his mouth upon you again manifested in a whimper the likes of which you'd never made.
Garreth's tongue swirled your nipple as he worked to rid you of the rest of your clothes. Your trousers came off with a little shuffle, his kisses then becoming slow, sloppy, more reverent as they reached your hips. You'd never been more thankful for opting for your black lace underwear—just in case. He planted a kiss upon the delicate trim, one hand braced against the bed whilst the other peeled the fabric from your skin.
Your legs spread wider and he came to settle between your legs, humming and murmuring praise into your thighs.
“So fucking wet for me…,” he sighed.
You were dizzy before his tongue even came into play.
Garreth gave a final kiss to the top of your thigh before surrendering to your pleas. That first swipe of his tongue made you wriggle, already sensitive and strung so tight you could cry. He sucked gently on your clit, occasionally swirling his tongue when it became too much. If the tugs on his hair weren't enough warning, your heels digging into his back certainly were.
Only minutes must have passed before you felt that familiar tension, ready to snap. He knew you were close, by your sobs and writhing, the fingers curled tight into the bed sheets.
You fell apart to the mastery of his tongue, clenching around three of his fingers. Waves of pleasure rippled through to your toes, hips bucking against Garreth's mouth. You watched him through the orgasm, a twinkle in his eyes as he stared right back.
Suddenly it was too much. “Garreth, fuck, stop!”
He let you go with a final lick as if savouring the taste, his chin glistening with your arousal. He simply glowed, with pink cheeks and a self-satisfied smile upon his lips. His fingers were still inside you, slowly thrusting and curling to the gentle rhythm of his hips as he subconsciously grinded into the mattress.
“I need to be inside you,” he said, voice rasping.
Still recovering from the intensity of your orgasm, you nodded weakly, stretching out your arms. You wanted him close, to feel his warmth, to nuzzle your face into his neck and mark him—because you didn't intend to let him go.
He shed his trousers and boxers in record time, his cock hard and already weeping when it sprang free. No wonder he'd prepped you with three fingers; even four might not have been generous enough. You were temporarily transfixed by his girth, the swell just below his head, that vein that bulged beneath his fingers as he took himself in hand. Garreth stroked himself slowly, aware of your attention.
“Do you want it?” he asked.
“Yes,” you replied with enthusiasm.
The ache, low in your abdomen, had returned; your body begging to be sated.
Garreth lowered himself on top of you and finally you held him, running fingers across heated skin. You kissed his cheek, his mouth, his neck, wherever your muddled senses guided your lips as Garreth slid inside you. Slowly, gentler than you’d expected, but a good thing too, since his size took some getting used to. A satisfying sting accompanied his first thrust, and when he’d filled you completely you flung your head backwards with a moan of sheer pleasure.
“You’re perfect,” Garreth sighed, sliding his cock out to the head before thrusting again, a little harder this time. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well, sweetheart.”
You mumbled something incoherent, punctuated with high-pitched whimpers. He hit that sweet spot with each grind of his hips, pushing your legs tight to his body, angling himself according to which garnered the loudest moans.
You drew your legs back and felt his own shudder, his tempo picking up until you knew nothing but a haze of bliss. Teeth nipped at your shoulder. You turned and returned the feral urge, biting down on Garreth’s pulse, nails raking down his back to join his freckles in red welted constellations.
Without thinking, you began to suck on his skin. Garreth hissed and fucked you harder, the bed shaking as he pounded into you harder.
“Go on, mark me,” he whispered.
So you did, making a crimson oval bloom in the middle of his neck. Mine, it seemed to say; and it was a ridiculous notion that he was yours at all. But in the euphoria that preceded another mind-blowing orgasm, it seemed the most intuitive thing in the world.
You were so close, and almost screamed with frustration when Garreth seamlessly pulled you on top of him.
But fuck, he looked good beneath you.
From this new vantage you could appreciate just how ruined he already was; a sheen of sweat coating his skin, all prettily pink from exertion. His eyes were hooded and glistening, fixed on you so intensely you felt, impossibly, even more naked than you were.
Even with you on top, he kept fucking you, holding your waist with a bruising grip whilst thrusting upwards. You tried to meet his blistering tempo, slamming down onto his cock until his eyes rolled back in his head. Legs shaking, heart racing, you were at that peak again, just teetering on the edge.
“Please…,” he moaned. His eyebrows contracted, desperation lacing his voice.
He was right with you on that precipice, waiting for your permission.
“Come for me, Garreth.”
His body convulsed as he came. Fingers gripping tight, holding you in place as he filled you. As soon as you felt that hot release, your own orgasm exploded through your body. You rocked your hips with every pulse, tightening around Garreth’s throbbing cock until he was spent, at which point you collapsed onto his chest with a half-sob, half-sigh.
Sweat plastered your face, goosebumps coated your skin. He held you, wrapped you in those big arms and kissed your forehead as your breathing slowly returned to normal.
Then all was quiet, which you already knew was a rarity with Garreth.
You could get used to this, you thought.
“I could get used to this,” he said.
You smiled, angling your head to kiss his cheek before setting back on his chest. His heart thumped to a familiar beat—your own.
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🌸Fluff ~ 🥀 Angst ~ ⭐ Humor ~ 🔞 NSFW
Pre-Relationship
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⭐ FREE MEALS AND MARRIAGE PROPOSALS !! by @rooksamoris
⭐ YOU DREAM OF ME?? by @temiizpalace
Established Relationship
🌸 Lucky Stars by @spadecentral
🌸 After Hours by @writingseaslugs
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"Task Failed Successfully?" Azul Ashengrotto x GN Reader
Synopsis: He’s finally ready to execute his master plan to make you fall in love with him, and it all starts today… the day you planned to confess to him.
Word Count: ~1.4k
A/N: I love Azul he's such a lil dork to me
Warnings: Azul is down pretty bad, he's also a nervous wreck, Floyd and Jade are there for 2 seconds
It started after his overblot. You saw him at his worst, his most emotional and destructive, yet you still treated him so kindly. You didn’t hold it against him or blame him, if anything you were compassionate. He was caught off guard by your sincerity, and how your presence started making his chest feel tight. His persona he worked so hard to maintain at all times wavered whenever you were near. He stuttered, he forgot what he wanted to say, he smiled too wide and laughed too hard. You ruined his composure every time you were around and it was getting harder to pretend you were just a client or friend to him by the day.
The first step was admitting you had become much more important to him than he had anticipated you would, and that he didn’t want to be without you.
The second step was making you feel the same way.
In a school full of eligible bachelors, Azul was not confident in his current position. Suddenly it felt like everyone around you was a potential suitor, and he couldn’t help but worry it was only a matter of time before somebody else asked you out. And your kindness wasn’t exclusive to him, as much as he selfishly wished it was. You were friendly with plenty of students, was he just another friend to you? He couldn’t be, he couldn’t stand it. And that’s where the plan first came to fruition.
It was rather convoluted and even he knew it. But it was necessary, he reasoned, to make sure you had ample opportunity to see him at his best and most attractive. What better way to do that than getting you to work with him?
He could see it all in his head: He’d ask you to meet in his office, convince you to make a deal to work for him, and make you his assistant so you spent your entire shift with him. Then you’d get to watch him run the lounge and maneuver his way into contracts with ease, and he would get to take advantage of your time alone to get to know you even better. He’d use what he learned from your conversations to make himself look even better, until you’re so impressed you can’t help but start falling for him. You’d think he’s so cool and confident and smart and successful and-
“Oya, are you still listening, Azul?”
“I think he’s busy thinking about someone, hehe~”
Azul opens his eyes to see the twins smiling mischievously at each other. They had been walking out of their dorm together when his mind started wandering, now they’re nearly at their classrooms.
“Keep your voice down.” Azul commands, but it doesn’t hold a lot of weight when he’s clearly flustered. “Somebody might hear you.”
The brothers give each other a look, then go right back to smiling. Azul frowns before he reminds them he’ll be late to the lounge after class and to open without him. Then the trio splits, and Azul spots you as you dart into the alchemy classroom before the warning bell rings.
Today, today was going to be the start of everything.
———
After a very distracted school day (and after making sure Floyd actually went back to the lounge), Azul walked with determination to the hall of mirrors. He picked a day both the track and basketball club were busy with practice so he’d be able to get you alone at Ramshackle. He wasn't threatened by Ace or Deuce, but he needed them out the way while he set things in motion. He was so nearly there, all he had to do was sweet talk his way into getting you back to the lounge to sign a contract that would pave the way to your destined love story.
He’s finally at your door, and his stomach twists in a knot. He raises his fist but hesitates to knock, revisiting every line he had planned in his head one final time. A voice from behind him nearly makes him jump out of skin.
“Azul? What are you doing here?” He turns around to see you watching him curiously. He recovers from his surprise quickly and grins at you politely.
“Prefect! I was just looking for you. Do you have a moment?”
“Yeah, sure. I was looking for you too, actually, I went to the lounge and everything. Do you wanna come in?”
That explains how he got to your dorm before you at least, but leaves him with a lot of other questions. What did you want him for? If you were looking for him at the lounge, did you want a deal? He figured he would have to make a very strong case for the benefits of working for him to get you on board, but if you had something you wanted from him too, that might make things easier. He smiles confidently at this turn of events. “Of course.”
