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✧.* Obvious things out of the way first: I will not take requests the following things:
Incest
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Most extremely triggering topics such as: s/h, suicide, eating disorders, etc.
Now that doesn't mean I won't potentially write at all about these things; just that I won't take requests for them. If I write about them it's of my own accord (I say this last bit mostly about the last option- The first four are off the table all together).
✧.* I write both headcanon lists and one-shots at request, so please be specific with what you want when asking!
✧.* I am currently open to writing for OCs; however, I am more likely to deny requests of them. This isn't personal at all. I just want my writing to be fun and accurate, and if I'm stressing about keeping them from being ooc, it stops becoming fun. Again, this doesn't mean I'll always reject them! It's just more about how I'm feeling the moment. A few things that will help make the process easier if you're requesting oc works from me:
Please give me as much detail about your OC as you can! Try to be as specific as possible, and if you have a certain scenario in mind, tell me as many details of how you want your OC to act as you can. I know it might seem like you're "talking too much", or "asking for too much", but the more information I have, the better it is for us both!
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✧.* In the same vein as OC/Canon (or general OC work), I am willing to write character/character, mostly because I find it fun to explore different character dynamics! This does mean that if it's not something I personally ship nor am interested in writing for in that moment, I'll likely reject the request. Please know that me rejecting a request is NOT because I hate your ship, or you, or anything of the sort. I just write for fun, so that means taking requests that I find interesting. Again, I am more than willing to write for things I don't ship, so I'm not going to include a list of "ships I'll write for" or anything of the sort (as of this moment, if I ever feel a need to in the future I will).
✧.* Character/reader works are 100% open. However, the more specific the reader-insert gets, the closer it becomes to writing an OC fic in the second person. As an example, "Could you write a Lilia/Reader fic where x thing happens? Reader is x personality/physical trait and maybe does x thing in response" is very different then "Write a Lilia/reader fic where reader has perfectly straight blonde hair, is 20 years old, likes etc etc, does etc etc has this 1,000 word backstory, etc etc". I'll take your specific x readers, but again at that point, OC requests are open so just send it there please :3.
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✧.* Songfics. I just love collecting music, if I gotta write something to go with it, that's a bonus more than anything.
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Twisted Wonderland
My Little Pony
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>> pairing :: azul ashengrotto x gn!reader
>> tw ::
>> tags :: @purezneon || @lotusview pathetic Azul for the soul
>> notice :: for the weirdest reason it literally will not let me post this on my main. So please ignore it being on my side blog while I try and fix this (¬_¬")
🐚 :: I’m not pathetic !
Azul Ashengrotto is the most pathetic man you know. Whether it be him begging to spend time with you, sending the Tweels to do his bidding to get your attention, or just about anything. He was enamored beyond words, and his heart was bound to yours forever.
The issue with his love? He can’t ever muster the words near you. Sure he’ll give you free food (which in merchant language, means “I want to marry you”), but it means nothing if he can’t actual tell you how he feels!
So, to pity his poor unfortunate soul. You sit around. Right in the exact point that no matter what Azul is doing in his office, he can see you enjoying yourself. Basking in the presence of all the no life’s who deserve nothing to be by you.
Sure, Azul could sweep them all out and entice you in a gorgeous deal which involved you giving your hand to him forever, but he couldn’t exactly pursue that idea when the few words he can give to you is “hi” or “welcome, [name].”
It’s lead down the rabbit hole as Azul keeps desperately trying to catch your attention only to be a stuttering mess by the time he reaches your table. No it’s not his fault you’re just the cutest person he’s ever seen on land and sea! He can’t help himself, what does he deserve to be in your view?
“Jade… Jade!” Azul half sobbed from under his desk.
“Azul? What are you doing?” The Moray hummed as he walked to the other side of Azul’s desk and crouched down to his small form bundled into twists and turns as he tried to make himself smaller.
“I’m hiding! They said they wished to talk to me! Can you believe that!? They hate me! They truly and utterly, with all the sincerity the world has to offer, despise me!” He choked out as his face fell back into his palms.
Jade tried really hard to not laugh, covering his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked away. He took in a deep breath before putting his free hand out to Azul.