He follows you into Ramshackle. It’s not a problem if your conversation happens here instead he figures, as long as everything else still works out the way it’s supposed to. You gesture to the couch and he sits down.
“So, Prefect, what is it you needed to see me about?” He’s expecting you to say something trivial, something like notes for class or help with an assignment. Something he can already use to show you how competent he is, how hard he’d work to help you as your partner, how-
…Why are you looking at him like that?
He grows more confused as your entire demeanor changes. The air gets heavier, more serious and you won’t look him directly in the eyes anymore. You fidget with your hands a bit, a nervous habit of yours he’s picked up on.
“...Maybe you should go first.”
“What makes you say that?” “Mine’s…a whole thing. Plus you might not like it. Or me, after.”
You’ve got him nervous now. Had something bad happened? He was concerned of course, though the thought that you had a more serious issue and came to him of all people for help filled him with a guilty kind of joy. Now was a chance to prove himself as someone reliable and attentive to you.
“I assure you nothing could make me dislike you.” He admits a little more genuinely than he intended to. He clears his throat before quickly trying to move past it. “And I have time. If something or someone is causing you trouble, it can be dealt with. You just have to tell me.”
Perfect, now you would spill, he'd offer to fix your issue in exchange for your employment, you were right where he wanted you...
…Had you been sitting that close to him before? Once he notices your proximity, he can’t help the growing heat in his face and ears.
You lean in a little closer to him and his face rivals an angry Heartslabyul dorm leader’s. You gently place your hand on top of his on the couch and he starts trembling. You look up at him again, and his wide-eyed expression makes you laugh. He’s always liked your laugh, but the way it sounds right now makes his heart flutter.
“You’re sure you want to know?” You’re teasing him now and he knows it, but he can hardly form a thought other than how alluring you look. Your other hand finds its way to push a piece of hair out of his face and he feels like he’s going to combust. He tries to answer, but it comes out as some stuttered gibberish that only makes your smirk grow wider. “Azul, you’re really cute like this.” “C-cute? I don’t…that’s, I-”
“I like you, silly. I was gonna ask you out once I got you alone.”
His whole body tenses up. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. It’s not like it wasn’t supposed to end up here, but he wanted to be suave and cool about it, and here he was a complete mess. He planned to have a few months at least to brace himself before you’d even start flirting with him, now you’re still not letting go of his hand and you’re leaning in even more-
When you kiss him, his mind bluescreens completely. Your lips move softly against his and he can’t breathe. And when you pull away, any remainder of that meticulous plan he came to your door with is gone, erased from his brain. You stay close for a moment and he swears you’ve never looked more captivating.
"An Unexpected Lesson in Envy" Cater Diamond x GN Reader
Synopsis: Cater wants to show off pictures of you on Magicam, but the online response is not what he was expecting.
Word Count: ~1.4k
A/N: Well it turns out that Cater’s speech and whole overuse of internet lingo thing feels so unnatural to write for me so I think I ended up making him more serious than I was supposed to lol, I did my best. Also the @ looks like that cause I almost accidentally tagged a real person lol
Warnings: jealousy, light reverse comfort
“Come on, just a few more!”
“You said that ten minutes ago!”
You loved him, you did, but your boyfriend had a habit of roping you into photo shoots that could be inconveniently long. You were too cute, he’d always say, he couldn’t help it. You were in the gardens of Heartslabyul, which made for the perfect background as well. Today though, you have a history essay that you really need to get started on. If you stuck around too much longer, you’d have to work pretty late into the night to finish in time.
“You’re so cruel to leave me~” he whines, which you respond to with a lighthearted glare. “Fine,” he sighs, “We’ve already gotten enough good pics anyway.”
“Thanks. I’ll text you later tonight.” You quickly kiss his cheek before hurrying back to your dorm to work.
Cater returns to his room as well. While he’s ascending the tall, twisted stairs to get there, he’s scrolling through all the photos he got today. He’s almost giddy as he looks through them, you ended up with some fantastic shots today.
He flops onto his back on his bed and starts collecting his favorite ones to post. He decides on a short collection of them, and rushes to Magicam to show them off.
‘Some adorbs photos with @ ididntasktobehere in the gardens! Some of my fav pics I’ve taken! #aesthetic #gorgeous #photoshoot #CayCaythebestphotographer’
He smiles to himself, satisfied with the caption he typed out. He posts them immediately, excited to see the response that they’ll get. And the attention starts coming within minutes of posting.
He knew the pictures would get some popularity, his followers liked almost anything he posted featuring the gardens, and you were always a stunning model in his opinion. What he doesn’t expect is the amount of attention. The comments and likes start rolling in like they never have for him. No other post of his has gone as viral as this one.
He’s ecstatic about it, until he starts actually reading the comments.
-OMG, who is that? They are BEAUTIFUL
-literally ethereal omg
-They could slap me and I’d actually thank them for real
-JUST ONE CHANCE PLEASE I BEG
He’s…conflicted.
Of course you’re beautiful, and of course people would notice. That was to be expected, so why was his chest still feeling tighter and tighter the more he read?
He wasn’t the jealous type, really. He never got upset if you were affectionate with your friends. He never blamed you if some other guy flirted with you, because of course you always turned them down. And as long as they took no for an answer, he couldn’t really blame them for finding you attractive either.
It’s never been so many people though. Especially all at once. It wasn’t just one person who wanted your attention, it had turned into hundreds thanks to his post. People were praising you with every compliment they could think of, and some were even asking if you were single.
Your account was private, so he wasn’t worried about you being flooded with unwanted attention suddenly. But he was worried about what you’d think if you saw all the comments. Would you be uncomfortable?
…Would you like them? He guesses he could understand if you did, everyone was being so nice and complimentary. But he realizes a part of him really doesn’t want you to.
He was the uncomfortable one. As uncharacteristic as it was, he was jealous and had to admit it.
Now he was at a loss for what to do, though. Does he delete the post? You followed him, so if you checked once you were done with your essay and the pictures weren’t there, you might ask what happened to them. He technically could respond to everyone that you were taken, but didn’t that make him seem insecure? He should be able to just brush it off, he thinks.
It’s getting late by this point, and he decides to just try and ignore it for the night. He’d deal with any more comments in the morning, when his head was a little clearer.
—-
He could not ignore it for the night. Every few hours he was up and checking for any more replies to his post, always finding at least a few new ones. His frown deepened with each additional comment. For the first time, he was actually loathing the popularity of his own post.
You could tell something was off when he greeted you with only a half-hearted smile and spent your whole walk to class together clearly lost in his own thoughts. He wasn’t any better anytime you spotted him in the hall between classes. He still wasn’t any better at the end of the school day, which is why you follow him to his dorm to confront him about it.
“Come on, you know you’ve been weird today. Are you feeling sick? Is something wrong?”
“It really isn’t that big of a deal.” There’s absolutely zero pep in his tone, none of his usual Cater mannerisms present. He seems almost exhausted.
“That’s a lie and you know it. Cater, why can’t you talk to me about it?”
He ponders for a second, still feeling guilty for being jealous in the first place. But clearly he wasn’t hiding it well, and making you worry about him didn’t feel very good either. So he takes a deep breath in before laying out everything that happened with the post.
“...That’s it? I saw the post, you even tagged me. I looked at the comments too when I saw you were getting so many. I honestly just rolled my eyes at them. I didn’t realize they were making you upset.”
“I…I guess I didn’t expect to be either? I just…I don’t know why. It’s not like I think you’d break up with me for one of them or anything.”
“It’s still okay to feel weird about it though. Do you want to take the post down?”
“I thought about it, but I’m not sure. And the same thing might happen if I ever post more.” He seems extra dejected at the thought of that. Luckily, an idea pops into your head.
You grab his phone out of his hand. He looks at you surprised, but lets you open up his camera and sit next to him.
“Okay, now like this…” You put his arm around you and lean into him close. He seems to get the idea at this point and smiles widely before pulling you in tightly himself. You both position yourselves in frame, and you press your lips to his cheek as you take the picture.
When you pull away and hand him his phone back, his mood has already flipped completely. Even more so as he types out his next caption:
‘Thanks for the love on the pics we posted! Me and my lovely partner @ ididntasktobehere have been reading all the nice comments together! #cutestcouple #cutiesinlove’
“‘Cuties in love?’ Get rid of that, that’s embarrassing.”
“But it’s true! We’re a couple of cuties, the cutest couple in the school!”
He laughed at himself and closed his phone with a satisfied grin. He was sure the two of you got the point across to everyone. With his confidence restored, he looks at you and starts brainstorming again.
“Oooh, maybe Vil will let us use one of the rooms at Pomefiore, everything in there is so fancy, it would totally blow up if we did a little shoot there.”
“You’re seriously already planning another?” You laugh.
Of course he was. Now that everyone had it straight that you were taken, he was going to take every opportunity to show you off.
Plus, if anybody had something to say, he could always just ask you to kiss him on camera again. In fact, he decides, he’ll probably ask you even if they don’t. Because as good as showing you off felt, it didn’t feel nearly as good as showing off that you were his and he was yours.
Synopsis: it's only on midnights like these that he'll think of you
Tags: unrequited love, angst, longing, hurt no comfort
Word count: 669
Notes: christmas angst!! idk why but im always a bit sad on christmas nights, so here's that projected onto vil with midnight rain, by taylor swift!!
Masterlist
I guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted.
And he never thinks of me, except when I'm on TV.
I guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted.
And I never think of him, except on midnights like this.
―midnight rain, taylor swift
Vil always saw his life as successful, a glittering mosaic of accomplishments that sparkled in the spotlight of global adoration. The world knew him as a charismatic and talented actor with an otherworldly beauty, a name whispered in awe across red carpets and cinema halls.
It was everything he had ever wanted, his childhood dream come true. All of his efforts to become recognised as more than a villainous character had finally come to fruition. He could finally stand on stage proudly as the protagonist.
But sometimes, there's a voice inside him that yearns for something different.
It's a voice that gets particularly loud on quiet nights when he's all alone with his thoughts.
Tonight, was one of these nights.
It was Christmas Eve, and though the streets were filled with festive cheer, Vil found himself sitting by the window by himself, the distant voices invoking a soft smile on his lips.
Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves with friends and family, but Vil became rather isolated after dedicating himself entirely to his career. Each cherished relationship, while still held dear, slowly ebbed away in the relentless tide of his professional pursuits. He doesn't mind much, he doesn't have the time nor energy to treat someone the way they deserve, but he always ends up reminiscing about the last time he had such a strong connection with someone.
You were a big fan of his work, but Vil quickly realised you were more than just a normal fan. You always offered your support for him, while also giving him critical feedback. In your eyes, he wasn't just a celebrity; you saw the human behind the spotlight, and that meant everything.
Slowly, imperceptibly at first, he found himself drawn to the warmth of your spirit that rivalled the sun. Your words were more than admiration; they were a lifeline that gently peeled away the layers guarding his heart.
There was an unspoken understanding between the two of you, the feelings that bubbled from admiration, to friendship, and something even stronger. You didn't dare to confess, the last thing you wanted was to impose your feelings on him. Him, who always made his work his priority.
So when he started distancing himself from you, you knew he had made his decision, and you could do nothing but respect it. And thus, both of you moved on, continuing your lives as if you never meant anything to each other.
He thinks back to the picture of you he saw the other day on Magicam where you stood amidst a Christmas celebration, a radiant smile illuminating the frame. The scene encapsulated an aura of familial bliss, with your husband, a familiar lion beastman, nestled close at your side. Two children sat at either side, cocooned in the embrace of festive happiness.
He can't help the twinge of jealousy that stings at his heart. Everything in that picture exudes perfect happiness, and that was just a slice of your everyday life. Could he have been that happy with you too? What if there could be an alternate reality where the threads of your lives had been woven in a different way? What if he, too, had a family to gather around a Christmas tree, sharing laughter and creating memories?
What if he could've had you in his arms?
Maybe in making his name known and chasing after his success, he had given away a life with you, a cosy, simple one where the rest of the world didn't matter because you had each other.
Gazing at his own reflection in the window, he beheld the carefully sculpted beauty that he had painstakingly crafted throughout every fleeting second of his existence. But amidst the crafted perfection, a solitary tear traced its path down his face.
Synopsis: Malleus has been gifted beautiful flowers as a present, but it seems he's extremely upset by them. What could have happened?
Tags: miscommunication, flower languages, malleus is sad for a bit, fluff, crack, bot proofread
Word count: 1k+
Notes: im extremely obsessed with flower languages and so here's one of the fic ideas I have that involve different interpretations for flower languages haha
Masterlist
Malleus surveyed the bouquet of tall sunflowers in his hand, a mix of bewilderment and disappointment washing over him. Their large, golden petals stretched outward like rays of the sun, exuding a warm and vibrant energy that seemed to fill the room. The dark brown centre of the sunflowers contrasted sharply with the bright petals, creating a captivating focal point that drew Malleus's gaze.
You had gifted him these flowers, but instead of feeling joy, he felt a pang of sadness.
The flower language associated with sunflowers was "false riches." Did you really think of him as someone who sought material wealth? Did you truly think so lowly of him?
He looked at the sunflowers again, their vibrant yellow petals almost taunting him. Despite his attempts to brush it off, he couldn't help but feel hurt. He clutched the bouquet tightly, his mind racing with thoughts. Malleus let out a sigh and turned the bouquet in his hands with a pensive look.
"False riches," Malleus muttered to himself, his frustration evident in his voice. "Why would they give me sunflowers? Is this how they see me?"
He paced back and forth in his room, consumed by agitation. What had he done to make you think of him in such a way? Surely, he must have done something wrong, he couldn't fathom why you would choose sunflowers, of all flowers.
As he continued to brood, Malleus didn't notice your knock at the door before you entered the room, concern written on your face. "Tsunotarou," you called softly, reaching out to touch his arm. "What's wrong?" you asked, your heart aching at the sight of him in distress.
Startled by your touch, Malleus turned to you, his expression a tumultuous mix of surprise and sorrow. Emotions played across his features like a storm, his usually shimmering eyes lacking their usual ulster, and his lips slightly downturned, uncovering his inner turmoil. His furrowed eyebrows accentuated the lines of worry on his forehead, as if he carried a heavy burden.
He hesitated for a brief moment, his usually proud posture faltering as he let out a deep, heavy sigh. His voice was laced with confusion and sorrow as his shoulders slumped in defeat. "My dear Child of Man… I…I couldn't understand why you would choose to send me sunflowers," he admitted, his words coming out in a slow, hesitant manner. His usual eloquence seemed to falter, revealing the vulnerability that lay beneath his confident facade.
"With their negative connotation, I thought I must have done something wrong for you to see me in such a light," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he couldn't bear to fully voice his insecurities. Hurt tinged his tone, and his eyes searched for answers that eluded him.
"Negative connotation?" you replied, your brow furrowing in perplexity as you looked at Malleus. Weren’t sunflowers generally known to be cheery and bright? "What do you mean?" You asked, trying to decipher the reason behind his distress.
"Well... sunflowers represent false riches," he paused, crestfallen as he continued. "A long time ago, explorers had mistaken the flowers for real gold. Since then, it’s been used to mock delusions of grandeur."
Oh.
"Oh, Tsunotarou," you sighed, your voice brimming with tenderness, as you reached out to touch his hand. "I'm so sorry for the confusion. You see... back where I'm from, sunflowers mean something entirely different."
His eyes searched yours, curiosity flickering in their depths. "What? What do they mean then?" he asked eagerly.
"In the myths of my world," you began, "there was a story of a maiden who fell passionately in love with the sun god. She would gaze at him with unwavering adoration as he flew across the sky, and her heart belonged to him alone. In the end, she transformed into a sunflower, a symbol of her unyielding devotion. That's why sunflowers mean 'I only have eyes for you'."
Your words lingered in the air, laden with the weight of your emotions. You could discern the shock and wonder in Malleus' eyes as he absorbed your story. The parallel between the mythical girl and your own sentiments for him was not lost on him, and warmth suffused his chest at the thought of how deeply he meant to you. It was as though a veil had been lifted, and he now grasped the true significance behind the sunflowers you had bestowed upon him. His expression softened, and a loving smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"I... I didn't know," he mumbled as he looked at you with renewed appreciation. "Thank you for sharing that with me. It appears I misunderstood the flower."
You shook your head, reaching up to caress his cheek gently. "It's okay," you reassured him, your touch conveying your sentiment. " Flower languages can differ in various regions, I’m sorry I hurt your feelings earlier."
"I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions," he murmured, his voice laced with sincerity. "Thank you for clarifying, my love."
Your lips curved into a tender smile, and your heart swelled with happiness, a warm glow spreading through your chest. "You're welcome," you replied, your voice steeped with endearment as you stare into Malleus's eyes, captivated by their emerald brilliance. "Malleus, I only have eyes for you, and my love for you is unwavering."
A flicker of emotion passed across his features as his usually stoic demeanour seemed to melt away, showing the vulnerable side you cherished. "You are the only one for me, my dearest child of man," he whispered, his voice imbued with sincerity. The endearment he used for you was so uniquely Malleus, you could feel your heart skip a beat and your cheeks warm.
In that moment, surrounded by the gentle glow of affection and the unspoken words that hung in the air, you felt an unbreakable connection with the fae prince. It was as if your souls were intertwined, bound by a love that transcended words and language. The sunflowers that had initially caused confusion now symbolized the priceless bond between you, a testament to the unique language of love that transcends worlds.
Suffice it to say, sunflowers became Malleus’ favourite flowers.
Hi, congratulations on 1k followers! I love your writing a lot and I was hoping you could do Villainess AUs with Malleus? Like isekai manhwa style? Thank you!!
the gazelle's sweet briar
Pairing: Malleus Draconia x f!reader
Synopsis: your first objective was to avoid the main characters, but it's not easy when you only have the memories of your friend's ramblings to work off of
Tags: cliché isekai plot, reincarnation, fluff, arranged marriage, tw (mentioned): bad parenting, patriarchal society, death
Word count: 1.6k+
Notes: @coralinnii has an amazing series based on isekai villainesses, so i definitely recommend you check out her work too! im so in love with it (≧▽≦)
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Once upon a time, there lived a villainess of exceptional allure, her visage as enchanting as a moonlit night. However, this bewitching beauty concealed a heart blackened by a singular obsession with appearances.