“Up you go, Ashengrotto. No business man should be hiding from his customers now.” As Jade pulled Azul up from under the desk he dusted him off and put his glasses back on for him. “Perhaps, they wish to talk to you because they enjoy your presence. Think of the pros, not the cons of a deal such as this, Azul.”
Azul blankly stared at him before wiping the last tear off his face as he straightened up his back. Slowly turning to the door.
“You believe they don’t want me as their next dinner?”
“Hah! Azul, you say that in the wrong way. They’d eat you like a limited time menu item. Their gaze is all over you.” And with that, Jade hummed as he yanked the ever so patient (not very) Floyd out of the office with him. Floyd’s whines and “but I wanna see shrimpy and Azullllllll” drowned out with the two.
Somehow, a new surge of confidence overtook the merchant as he sucked up his earlier breakdown and sat down at his desk. He pushed his glasses up, straighten his papers, leaned back… realized he needed to straighten the papers some more… fiddled with the pen rotting around with no ink left to spare… then deflated again.
“This is absolutely useless…” he mumbled under his breath as his eyes shot up when the door opened. There, in all your loving glory that Azul could never get enough of, was you. As perfect as the day he met you and yesterday when he last saw you.
“Azul Ashengrotto. You’ll listen to me you hear?”
His face went bright red as the pen flung against the wall behind him. He straightened up and clasped his hands together as he scooted in.
“Yes of course- wha-what can I do for you?”
“You’re taking too long for me. Go out with me.” You huff out as you point an accusatory finger to him. His jaw dropped slightly with his glasses slipping down his nose by a hair.
“T-taking too long? Going out!? Like a date!? No no! I was meant to ask you that- unruly of you to steal my task I tell you what! I decline. My new offer, I take you out on a lovely date!”
“New offer!? Azul you just rephrased what I told you and made it seem like you asked first!”
“Exactly the point, my Pearl! It’s my duty as someone who wishes to pursue you to have the opportunity to be the first!”
Floyd and Jade hummed from outside as they eavesdropped your ongoing argument (that Azul was tremendously losing mind you).
“What a pity, seems our dear Azul is quite overprotective of his wishes to be the first to ask dear [name].”
“Boringggg!! If it had been me I woulda just squeezed them already… oh well!!! Azul’s shrimpy for another day!!!”
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“ another day , another joyful outing of HATING floyd leech . This is why I made everything Scarabia in my guest room , because ANYTHING is better than that punk . “
>> NOT PROOF READ
>> POORLY WRITTEN (I’m still sick sorry pearls)
Silver: (Y/N), have you seen Lilia?
You: Hmm, I think he has a club activity today.
Silver: Ah, I see. Thanks, mom.
You: …What?
Silver:…
A little later
Sebek: Silver, wake up immediately!
Silver: No, for the first time in my life I want to fall asleep forever and never wake up!
Sebek: I hope your blunder hasn't tarnished the honor of Malleus-sama!
Silver: No, worse! I called (Y/N) mom!
Sebek: …
˙⋆✮ Azul's sure you hate him. Or well, he thinks he does. So then why do you keep coming into the longue day after day just to talk to him?
˙⋆✮ Gender neutral reader, pining, floyd (and jade) being a little shit, Octavinelle shenanigans, Chronic Yearner Azul, Actually Beta Read (no way?!), flirting, awkward crushes
˙⋆✮ 1.4k words
˙⋆✮ This request was submitted as propaganda for the 2026 TWST Popularity Poll Contest! If you enjoy it, make sure to VOTE SEBEK! And if you vote for any other Diafam member, send proof to my inbox for a oneshot of your own!
˙⋆✮ And since this is about Azul, I must add... VOTE AZUL!
PS. Some aspects of this fic were inspired by @vixtastic and @darkparablesfan ‘s oneshots of similar concepts, so if you want more Chronic Yearner Azul you should check them both out (they’re my lovely mooties). I just love how they write Azul lol
This fic was also beta read by @cy-more-like-cry and @boyblogdog so check him out too <3
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There had to be something he was doing wrong. What that slight could possibly be, however, Azul had no clue. He tried just about everything—Offering beneficial contracts, flowers... Hades, he’d even tried music! But every attempt to earn your affection had gotten him nowhere.
You sneered at every offer. Handed the flowers off to Grim. Put earbuds in over the music.
Azul was at his wit’s end here. And he hated it. Being in love was painful enough. To be losing at the game was even worse.
All he wanted was to move on. You were a hopeless cause, so he should just cut his losses and pretend he never felt this way about you to begin with. But every time you sauntered into the lounge, laughing, teasing, cheerfully sipping on your favorite drink while doing your classwork, he was painfully reminded why he adored you so.
Your voice was gentle. Even at your loudest, he wanted to listen to you speak for hours. He normally loathed being the subject of jokes, but he could accept your taunts. They were playful challenges, each demanding him to answer, and the longer he could talk to you, the better. He had your orders memorized, even going so far as to prepare your drink in advance, as you usually came to the lounge at the same time each day.
“I just don’t understand,” Azul sighed, leaning back in his chair and spinning a pen between his fingers.
“Understand what?” Jade asked, leaning against Azul’s desk. He looked up at him, giving a sly smirk that Azul had long sense come to dread. “This wouldn’t happen to be about our dear Prefect, would it?”
An image of you flashed through is mind, and Azul’s fidgeting stilled for a brief moment before he recovered. “What? No, of course not. My apologies, I’m simply... Thinking out loud.”
“Thinking about Shrimpy~?” Floyd teased, looming over Azul’s right shoulder before slinking to the other side of his desk, mirroring his brother.
“No!” Azul huffed, shooing them both away from his desk and pulling out a folder of unfinished papers. “Besides, they’ve made very clear they want nothing to do with me.”
Floyd snorted in response. “Yeah, and that sure does bother you, doesn’t it?”
Before Azul could begin to defend himself, Jade chimed in, adding, “Perhaps that’s all just an act. Surely you, of all people, should see through such a flimsy scheme, yes?” He suggested it so matter of fact, leaving no room to argue.
But argue Azul would, nevertheless. “Exactly, I’d know. I’m no fool.”
The twins both looked up at each other, sneering.
This was going to be a long day, wasn’t it?
“For a self-proclaimed expert in these matters, you sure seem to miss all the signs,” Jade chided, getting closer to Azul’s face. He refused to move backwards, but he desperately wanted to retreat into the quiet darkness of underneath his desk.
“What in Seven’s name are you talking about?!” He exclaimed.
Floyd shook his head. “Man, you’re so boring... Just talk to Shrimpy, won’t ’cha?”
“Or better yet, let us talk to them,” Jade rested his chin in his hand, which was perched against all of Azul’s nicely organized paperwork. “We’ll handle--”
“Absolutely not! And move your arm!” Azul pulled his folders away. He’d just work on them later.
“Awww, you’re no fun,” Floyd whined, standing up and slinking to the door. “But really though, Shrimpy’s out in the lobby. And they were looking for you~!”
Azul’s posture stiffened. You? Waiting for him? At this hour? He checked his watch to ensure he wasn’t running behind or something of the like. No, you had come to the lounge early. “You should have said that in the first place,” he huffed, standing up. “Instead of fooling about.”
Floyd rolled his eyes, pushing the VIP room door open with his foot. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”
Jade picked up Azul’s folders. “I can work on these, while you’re busy.”
“No, I’ll finish them myself. Thank you very much,” Azul chided, following Floyd out the door. “Just get back to work.”
Jade trailed behind, clearly just wanting to enjoy whatever show was about to occur.
As Floyd said, you sat in a booth nestled against the glass walls of the lounge, ignoring your surroundings to study a fish swimming in circles about a single patch of corals. It was pitiful, watching the poor thing wander aimlessly, and Azul couldn’t help but wonder if you saw him the same way. Just a pathetic creature with no purpose but circling the same object.
He stepped forward, clearing his throat. “Can I get you something?” He asked.
You didn’t look at him right away. He shifted his weight awkwardly. He hated this suffocating feeling. When you finally looked up at him, your eyes narrowed, a look of pure distaste on your face. Azul looked away. He felt small, and embarrassed, and all he really wanted to do was curl up somewhere dark far away from your scrutiny.