From the earliest days of her upbringing, her mother, a woman who had managed to step into aristocracy by charming a noble, had instilled in her a cruel belief: that those who were not blessed with physical perfection were destined for lives of relentless mockery and eternal solitude. This twisted ideology consumed the villainess' every thought, blinding her to the virtues of education and morality. She became nothing more than a porcelain doll, admired solely for her aesthetic charm.
The King arranged a marriage between her and Duke Draconia, the enigmatic descendant of the dragons who ruled the northern lands, believing that such a striking bride would surely please the reclusive Duke.
However, the King remained oblivious to the swirling rumours that pervaded the courtly circles. Whispers spoke of the Duke as a hideous man who had never once revealed his face, perpetually concealed behind a forbidding black mask. When the rumours reached the villainess' ears, she threw tantrum after tantrum, vehemently refusing to wed a man whose appearance couldn't possibly match her own.
Yet, a royal decree could not be denied. Reluctantly, the villainess embarked on her journey to the northern realm in bitter acceptance. It had rained the moment she arrived, the castle dark and uninviting, with thorns crawling onto the obsidian walls. The Duke, an oblivious and shy man, did not greet her at the grand entrance. Instead, she was met by the Duke's advisor, a man with a curiously boyish features.
Humiliation welled up within the villainess' heart, for she felt as if she were being played the fool by the entire duchy. On the eve of her arrival, anxiety gnawed at her like a relentless spectre.
As night descended, the Duke, mustering his courage, attempted to approach the vexed lady.
But when the villainess beheld his masked face, terror seized her like a vice. "Stay back! You hideous beast!" she cried out, her voice trembling with fear, and she recoiled, her steps faltering as she retreated from him.
The Duke, wounded by her cruel words, attempted to console her, his outstretched hand beseeching understanding. Yet, her irrational dread overcame her, and she continued her backward retreat until, with a heart-stopping scream, she slipped from an open window.
That was how the villainess' life ended.
you hadn't actually read the book, but it wasn't difficult identifying who you got reincarnated as
especially with how your best friend obsessed over this villainess because, and i quote, "if pretty, why evil, huh???"
you woke up a week before the villainess would depart for the North, but that week alone was enough to make you understand the way she acted
every day, you were fed portions fitting of a child, had your skin rubbed raw as you were bathed, and not a moment of your mother's nitpicking about a sudden imperfection she found in you
in truth, you were more than glad to leave for the North, even if that's where your life would be on the line
the survival plan was simple: maintain an amicable relationship with the duchy until the night the heroine stumbles in to ask for a night of shelter, to which the heroine would heal the emotional wounds of the Duke, and share with him the beauty of love, bringing warmth into his heart
and so, you arrived at the estate, the castle tall and intimidating with the clouds dark and foreboding
still, you stepped out of your carriage (with wobbly legs) and met the advisor (your friend's favourite character, in fact)
the advisor, lilia, though seemed young, was actually the very man who raised the duke in the absence of his parents
he welcomed you as the lady of the duchy, and led you to your quarters
by nightfall, you were quite comfortable with living in the estate
everyone was polite, the food was delicious (and properly sized), and you had no doubt you'd settle nicely here
as a precaution to the death sequence, you decided to take a stroll in the rose garden after dinner
if you were already on the ground floor, you couldn't fall to your death, right?
but unexpectedly, you encountered a lone figure in the centre of the garden
he was incredibly tall, dressed simply, his emerald eyes fixated on the estate
upon closer inspection, you noticed he had long horns as well, perhaps he was a gazelle beastman?
either way, you were curious about what it was that held his attention so strongly that he couldn't notice your presence
"Excuse me, sir? May I ask what is so interesting about the building?" you timidly break the silence of the night.
The man turns to you, his eyes widening in surprise. "... Do you not know who I am?"
You blinked in confusion at his words. His words filled you with a sense of foreboding. You wondered if this person matched any of the characters your friend had so fervently described, but all you could recall was the beautiful villainess and the enigmatic advisor to the Duke.
"My apologies, I'm afraid I do not... May I know your name, sir?"
A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he considered your question. "No... If that is the case, you may call me whatever you wish."
Perplexed by his response, you tried to come up with a suitable name. "Then... May I call you Mr. Gazelle?"
Upon hearing your words, he burst out in laughter. "Hahaha! What an interesting choice. Very well, I accept the name," he said. "In response to your first question, I was observing the gargoyles of the building."
on that night, not only did you learn more about the fascinating functions gargoyles serve, you also made your first friend in this life
strangely enough, you didn't meet the duke at all unlike the novel, which though strange, you greatly welcomed
if you didn't have any ties with him, then it'd be so much easier to just divorce him, get the money, and live a comfortable luxurious life far away from the main characters
though as you say that, you find yourself wanting to spend more and more time with "Mr Gazelle"
despite his intimidating appearance, he turned out to be a very generous person, frequently gifting you little trinkets he's made or bouquets he's arranged
he's started calling you "Briar", after the roses in the garden where he met you
you greatly appreciated the nickname, it felt better to be called that than the name of the villainess, that you could just be yourself and not play the role of a villainess avoiding ruin
you also find that whatever musings you've mentioned to him, they somehow manifest themselves
oh? you wish you could learn about embroidery? the next day there's a basket full of the highest quality threads and fabrics, with a gentle tutor to help you learn
(you still remember how cute "Mr Gazelle" looked when you gave him your first finished product, a handkerchief with an embroidered gargoyle)
what's this? you'd like to try more desserts from the capital you were never allowed to try? say no more! the next day the chef presents you with 10 different choices!
so you assumed he was an advisor of sorts to the Duke, because how else could your requests be granted so easily?
but one day, around two months after you started living in the duchy, "Mr Gazelle" asked you questions about the duke, whether you were afraid of him, would you prefer to meet him, curious questions like that
though surprised by the topic, you answered honestly, saying you don't really believe in the rumours (because you know from your friend he's an ethereal beauty) and yes, you would like to meet your husband
and what do you know? lilia informs you the duke wants to share dinner with you. what a coincidence!! :)
Nervousness held you in its grasp as you stepped into the room. Your gaze remained fixed on the carpet beneath your feet, and your knees bent gracefully as you executed the perfect curtsey.
"Your Grace."
You could hear sounds of shuffling, and then a pair of black boots entered your field of vision. Familiar hands found yours, guiding you to rise and stand upright. "Rise, my Briar," he murmured gently.
With hesitant anticipation, you finally looked up, taking in the obsidian mask that concealed his face. That voice, that nickname, and those enchanting eyes—it was all too familiar.
"Mr Gazelle..." you whispered in disbelief.
His eyes narrowed in mirth as he chuckled. "Although I hold great fondness for that name, I do wish you could call your husband by his name," he said as he began to remove his mask.
"Malleus..." you breathed.
A tender smile graced his lips, and his eyes sparkled with affection as he delicately brushed a stray lock of hair from your face—a gesture he had done countless times before. "My sweet Briar, I implore you to forgive me for deceiving you. I wished nothing more but to know you," he pleaded.
Oh, with how loud your heart was pounding in your chest, you realized that you were irrevocably and hopelessly ensnared in a love story that had deviated far from the original story.
Synopsis: how could you even know if the person he fell in love with was real or not?
Tags: villainess au, angsty, hurt with comfort, still fluffy, semi identity crisis, jade leech is a supportive partner
Word count: 1k+
Notes: this is a side story for the Jade's Villainess fic! takes place around a month(?) after that ending hehe
i guess november depression got to me a bit hehe
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The moon delicately draped its silver glow over the balcony, a celestial shawl woven with threads of ethereal light. You stood within its radiant caress, the cool night air wrapping around you like a silken cloak, the chill permeating your senses a gentle, haunting melody.
It was another evening of familial gatherings, wearing plastered smiles and establishing business connections. It's surprising to think the person you were merely a year ago, was one who would have recoiled at the very notion of delving into the world of business. But now, you stood as one of the most accomplished businesswomen in the country, engaged to a rising merchant family with seemingly seemed boundless.
As you gazed into the night, a lingering question echoed in the recesses of your mind, praying to be answered. When had you changed so much? It was more than just seeing the villainess in your reflection, it was the way you spoke like her, thought like her. When did you become someone unrecognizable to even yourself? Was the current version still authentically you, or had the charade of playing the villainess gone on for so long that your true identity had become a distant memory?
The engagement had brought a semblance of stability to your tumultuous life. Yet, amidst the success, a newfound apprehension clung to the edges of your heart. Undoubtedly, your love for Jade was true, embracing his flaws and strengths alike, but could the same be said for him? Did Jade love the real you, whoever that may be now, or had he been captivated by the persona you meticulously crafted to survive?
The stillness of the night shattered with the familiar cadence of footsteps, announcing the arrival of your fiancé by your side.