“Nah, I’m just getting some work done,” you replied, pulling out a notebook and pencil. You knew well the lounge rules—That an order had to be placed to stay on the property—But wanted to test the waters.
Azul nodded. “... That’s good,” he said.
“Seriously? You’re just gonna let me?” You laughed, propping your elbows up on the table. “You’ve gone all soft, Azul! What happened to the guy who had me put to work for the crime of waiting too long to meet with you?”
He fixed his glasses, looking for something to do with his hands while staying as “calm and collected” as possible. What was he supposed to do here? What was the move? Did you want him to lash out? Or let it go?
It felt like everyone was playing a game he never got the rules for, and he was left just trying to play it right.
Before he could even decide on a response, Floyd slid up to the table. Azul flinched—He hadn’t even noticed Floyd approaching.
“Here ya go, Shrimpy! Your usual,” he chirped, holding out a tray with your favorite order... And a second glass, which he handed to Azul. “And for you, that nasty zero-sugar stuff you always drink for some reason.”
Azul didn’t grab the glass. “Floyd, what are you doing?”
You hesitantly reached out and lifted the Dr. Pepper off the tray, setting it down on the table without drinking it. “Y-Yeah, Floyd, I didn’t even order.”
Floyd rolled his eyes, pushing Azul’s drink against his chest and forcing him to grab it. “Yeah, but you’re always here all the time, so I assumed you wanted something,” his eyes narrowed as he grinned, head tilted to the side as he looked down at you. “Unless you have a reason to be here besides orderin’.”
“Floyd-” Azul tried to interrupt, but you cut him off.
“A-Absolutely not!” You stumbled, cheeks turning a coral pink. “Or I mean... I’m studying! That’s all! Don’t need anything else!”
Wait, were you blushing? Azul stared in disbelief as you sheepishly looked up at him before staring at the fizzy drink in front of you.
“Oh yeaaaah?” Floyd pushed Azul into the chair across from yours without a second thought, making Azul spill a few drops from his glass onto his uniform.
He’d be upset, if he wasn’t so distracted.
You kept looking at him, and looking away, and... Well, now, you almost looked angry.
And, embarrassingly, Azul found he adored that expression on you. The way your eyebrows crinkled together, and your lips turned into an annoyed pout was adorable, whether he liked it or not.
“Because Shrimpy, I’m starting to think maaaybe you’re here for something else,” Floyd teased. “Like seeing a certain Azul over here--”
“Oh Floyd, just go away!” You snapped, covering your face with your textbook. “No one asked. I’m trying to study!”
Floyd huffed in annoyance before giving Azul a snide grin before sauntering off.
A minute of awkward silence passed.
“... My apologies,” Azul finally said, reaching out to lower the book before pulling his hand away and folding it in his lap. “For interrupting your work.”
You ignored him for another moment before setting the textbook down and slowly taking a sip of the drink. For once, you didn’t look at him with contempt, at least for a little bit.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can you leave me alone now?” You mumbled, voice lacking the usual sting.
Azul smiled. He was maybe starting to get the hang of this.
I LOVE wimpy Azul THAT’S MY HUZZ BRO!!! Yes have him be a loser!! Yes have the Tweels do everything for you!!! Yes be at my every wake and call!!! 😢😢😢 GOSHHHHHHHH Purez you ate this up you put me to shame nobody can look at me AGAIN
˙⋆✮ Azul's sure you hate him. Or well, he thinks he does. So then why do you keep coming into the longue day after day just to talk to him?
˙⋆✮ Gender neutral reader, pining, floyd (and jade) being a little shit, Octavinelle shenanigans, Chronic Yearner Azul, Actually Beta Read (no way?!), flirting, awkward crushes
˙⋆✮ 1.4k words
˙⋆✮ This request was submitted as propaganda for the 2026 TWST Popularity Poll Contest! If you enjoy it, make sure to VOTE SEBEK! And if you vote for any other Diafam member, send proof to my inbox for a oneshot of your own!
˙⋆✮ And since this is about Azul, I must add... VOTE AZUL!
PS. Some aspects of this fic were inspired by @vixtastic and @darkparablesfan ‘s oneshots of similar concepts, so if you want more Chronic Yearner Azul you should check them both out (they’re my lovely mooties). I just love how they write Azul lol
This fic was also beta read by @cy-more-like-cry and @boyblogdog so check him out too <3
───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆───
There had to be something he was doing wrong. What that slight could possibly be, however, Azul had no clue. He tried just about everything—Offering beneficial contracts, flowers... Hades, he’d even tried music! But every attempt to earn your affection had gotten him nowhere.
You sneered at every offer. Handed the flowers off to Grim. Put earbuds in over the music.
Azul was at his wit’s end here. And he hated it. Being in love was painful enough. To be losing at the game was even worse.
All he wanted was to move on. You were a hopeless cause, so he should just cut his losses and pretend he never felt this way about you to begin with. But every time you sauntered into the lounge, laughing, teasing, cheerfully sipping on your favorite drink while doing your classwork, he was painfully reminded why he adored you so.
Your voice was gentle. Even at your loudest, he wanted to listen to you speak for hours. He normally loathed being the subject of jokes, but he could accept your taunts. They were playful challenges, each demanding him to answer, and the longer he could talk to you, the better. He had your orders memorized, even going so far as to prepare your drink in advance, as you usually came to the lounge at the same time each day.
“I just don’t understand,” Azul sighed, leaning back in his chair and spinning a pen between his fingers.
“Understand what?” Jade asked, leaning against Azul’s desk. He looked up at him, giving a sly smirk that Azul had long sense come to dread. “This wouldn’t happen to be about our dear Prefect, would it?”
An image of you flashed through is mind, and Azul’s fidgeting stilled for a brief moment before he recovered. “What? No, of course not. My apologies, I’m simply... Thinking out loud.”
“Thinking about Shrimpy~?” Floyd teased, looming over Azul’s right shoulder before slinking to the other side of his desk, mirroring his brother.
“No!” Azul huffed, shooing them both away from his desk and pulling out a folder of unfinished papers. “Besides, they’ve made very clear they want nothing to do with me.”
Floyd snorted in response. “Yeah, and that sure does bother you, doesn’t it?”
Before Azul could begin to defend himself, Jade chimed in, adding, “Perhaps that’s all just an act. Surely you, of all people, should see through such a flimsy scheme, yes?” He suggested it so matter of fact, leaving no room to argue.
But argue Azul would, nevertheless. “Exactly, I’d know. I’m no fool.”
The twins both looked up at each other, sneering.
This was going to be a long day, wasn’t it?
“For a self-proclaimed expert in these matters, you sure seem to miss all the signs,” Jade chided, getting closer to Azul’s face. He refused to move backwards, but he desperately wanted to retreat into the quiet darkness of underneath his desk.
“What in Seven’s name are you talking about?!” He exclaimed.
Floyd shook his head. “Man, you’re so boring... Just talk to Shrimpy, won’t ’cha?”
“Or better yet, let us talk to them,” Jade rested his chin in his hand, which was perched against all of Azul’s nicely organized paperwork. “We’ll handle--”
“Absolutely not! And move your arm!” Azul pulled his folders away. He’d just work on them later.
“Awww, you’re no fun,” Floyd whined, standing up and slinking to the door. “But really though, Shrimpy’s out in the lobby. And they were looking for you~!”
Azul’s posture stiffened. You? Waiting for him? At this hour? He checked his watch to ensure he wasn’t running behind or something of the like. No, you had come to the lounge early. “You should have said that in the first place,” he huffed, standing up. “Instead of fooling about.”
Floyd rolled his eyes, pushing the VIP room door open with his foot. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”
Jade picked up Azul’s folders. “I can work on these, while you’re busy.”
“No, I’ll finish them myself. Thank you very much,” Azul chided, following Floyd out the door. “Just get back to work.”
Jade trailed behind, clearly just wanting to enjoy whatever show was about to occur.
As Floyd said, you sat in a booth nestled against the glass walls of the lounge, ignoring your surroundings to study a fish swimming in circles about a single patch of corals. It was pitiful, watching the poor thing wander aimlessly, and Azul couldn’t help but wonder if you saw him the same way. Just a pathetic creature with no purpose but circling the same object.