"You've been outside for quite a while, my love. I'm concerned you might catch a cold in the chill of the night," he says, genuine worry etched across his face.
A rueful smile plays on your lips at his concern, trying to ignore the inkling that this concern wasn't meant for you.
"It's alright, Jade. I'm accustomed to the cold," you reply, weaving a white lie in hopes of alleviating his concerns enough to avoid a confrontation.
"Even so," he starts, removing his jacket to drape it over your shoulders. The lingering warmth sends a slight shiver down your spine. "I can't help but worry about your well-being, my dear." He studies your complexion, his brows are furrowed, and concern is etched in every line of his face.
"Is something troubling you, my love?"
You blink.
Of course, he noticed, of course, you couldn't hide your feelings from him. The man before you could read people like they were books, a master of perception and intelligence. Of course, he was the man who had your entire heart.
"It's nothi-"
"It's not nothing if it affects you so,"
Damn him for having such a way with his words.
You hesitate, averting your gaze to the side, unsure of how to voice the turmoil within.
"Jade... why do you love me?"
"I-I'm sorry?"
"What made you fall in love with me?"
The confusion in his gaze melts into a silent determination as he considers your question, his eyes searching yours for a moment before a tender smile graced his lips. Taking a step closer, his hand delicately cups your cheek, the warmth of his touch a comforting contrast to the cool night.
"I admit, was intrigued by your boldness in our first meeting, but it's more to it that captured my heart."
He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your skin. "I fell in love with you, who always gives her best in every endeavour, no matter how challenging."
His lips brush against your forehead, a soft affirmation of his affection. "I fell for you, who worked tirelessly to become the person you are, always eager to learn more about the world."
A tender kiss graces your cheek as he continues, "I fell for you—who, despite appearing confident, is secretly nervous and jittery before every business deal, yet strives relentlessly to achieve the best possible outcome."
His words hang in the night air, and with each declaration, a gentle touch accompanied the sentiment, as if sealing the truth with an intimate promise. "And, above all, I fell for the person who chose me. You, my love, who could endure my twisted personality and embrace all that I am."
His lips meet yours in a lingering kiss. Each brush is soft and tentative, conveying an unspoken promise of support and understanding.
As he withdraws, gently resting his forehead against yours, you find yourself succumbing to tears within the comfort of his embrace. Overwhelmed, yet profoundly grateful, you cherish the presence of this steadfast companion by your side.
"Oh dear," he grins, a crooked smile adorning his face as he wipes your tears away. "Perhaps you don't appreciate my feelings?"
You punch him lightly in the chest for his teasing, a chuckle escaping your lips, "You're awful."
"Hmm," he hums, enfolding you in a tight embrace, his hands gently tracing soothing circles on your back. "Indeed, what an awful fiancé I am, to make my beloved so distressed. I do hope she finds it in her heart to forgive me, she holds my whole heart, no, my entire being, you see,"
With your tears still lingering, you murmur softly, "Of course I forgive you,"
The future remains uncertain, and you are still grappling with questions about who you've become. But in the moment, nestled in the warmth of his arms, one thing shines with clarity amidst the ambiguity.
You love Jade, and he reciprocates that love wholeheartedly. In tall your uncertainty, this unwavering emotion is an anchor that gives you strength, a truth that nothing could ever alter.
Synopsis: if you're born into the enemy family, you suppose the best solution would be to simply switch sides
Tags: cliché isekai plots, reincarnation, enemies to lovers, female reader, historical setting, mentioned abuse and neglect, unhealthy mental states, arranged marriages, patriarchal society drama, angst with comfort, fluffy end, long fic
Word count: 2.7k+
Notes: this is my magnum opus omg i really loved writing this hahaha. happy birthday my most beloved adorable eel!
Floyd's Villainess ✧ Malleus' Villainess
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There once lived a villainess who desired nothing more than to be wanted.
Her family, newcomers to the nobility, had ascended the social hierarchy due to their vital contributions to the kingdom. The baron, burdened by the weight of lineage, pined fervently for an heir, as the baroness had endured the heartache of multiple miscarriages, casting dark doubts upon her ability to provide a rightful successor to the barony.
In her heart, the villainess despised her ill-fated gender, for the world deemed her unworthy, and even her own mother rarely graced her presence, leaving her in the care of a faithful nanny.
But the villainess' destiny took a sinister turn when, at long last, the baroness bore a son. A grand celebration erupted throughout the barony, and slowly, the servants who had once watched over the young villainess began to shirk their duties, knowing the baroness's newfound obsession with her own offspring left no room in her heart for her daughter.
Now that the barony had secured its coveted heir, the young villainess was deemed nothing more than a pawn in the grand game of arranged marriages. It was hardly a shock when the baron agreed to a proposal from a prosperous merchant family, one that required no dowry for their daughter's hand in marriage.
The baroness recognized the potential of this union to solidify ties with the merchant family, and thus, at the tender age of fourteen, the young villainess was whisked away to the merchant family's opulent estate to meet her new family.
Life amidst the merchants was a vast improvement for the villainess. No longer was she subjected to neglect or mockery; the servants treated her with respect, and she embarked on a journey of education. Her heart was filled with a desire to repay her new family, particularly her fiancé, who had captured her affections. He was the first man to treat her as an equal, to make her heart dance with laughter, and to seek her companionship. She pledged her life to stand by his side.
The merchant family was locked in a fierce rivalry with another merchant clan, the Leeches, who hailed from the coastal regions. The eldest son of the merchant family, the villainess's betrothed, harboured an intense loathing for the Leech family, yearning to obliterate their family and monopolize the region.
With unwavering determination, the villainess sought to become an indispensable asset to her beloved, mastering the ways of a merchant and honing her intellectual prowess. Her aim was clear: sabotage the Leeches' endeavours, be ahead of their plans, and outwit them at every turn.
These actions did not go unnoticed by the second son of the Leech family, a man of keen intellect and a gift for persuasive speech. He was captivated by the villainess's cunning and sharp mind, and a rivalry was born. They vied to outsmart each other, exchanging backhanded compliments at public gatherings, while also skilfully anticipating and countering each other's moves.
However, the villainess's world crumbled when she discovered her beloved fiancé, the very man she had dedicated her life to was having an affair, and to a mere maid. Yet, her heart was not consumed by anger. She believed her inadequacy was the root of the problem, that she had not done enough to please him. Her efforts to ruin the Leech family became more direct, driven by the desire to earn her beloved's admiration.
Alas, the recognition she yearned for would never be hers. One momentous day, during a tea party she hosted to celebrate the success of her new business, an attempt was made on the life of the Leech family's heir, by a maid, the same one her fiancé was infatuated with, sought to poison him. Miraculously, the dosage of the poison was not lethal, but it left the heir bedridden for days.
The Leech family launched an intense investigation to unmask the culprit, and it did not take long for her lover to implore her to take the blame, to save his beloved.
Love, as it often does, clouded even the sharpest minds. The villainess, whose only desire was to please her beloved, agreed to shoulder the blame.
And so, she found herself imprisoned in a dark, desolate cell, wasting away the prime of her youth. But there was one person who would pay her a fateful visit, the man who had once been her rival.
"I didn't want you to end up like this," he began, shattering the eerie silence of the dungeon.
A faint smile graced her lips. "A place like this does not befit a gentleman like you," she replied.
He chuckled bitterly. "Please, my dear, you and I both know I am far from a gentleman."
She shook her head fondly, well aware of his misdeeds in the shadows. "Well, you always were a gentleman to me..."
The air grew thick with unsaid words, until he found the courage to break the silence once more. "Why did you take the blame?"
She sighed. "Whatever do you mean, Leech?""
He scoffed. "You had countless chances to harm my family before, and you never did. You always played fairly. If you had attempted such a thing, it wouldn't have been so sloppily done, and you certainly wouldn't be sitting here now." His intense gaze implored her to explain herself.
She cursed him in her mind for knowing her that well, but in the twisted life she's lived, maybe he was the only one who truly knew her.
"... Leech, you wouldn't know how it feels to be not wanted," she muttered, feeling tears well up in her eyes.
He stared at her in silence, unable to respond to the depths of her words.
"From one rival to another," she breathed, "may I ask for one last request?"
"Of course," he replied, his eyes cast down. "It would be cruel of me to deny my lady's request."
She huffed at his words. "I... I seem to have a craving for bitter almonds... They're my favourite snack, you see. Could you bring me some?"
She looked up to stare into his eyes, for perhaps the last time. His mismatched eyes were glossy, his eyebrows furrowed and it was the most emotion she had ever seen on his face.
"As you wish... I shall have them delivered before dawn," he replied hoarsely, his voice trembling as he turned to leave.
"Thank you... Jade."
The man froze in his steps, his heart heavy with the name you had never called, before resolutely walking away from the prison cell.
The next morning, the villainess was found to have passed away with a smile on her face, an empty box that still carried the faint scent of almonds cradled in her arms.
though Jade wasn't the main character, he and his twin brother grew largely popular for their interesting banter and chemistry with the main protagonist
the fans were particularly fascinated with his tragic love story, though they were only told bits and pieces of it, since the main plot was more focused on how the main protagonist would pull Jade out of his slump and get revenge for his love
we're told Jade fell in love with "a remarkable woman who was used as a mere pawn all her life"
the fanbase collectively agreed the villainess deserved a better ending, and more so for Jade who became so emotional for her despite always keeping up his appearances
the gap moe was just too strong to resist
and though you wished for him to get a better ending, you never imagined being the one to rewrite the ending, and especially not as the reincarnated villainess
by the time you entered the story, you had just gotten affianced to the scumbag of the merchant family
but even living in her birth family for a month was enough to make you realise how deep the villainess' trauma ran
even more so when you experienced the kind treatment in the merchant family, it was no wonder the villainess' detached mind threw away all reason to dedicate herself to her scumbag of a fiancé
perhaps she had never known companionship, but for you, the scumbag's attitude was an instant red flag
he would gift you cheap gifts he found on the street, constantly remind you what an honour it was to be his fiancée, but you suppose even these acts could warm the heart of a wounded child
you know that the Jade would eventually become your rival, and you would sacrifice yourself to protect the scumbag
buuut, you also know Jade fell in love with the villainess
so, if you were to side with Jade and help him put the merchants family under the Leech family's influence, there's a high likelihood he would spare you
and even if he doesn't fall in love with you, you would still be a skillful businesseswoman that could continue to work for the Leech family, or simply start your own business
basically just side with Jade and do not harm the Leech family!
only... the novel was far too vague about the "genius of the villainess", and you only know some of Jade's business plans
this means actually studying business and transforming yourself into a crafty businesswoman worthy of being the rival of Jade Leech ( ；∀；)
but you can do it!! the villainess managed to, so why can't you?
and soon you started working on the field, actively working in information guilds and business ventures so you could make a name for yourself for him to notice you
and it didn't take long before you had your first encounter at a ball
A velvety voice spoke from behind you, "I don't believe I've made your acquaintance, my lady."
You turned gracefully, offering an elegant smile as you dipped into a curtsey. "Indeed, I don't believe I have. May I have your name, sir?"
He reciprocated with a courteous smile. "My name is Jade Leech, it's a pleasure to meet you,"
"Mr. Leech," you nodded with a hint of intrigue. "I'm—" Before you could complete your introduction, he interjected.
"My dear, I already know who you are," he said, something sinister twinkling in his hypnotic eyes. "Let's skip the pleasantries, shall we?" he suggested, and you noticed that the other guests had discreetly departed, leaving only the two of you.
"It seems my lady is quite bold, your business endeavours are rather... striking," he hummed.
A chuckle escaped your lips. "I shall take that as a compliment." Your veins tingled with anticipation, for the game had begun, and you had no intention of losing. "I'm rather impressed by your family's ventures as well,"
"Oh?" he arched an elegant eyebrow. "Do elaborate."
Game set.
"Your family operates with remarkable efficiency, I suppose any business would only aspire to such!" You said. "Hmm... It's a miracle how swiftly you've gained the support of so many reliable allies..."
You noticed a slight falter in his composure, surprised that you possessed information about the Leech family's coercive tactics, how they had either threatened or bribed indebted families into compliance.
Match.
You inched closer to him, standing on slight tiptoes to whisper into his ear. "I think we can agree we can both hurt each other, but I'd much rather think about what we could accomplish together..."
Stepping back with a smug grin, you took in his expression, adorably dazed. "Now, if you'll excuse me," you curtsied once more before turning to take your leave.
But if you had looked back, you would have seen Jade Leech with his hand concealing a sly smile, a faint blush tingeing his ears.
from that meeting, you've basically become business partners with Jade
though you do so secretly in guild meetings so the scumbag doesn't find out
you offer Jade with your family's business plans and the two of you come up with ideas to make it seem like the Leech family naturally outshone them
of course, Jade was rather suspicious of you at first, after all, why would you be working against your future in laws??
but you explained to him that, in reality, they never saw you as family
you were just a pawn in their eyes, and particularly because the marriage wasn't official yet, you were the best person to discard in order to affect the family
you could have been wrong, but it felt as if there was a bubbling anger deep within Jade's eyes as you explained your situation to him
but he very quickly switched back to his typical closed eye smile, eagerly talking about another plan to thwart your family's business
what also came as a surprise was that the poisoning incident failed
somehow, floyd's fiancé realised his tea was poisoned
still you can't deny the glee you felt when Jade assured you that he knew you didn't do it
but now, the Leech family is adamant to make the merchant family, and particularly the maid suffer
so Jade devises a plan to simultaneously protect you, and set up the downfall of the family
rumours started to spread of what cruel and immoral woman you were, scandalous bribes made with the city guards, indecent behaviour spent with your colleagues, all painting the picture of a wicked woman
the scumbag very quick to fall into the trap, started accusing you of having affairs and illicit trading
you denied these accusations, but your words did little to calm him
and all it took was a little alcohol (courtesy of Jade) to make him declare an annulment of your engagement at a party
maybe jade set up more rumour spreaders to make him more anxious, but you'll never know for sure
so as planned, you accept the annulment
but of course, you've been well-prepared to fight back against these baseless accusations, so one by one, you refute them with your business logs and witnesses to prove your innocence
your fiancé is speechless at the end of it, and the whispers of the crowd seem to show you've successfully declared your innocence
you quickly excuse yourself to a balcony to "regain your composure" and asked everyone to continue the festivities
but it wasn't long before a familiar face joined you
You didn't need to turn around to know who the footsteps were from. "Leech, the curtains are drawn. Shouldn't a gentleman such as yourself know the balcony is occupied?"
You turned to face him, finding his eyebrows furrowed in an amused manner. "My apologies. I assumed my lady might welcome some company," he replied playfully. "What's the matter my lady, you don't seem happy with the annulment at all."
A wistful smile graced your lips. "I am happy, of course, this is what we've worked towards..." You turned your gaze skyward, your eyes glistening. "It's just... I won't have anywhere to return to now,"
"Whatever do you mean?"
You scoffed. "Please, as if you didn't investigate my background before we even met," you retorted, turning to him with incredulity. "...you know I have no place in that house," you murmured quietly into the night.
"My pearl," he reached to cup your cheek, directing your gaze towards him. "How would you find a place next to me?"
His suggestion left you wide-eyed. "But the dowry-"
"You know I have no need of that," he smiled. "In fact, I think I should prepare a gift for my in-laws,"
"I wouldn't want them benefiting from you-"
"Now, now my dear," he tenderly brushed away the stray tear that fell, "when have you ever know me to be so kind? I would of course make them... suffer, a little," he added with a mischievous grin.
You couldn't help but burst into laughter at his proposal. "Hahaha! I like the way you think, Leech,"
"Is that a yes, then?" he asked, his eyes tenderly focused on you.
You leaned up to him, pressing your lips to his. He initially froze at the contact, but then melted into your embrace.
"It's a yes, Jade."
within days, you had moved into the Leech estate, and the family very fervently welcomed you
floyd has mentioned several times how this was Jade's dream come true and how he's glad he doesn't have to spend hours moping in the library about not seeing you anymore
and as expected, the merchant family soon found itself crumbling into a financial crisis now that you left them
the leech family graciously saved the family from bankruptcy, leaving them in debt of them
and Jade scoured/fabricated enough evidence from the silver hairpin and the teacup to apprehend the maid, leaving the scumbag alone and heartbroken
and though your blood family received a large sum from the Leech family, started facing financial difficulties left and right due to unsuccessful investments
it seems your new fiancé isn't very forgiving towards anyone who wrongs you
but then again, you wouldn't forgive anyone for crossing your eel either
Pairing: Jade Leech x gn!reader, Floyd Leech x gn!reader
Synopsis: you could only watch as he slowly faded away, your feelings never to be spoken
Tags: angst, farewells, comfort(?), unrequited feelings, open ending(?)
Word count: 1.1k+
Notes: @dove-da-birb @leonistic the angst fic that we talked about a while ago hehe, hope this hurts good!
heavily inspired by this song!
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A hushed ambience envelops the platform, the station's lights above casting a soft radiance. Nighttime has unfurled its dark cloak, with only several sources of light breaking up the darkness.
The sky is remarkably clear tonight, and if it were any other night you would have found yourself knocking on Jade's door, excited to go stargazing with him. You'd revel in his patient explanations of constellations, savouring his descriptive narratives of the celestial wonders above.
But tonight is different.
Jade had always been interested in academics, while you and Floyd had revelled in your outdoor adventures. It was only a matter of time before he would leave to pursue new horizons.
You just wish that time wasn't now.
"Don't make that face now, I'd much rather be sent off by one of your smiles," his voice a tender caress only intensifies the ache in your heart.
For as intelligent and astute of a man he is, could he really not tell what your feelings were for him? Or maybe, he understood but deliberately ignored them in hopes they'd die down.
'Don't go,' you plead in your mind. 'Please don't leave me,'
A tear forms at the edge of your eyelashes, and you take a slow, steadying breath, willing the tear to retreat. It clings to your lashes for a moment, before you blink it away like a fleeting memory. A simple smile curves your lips as you manage, "I'll miss you."