He stepped forward, clearing his throat. “Can I get you something?” He asked.
You didn’t look at him right away. He shifted his weight awkwardly. He hated this suffocating feeling. When you finally looked up at him, your eyes narrowed, a look of pure distaste on your face. Azul looked away. He felt small, and embarrassed, and all he really wanted to do was curl up somewhere dark far away from your scrutiny.
“Nah, I’m just getting some work done,” you replied, pulling out a notebook and pencil. You knew well the lounge rules—That an order had to be placed to stay on the property—But wanted to test the waters.
Azul nodded. “... That’s good,” he said.
“Seriously? You’re just gonna let me?” You laughed, propping your elbows up on the table. “You’ve gone all soft, Azul! What happened to the guy who had me put to work for the crime of waiting too long to meet with you?”
He fixed his glasses, looking for something to do with his hands while staying as “calm and collected” as possible. What was he supposed to do here? What was the move? Did you want him to lash out? Or let it go?
It felt like everyone was playing a game he never got the rules for, and he was left just trying to play it right.
Before he could even decide on a response, Floyd slid up to the table. Azul flinched—He hadn’t even noticed Floyd approaching.
“Here ya go, Shrimpy! Your usual,” he chirped, holding out a tray with your favorite order... And a second glass, which he handed to Azul. “And for you, that nasty zero-sugar stuff you always drink for some reason.”
Azul didn’t grab the glass. “Floyd, what are you doing?”
You hesitantly reached out and lifted the Dr. Pepper off the tray, setting it down on the table without drinking it. “Y-Yeah, Floyd, I didn’t even order.”
Floyd rolled his eyes, pushing Azul’s drink against his chest and forcing him to grab it. “Yeah, but you’re always here all the time, so I assumed you wanted something,” his eyes narrowed as he grinned, head tilted to the side as he looked down at you. “Unless you have a reason to be here besides orderin’.”
“Floyd-” Azul tried to interrupt, but you cut him off.
“A-Absolutely not!” You stumbled, cheeks turning a coral pink. “Or I mean... I’m studying! That’s all! Don’t need anything else!”
Wait, were you blushing? Azul stared in disbelief as you sheepishly looked up at him before staring at the fizzy drink in front of you.
“Oh yeaaaah?” Floyd pushed Azul into the chair across from yours without a second thought, making Azul spill a few drops from his glass onto his uniform.
He’d be upset, if he wasn’t so distracted.
You kept looking at him, and looking away, and... Well, now, you almost looked angry.
And, embarrassingly, Azul found he adored that expression on you. The way your eyebrows crinkled together, and your lips turned into an annoyed pout was adorable, whether he liked it or not.
“Because Shrimpy, I’m starting to think maaaybe you’re here for something else,” Floyd teased. “Like seeing a certain Azul over here--”
“Oh Floyd, just go away!” You snapped, covering your face with your textbook. “No one asked. I’m trying to study!”
Floyd huffed in annoyance before giving Azul a snide grin before sauntering off.
A minute of awkward silence passed.
“... My apologies,” Azul finally said, reaching out to lower the book before pulling his hand away and folding it in his lap. “For interrupting your work.”
You ignored him for another moment before setting the textbook down and slowly taking a sip of the drink. For once, you didn’t look at him with contempt, at least for a little bit.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can you leave me alone now?” You mumbled, voice lacking the usual sting.
Azul smiled. He was maybe starting to get the hang of this.
I LOVE wimpy Azul THAT’S MY HUZZ BRO!!! Yes have him be a loser!! Yes have the Tweels do everything for you!!! Yes be at my every wake and call!!! 😢😢😢 GOSHHHHHHHH Purez you ate this up you put me to shame nobody can look at me AGAIN
˙⋆✮ Azul's sure you hate him. Or well, he thinks he does. So then why do you keep coming into the longue day after day just to talk to him?