"You'll be alright, my dear," he reassures you, though you don't feel yourself feeling any better. "You still have Floyd by your side, and remember, I'm just a phone call away."
The train's soft hum grows more insistent, a reminder that time is slipping away. You wish you could freeze this moment, and hold onto it a little longer, but the sparkle of excitement in his eyes is enough for you to cease your selfish desires.
"Take care, Jade," you begin, your voice quivering as you choose your words carefully, pulling him into an embrace. "Remember to eat your meals, okay? Don't lose track of time while engrossed in your experiments, and don't sacrifice sleep for the allure of an interesting book..."
'... because I can't be there for you anymore.' you think to yourself, the courage to voice them slipping through your fingers like sand.
'I love you.'
As he rests within the embrace of your arms, a torrent of memories cascades floods your mind–the laughter shared, the secrets exchanged, the countless hours spent in each other's company. For a fleeting second, you dare to believe in the possibility of more. Your heart swells like a dammed river eager to breach its confines. The love you've harboured, veiled by friendship's guise, yearns to be unshackled.
But you won't let it.
Instead, you immerse yourself in the embrace of his proximity, each heartbeat a symphony of shared warmth. His breath dances upon your skin, a gentle caress that sets your senses ablaze. His arms, a protective fortress, encircle you. You will this moment to linger, to engrain itself into your very being, a memory to be etched in the deepest corners of your heart.
Reluctantly, you release your embrace, allowing him the space he needs to step onto the waiting train. His footsteps echo with the finality of departure, each beat echoing in your chest. As he turns to face you one last time, his eyes hold a mixture of excitement and nostalgia, mirroring your own feelings.
"I will. And take care of yourself too," he says. "Help keep Floyd in check for me."
The corners of your eyes begin to glisten, yet you muster the strength to hold them back. A bittersweet smile dances on your lips as you nod, your voice catching in your throat, and you manage to muster a whisper, "I promise."
With a soft hiss, the doors to the train slide shut. He stands on the other side, his hand raised in a farewell wave, a soft smile gracing his lips. As you watch, a pang of longing settles heavily within your chest, a weight that seems to anchor you to the platform.
The train begins to inch forward as the rhythmic chug of the locomotive reverberates through the air, each beat echoing in your ears as if finalizing your farewell. The night enfolds the retreating train, its darkness swallowing the scene until only the faint glimmer of taillights remains visible, a distant star in the night sky. The world around you seems to shrink, encapsulating only the train, the tracks, and the fading echoes of his presence.
'Goodbye.'
A shiver runs down your spine as the weight of his absence settles in-- you would no longer find Jade right next door. The days you've spent laughing and studying together are long gone.
Your defences falter, and the tears you've been holding back finally break free. They glide down your cheeks, tracing the paths of memories and unspoken words, falling freely as a testament to the depth of your feelings. The weight of his absence bears down on your shoulders, threatening to crush you under its immense burden. Your knees buckle beneath you, unable to support the weight of your sorrow.
Just as you feel yourself about to collapse, a strong hand grabs hold of your arm, steadying you. Startled, you look up to see Floyd, standing beside you with a look of concern etched across his face.
"Floyd..." you manage to choke out his name, your voice thick with emotion.
He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace, offering you the comfort and support you so desperately need in this moment of despair. His presence, though not the one you long for, is a lifeline in the sea of grief threatening to engulf you.
"It's real dark tonight... I wouldn't let my Shrimpy walk home alone," he states softly, his tone carrying a mix of concern and affection. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your cheek as he gently wipes away the trails of tears.
You blink at his sudden presence, though you manage a thankful smile, "Thanks, Floyd. You're a great friend."
A fleeting pause in his movements, a glimmer of something profound flickers in his eyes. "Yeah..." he mutters, a deeper emotion shadowing his words. "Let's head back."
His fingers curl around yours, leading you along. The streets are hushed, serenaded by the distant chorus of crickets. The path you tread upon holds the echoes of countless summers, laughter, and precious memories.
Without warning, Floyd's steps come to a halt, his attention drawn skyward, where the moon hangs like a luminous jewel in the velvet tapestry of the night. His face is bathed in the gentle glow of the moon, its luminous touch painting his features with a dreamlike softness.
His words escape in a soft exhale, a whisper woven with a hint of wistfulness. "The moon sure is pretty tonight," he murmurs, a hint of yearning in his voice.
Your gaze follows his, taking in the pale, full moon. Its glow is full and inviting, making you feel a little lighter.
Synopsis: Floyd seems to have a problem that you’re the only solution to
A/N: christ it's hard writing dialogue for Floyd
Warnings: squeezing
You had a problem. A large, lumbering problem that was ready to practically tackle you at any moment; Floyd Leech, and his incessant need to squeeze you.
It’s not like you're the only person he does this to, but the way he does it to you is what was so odd. He doesn’t squeeze you with the brute strength of his other victims. You’ve seen him nearly crush other students, literally trying to squeeze the life out of them. But that’s not how he treats you. He’s still not exactly gentle, you’re not quite sure he would even be capable of that. But he clearly wasn’t trying to hurt you, strangely, he seemed to only want to keep you close to him. Which didn’t make you feel less uneasy about it, like he could switch on you at any time. You had no clue why he was so inclined to grab you, you didn’t have any problems with him or any of Octavinelle as far as you knew. You were completely lost until you were finally feeling brave enough to ask.
You were walking out in the courtyard when you spotted him. With his back turned to you, you thought you might actually be able to sneak by him, until he turned around with the biggest grin and yelled “SHRIMPY!” and started bounding towards you.
You just stayed still and let him run to you, despite the nerves he always brought out of you. You knew you weren’t fast enough to outrun him anyways. When he reached you, he pulled you into him with nearly enough force to make you stumble, but once again only squeezed you with enough pressure to hold you in place. He seemed to be in a good enough mood, so you worked up your courage to finally ask him.
“Floyd, why do you squeeze me so much?”
He tilted his head and looked at you strangely, “Whaat? You don’t know why I always pick you, Shrimpy? You shook your head, and he gave you a lazy smile before he said “It’s ‘cause you're the warmest, duh.”
You looked at him confused, “What do you mean the warmest?”
He let out a short laugh and told you “I’m cold-blooded, you know. Morays need to get warmth from the outside. And you…” he trailed and lifted you off the ground a bit, “Are the best heater in the entire school!” You couldn’t even squirm in his grip, but still he wasn’t holding you too uncomfortably.
“Oh, I didn’t know you needed warmth like that.”
“Lots of merfolk do, silly. So Shrimpy’s fine with keeping me warm right?” He stared down at you, “You’re not gonna let me be cold, are you?
“O-of course not. I can help you, totally.” You tried smiling at him, but it couldn’t have looked natural.
He obviously notices by the way he leans down and speaks low, “Are you nervous, Shrimpy?” You shook your head rapidly to deny it, but the smirk on his face told you he didn’t buy it at all.
“Good, I’ll come pick you up whenever I need it then. Thanks Shrimpy!”
Before you had a chance to protest he was leaving, running away towards the school building, maybe looking for some other poor soul to bother. You sighed to yourself, this really isn’t what you had wanted to come from asking him about it. But if at least it was just about warmth and nothing you did wrong, you supposed you might be able to deal with it.
You were very quickly proven wrong.
If he was clingy before, he was attached to you at the hip now. After enough embarrassing instances in front of your friends, you had gotten him to agree to only squeeze you when others weren’t around. But if he wasn’t squeezing you, he was leaning on you, draping himself over your shoulder, maybe even holding your hands because he said his were freezing. You truly couldn’t escape him anymore, he was stuck to you like velcro. And every now and again he would bring you a snack or some trinket he found like he was repaying you. You brushed it off as some habit Azul instilled in him, he probably didn’t want to owe you anything.
You did eventually start getting used to it. As long as he was still wasn’t hurting you at all, you didn’t really feel like you could complain. Plus having him at your side for so much of your day was basically like having a bodyguard. Nobody was dumb enough to bother you when Floyd Leech was standing right behind you, luckily. You really didn’t hate it, but you weren’t going to let him know. If he did he might literally never let you go.
It had at least been limited to school hours for a while, until one afternoon back at Ramshackle when you heard a loud banging on your door. You opened it and of course it was Floyd, who didn’t say a word before dragging you over to your couch and practically snuggling into you.
“U-um, Floyd, you’re a little too close this time.”
“You think? But Shrimpy, I’m so cold right now…” You couldn’t really deny him, so you just tried to get comfortable and ignore how your heartbeat seemed to start speeding up.
He must have felt it because a wide, sharp-toothed smile spread across his face. “You know Shrimpy, you’re extra warm today.” He pressed into you more, if that was possible, and nearly whispered “What’s that about?” You couldn’t answer yet, too flustered by him being so close.
When he nuzzled into your neck a little, you finally asked him, “This…was never about body heat, was it?”
He laughed before he said to you “No, but you really are my favorite to squeeze.”
You sat in silence together for a moment.
“Well…I guess you don’t have to stop, then.” You spoke quietly. “This…this feels pretty nice.”