˙⋆✮ Gender neutral reader, pining, floyd (and jade) being a little shit, Octavinelle shenanigans, Chronic Yearner Azul, Actually Beta Read (no way?!), flirting, awkward crushes
˙⋆✮ 1.4k words
˙⋆✮ This request was submitted as propaganda for the 2026 TWST Popularity Poll Contest! If you enjoy it, make sure to VOTE SEBEK! And if you vote for any other Diafam member, send proof to my inbox for a oneshot of your own!
˙⋆✮ And since this is about Azul, I must add... VOTE AZUL!
PS. Some aspects of this fic were inspired by @vixtastic and @darkparablesfan ‘s oneshots of similar concepts, so if you want more Chronic Yearner Azul you should check them both out (they’re my lovely mooties). I just love how they write Azul lol
This fic was also beta read by @cy-more-like-cry and @boyblogdog so check him out too <3
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There had to be something he was doing wrong. What that slight could possibly be, however, Azul had no clue. He tried just about everything—Offering beneficial contracts, flowers... Hades, he’d even tried music! But every attempt to earn your affection had gotten him nowhere.
You sneered at every offer. Handed the flowers off to Grim. Put earbuds in over the music.
Azul was at his wit’s end here. And he hated it. Being in love was painful enough. To be losing at the game was even worse.
All he wanted was to move on. You were a hopeless cause, so he should just cut his losses and pretend he never felt this way about you to begin with. But every time you sauntered into the lounge, laughing, teasing, cheerfully sipping on your favorite drink while doing your classwork, he was painfully reminded why he adored you so.
Your voice was gentle. Even at your loudest, he wanted to listen to you speak for hours. He normally loathed being the subject of jokes, but he could accept your taunts. They were playful challenges, each demanding him to answer, and the longer he could talk to you, the better. He had your orders memorized, even going so far as to prepare your drink in advance, as you usually came to the lounge at the same time each day.
“I just don’t understand,” Azul sighed, leaning back in his chair and spinning a pen between his fingers.
“Understand what?” Jade asked, leaning against Azul’s desk. He looked up at him, giving a sly smirk that Azul had long sense come to dread. “This wouldn’t happen to be about our dear Prefect, would it?”
An image of you flashed through is mind, and Azul’s fidgeting stilled for a brief moment before he recovered. “What? No, of course not. My apologies, I’m simply... Thinking out loud.”
“Thinking about Shrimpy~?” Floyd teased, looming over Azul’s right shoulder before slinking to the other side of his desk, mirroring his brother.
“No!” Azul huffed, shooing them both away from his desk and pulling out a folder of unfinished papers. “Besides, they’ve made very clear they want nothing to do with me.”
Floyd snorted in response. “Yeah, and that sure does bother you, doesn’t it?”
Before Azul could begin to defend himself, Jade chimed in, adding, “Perhaps that’s all just an act. Surely you, of all people, should see through such a flimsy scheme, yes?” He suggested it so matter of fact, leaving no room to argue.
But argue Azul would, nevertheless. “Exactly, I’d know. I’m no fool.”
The twins both looked up at each other, sneering.
This was going to be a long day, wasn’t it?
“For a self-proclaimed expert in these matters, you sure seem to miss all the signs,” Jade chided, getting closer to Azul’s face. He refused to move backwards, but he desperately wanted to retreat into the quiet darkness of underneath his desk.
“What in Seven’s name are you talking about?!” He exclaimed.
Floyd shook his head. “Man, you’re so boring... Just talk to Shrimpy, won’t ’cha?”
“Or better yet, let us talk to them,” Jade rested his chin in his hand, which was perched against all of Azul’s nicely organized paperwork. “We’ll handle--”
“Absolutely not! And move your arm!” Azul pulled his folders away. He’d just work on them later.
“Awww, you’re no fun,” Floyd whined, standing up and slinking to the door. “But really though, Shrimpy’s out in the lobby. And they were looking for you~!”
Azul’s posture stiffened. You? Waiting for him? At this hour? He checked his watch to ensure he wasn’t running behind or something of the like. No, you had come to the lounge early. “You should have said that in the first place,” he huffed, standing up. “Instead of fooling about.”
Floyd rolled his eyes, pushing the VIP room door open with his foot. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”
Jade picked up Azul’s folders. “I can work on these, while you’re busy.”