“Hehe, so you do like me~” He pressed his cheek against yours, then leaned back into the couch more. He held you the most gently he ever had. Like he knew you weren’t going anywhere this time.
Maybe being squeezed wasn’t so bad, and maybe the infamous Floyd Leech could be gentle after all.
Azul had long resigned himself to stay mostly alone. To run his lounge and one day grow his empire by himself, with only maybe the tweels to stick with him in his ventures. Too many more people made more variables, and could send his plans in all sorts of directions. Relationships could be hazardous, and love especially was not good for business.
He had never said any of that out loud to you, but it somehow still felt like you were punishing him for it.
It hurts his pride when you make him smile. No matter how much effort he puts into maintaining his beloved facade, he can’t prevent the real expressions you put on his face. It’s like a gut punch to his ego when he snorts a little while he laughs at you. Around anyone else he’d be mortified, but you brush it off and laugh with him like it’s nothing, like you haven’t just discovered a massive chink in his armor.
It gives him a headache watching you run around with your other friends, watching you be so comfortable with them. He could spend hours going back and forth between wanting to keep you at an arms length and needing to be closer, to be something more to you than a businessman or classmate. The greater he tried to make the distance between you, the closer you pulled him in.
Maybe worst of all, it made his stomach turn at the thought of you not being there. At the thought of the mirror sending you home, and you leaving Twisted Wonderland permanently. The thought of someone braver and more honest than him stealing you away before he can come to terms with himself. It’s still not like he could admit any of that to you, but every time you met and you looked at him just as brightly as the last, he couldn’t help but feel a little reassured.
If there was one thing Azul hadn’t expected about falling in love, it would have to be how painful it was. And he was running out of ways to deny that he loves the ways you make him hurt.
Uhh trying out blurbs cause full fics are hard sometimes
Bestfriend!Azul as your allocated boydar the SECOND you start dating.
Insists you remain seated on his desk for every "interview", rejecting your suitors with practiced brutality at the knife-sharp edge of his librarian's glare. Some are too soft, others too stubborn, but they all fall to your notorious quality controller one way or another..
You huff one day, obliging his demands to block another one of your budding candidates, and ask him what exactly those qualifiers are, being so vital to your love life;
"Your partner should be intelligent, of course.. Hard working! Always willing to provide for you, being the way you are.. And blue. Any g-good match should be able to pull off blue."
You feel yourself leaaaaning forwards, upper body contorting to the stiff corners of his desk as your eyes flick this way and that; you notice his posh degree upon the mantle, his many framed business certificates (all of which have notes from you stuffed into to back, congratulations on sticky-notes stained with your lip product of choice), and his statement of a tie—Cobalt blue.
.. As an amateur match-maker, you nod in approval. Your teacher is truly skilled.
Synopsis: You receive an unexpected gift and Azul has a meltdown about it
A/N: sorry i've written for the octatrio way more than anybody else they just take up so much space in my head
Warnings: Implied tweel violence
Your relationship with Azul had never been a very showy one. It’s not like he was distant or unaffectionate, but around anyone but the tweels he was never too physical or flirty, holding your hand at most. He felt anything more would come across as unprofessional and tarnish the reputation he had built. You never minded too much, the attention you got in private with him was more than enough, plus too much PDA at an all boys school would be like asking to be teased.
So imagine your surprise when out of the blue one day as you’re finishing up classes, you open your locker to find a large bouquet of flowers in your favorite colors. You smiled and breathed in the sweet scent of them. Gifts from Azul weren’t uncommon, he had something for you practically every time you saw him. You were a bit caught off guard that he’d leave them in your locker though, he usually preferred handing what he got to you directly, claiming he liked to watch your reaction. You took the bouquet in your arms and started walking to Octavinelle to thank him.
You arrived fairly quickly and walked through the lounge and straight to his office with familiarity. A few staff members nodded at you as you passed by, used to your routine. You knocked on the office door, waiting for his usual ‘come in’ and entering. When he looked up to see you, he smiled instantly.
“Azul! Thank you so much for the flowers, they’re so pretty!” You beamed at him.
His face slowly fell as he looked down to see the bouquet in your grasp. “I…I’m sorry, flowers?” His brow furrowed as he said.
Your expression turned confused as you tilted the flowers out for him to see better. “Yeah, the flowers that were in my locker. They…aren’t from you?”
“No.” He responded shortly. “No, they’re not. Did you find any kind of note with them?”
You shook your head, “No, it was just the flowers. I’m sorry, I just automatically assumed they were from you.”
“Don’t apologize, you’re not the one who did anything wrong.” He frowned deeply, “Whoever this admirer is clearly is the one who stepped over the line.”
“It’s not that big a deal Azul, I can just throw them out.”
“You should, but that doesn’t make it not a big deal. It’s directly disrespecting our relationship, isn’t it? And how did he even get in your locker, or know what flowers to get you?” He clenched his fists at his sides now, and his face was slowly turning a shade of pink. “That’s not something he can just get away with.”
“I really don’t think we need to do anything about it. If I find out who it is, I’ll just reject them.” You shrugged.
He huffed, looking visibly frustrated. “I…if you insist, I’ll let it go. But I won’t tolerate any other moves from this person.”
“I’m sure nothing will come of it, Azul. Don’t let yourself worry too hard about it.” You plopped yourself down on his couch finally. “Come on, tell me how your day was now.”
The two of you moved on in your conversation, discussing school and the Lounge and whatever else came up. By the time you left, you had almost forgotten about the whole incident from earlier. It would become very clear that Azul did not forget, however.
The change was immediate. You found him waiting in the hall of mirrors on your way to school the very next morning.
“I’ve come to escort you,” he smiled at you, “just to make sure you make it to class safely.” He grabbed your hand and wrapped it through his arm, leading you into the main building. If he noticed the way a few students stared at you both, he didn’t seem to care. You however felt yourself getting embarrassed under their gazes.
You stopped at your locker and he glared into it, like the locker itself had given you those flowers. “You’re being ridiculous.” You said as you looked for your history textbook. “There’s no reason to be this jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” he quickly refuted, “I’m just making sure you aren’t subject to any more harassment.” You rolled your eyes, but did let him finish walking you to class. Even if he had his body pressed into your side the whole way.
For the rest of the day, he stuck to you like glue whenever he had a free moment. He turned up the affection to a degree you had never seen from him. He even tried to initiate a kiss in the literal middle of the hallway, but you immediately shut him down, much to his disappointment. You weren’t trying to upset him but you really didn’t know what to do with his sudden need for PDA.
“We’re just making sure people know.” he claimed, “We don’t want there to be any more confusion.”
To no surprise, nobody approached you or left you any more gifts the entire day. “See?” You said to him, “It was just a one-off thing. He was probably hoping I would go looking for him, and gave up because I didn’t.”
“Maybe, I suppose.” His expression was still dissatisfied, but he didn’t push it any further and you two said your goodbyes until tomorrow.
The next day you fully expected him to meet you before class and repeat the clinginess of the day before. Surprisingly though, he was nowhere to be found. Not in the hall of mirrors, not on your way to homeroom, not anywhere on your usual route. You brushed it off, assuming he had finally been able to move on after yesterday was so uneventful.
Classes went as normal until lunch. You were about to find your friends and sit down when a pleading voice called your name from behind you.
You turned around to find a Pomefiore student hunched over in fear. He looked familiar, you were pretty sure he sat behind you in alchemy but you’d never learned his name. He kept looking left and right, like he was expecting something to jump out at any second.
He was pale in the face as he whispered to you, “I’m sorry, okay? I get it, I shouldn’t have done anything if you already had a boyfriend. I won’t do anything else, okay? Just tell them to back off, please.”
You had to stop for a moment, but it only took a second for it to make sense. “Floyd and Jade, you mean?” you said flatly.
He nodded hurriedly and you sighed. You should have figured. “I’ll take care of it.” You told him, and marched off to find Azul.
You found him alone outside the cafeteria, pacing back and forth like he was waiting for something. When he saw you storming over, he seemed to know he was in trouble. You walked up and folded your arms, “So we’re harassing people back? Even when I said to let it go?”
He looked at you sheepishly, “I told them to refrain from violence, I knew that would upset you.”
“I can’t say I believe they listened to that, judging by how scared he looked."
“Well, maybe he deserved it. He wants to steal your affection, how can I take that lightly?”
“I don’t even know his name Azul. He’s just some guy I hardly know, I don't care about him like that. There's nothing he could do to take me from you.”
Those last words seemed like they finally placated him. He nodded, “I believe you. I’m sorry, I wasn’t doubting you. I just…hate the idea of someone else courting you so shamelessly.”
You laughed lightly, “Well, regardless of who wants to ‘court’ me right now, you’re the only one for me.” He blushed a little at that, and reached for your hand. You both stood quietly for a second, just enjoying the moment together.
Loud footsteps approaching suddenly caught your attention.
“Azul, Azul! We got it done, his whole locker is full of them!” Floyd’s voice rang loudly as he bounded towards you. Jade trailed behind him with a mischievous look on his face.
You glared at Azul, “Full of what? What did you have them do?”
“I left that up to their discretion.” He shrugged.
“Azul!”
“I’ll make them stop after this. He deserves one more punishment.”
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