“No, I’ll finish them myself. Thank you very much,” Azul chided, following Floyd out the door. “Just get back to work.”
Jade trailed behind, clearly just wanting to enjoy whatever show was about to occur.
As Floyd said, you sat in a booth nestled against the glass walls of the lounge, ignoring your surroundings to study a fish swimming in circles about a single patch of corals. It was pitiful, watching the poor thing wander aimlessly, and Azul couldn’t help but wonder if you saw him the same way. Just a pathetic creature with no purpose but circling the same object.
He stepped forward, clearing his throat. “Can I get you something?” He asked.
You didn’t look at him right away. He shifted his weight awkwardly. He hated this suffocating feeling. When you finally looked up at him, your eyes narrowed, a look of pure distaste on your face. Azul looked away. He felt small, and embarrassed, and all he really wanted to do was curl up somewhere dark far away from your scrutiny.
“Nah, I’m just getting some work done,” you replied, pulling out a notebook and pencil. You knew well the lounge rules—That an order had to be placed to stay on the property—But wanted to test the waters.
Azul nodded. “... That’s good,” he said.
“Seriously? You’re just gonna let me?” You laughed, propping your elbows up on the table. “You’ve gone all soft, Azul! What happened to the guy who had me put to work for the crime of waiting too long to meet with you?”
He fixed his glasses, looking for something to do with his hands while staying as “calm and collected” as possible. What was he supposed to do here? What was the move? Did you want him to lash out? Or let it go?
It felt like everyone was playing a game he never got the rules for, and he was left just trying to play it right.
Before he could even decide on a response, Floyd slid up to the table. Azul flinched—He hadn’t even noticed Floyd approaching.
“Here ya go, Shrimpy! Your usual,” he chirped, holding out a tray with your favorite order... And a second glass, which he handed to Azul. “And for you, that nasty zero-sugar stuff you always drink for some reason.”
Azul didn’t grab the glass. “Floyd, what are you doing?”
You hesitantly reached out and lifted the Dr. Pepper off the tray, setting it down on the table without drinking it. “Y-Yeah, Floyd, I didn’t even order.”
Floyd rolled his eyes, pushing Azul’s drink against his chest and forcing him to grab it. “Yeah, but you’re always here all the time, so I assumed you wanted something,” his eyes narrowed as he grinned, head tilted to the side as he looked down at you. “Unless you have a reason to be here besides orderin’.”
“Floyd-” Azul tried to interrupt, but you cut him off.
“A-Absolutely not!” You stumbled, cheeks turning a coral pink. “Or I mean... I’m studying! That’s all! Don’t need anything else!”
Wait, were you blushing? Azul stared in disbelief as you sheepishly looked up at him before staring at the fizzy drink in front of you.
“Oh yeaaaah?” Floyd pushed Azul into the chair across from yours without a second thought, making Azul spill a few drops from his glass onto his uniform.
He’d be upset, if he wasn’t so distracted.
You kept looking at him, and looking away, and... Well, now, you almost looked angry.
And, embarrassingly, Azul found he adored that expression on you. The way your eyebrows crinkled together, and your lips turned into an annoyed pout was adorable, whether he liked it or not.
“Because Shrimpy, I’m starting to think maaaybe you’re here for something else,” Floyd teased. “Like seeing a certain Azul over here--”
“Oh Floyd, just go away!” You snapped, covering your face with your textbook. “No one asked. I’m trying to study!”
Floyd huffed in annoyance before giving Azul a snide grin before sauntering off.
A minute of awkward silence passed.
“... My apologies,” Azul finally said, reaching out to lower the book before pulling his hand away and folding it in his lap. “For interrupting your work.”
You ignored him for another moment before setting the textbook down and slowly taking a sip of the drink. For once, you didn’t look at him with contempt, at least for a little bit.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can you leave me alone now?” You mumbled, voice lacking the usual sting.
Azul smiled. He was maybe starting to get the hang of this.
But the question is if Yuu would develop a jinki or not
Ohhhhhhhh but Ace with a deck of cards as his Vital Instrument that let's him temporarily use the powers of others by randomly selecting them from his deck, and he can kinda save them in his deck until he uses them and then they fade until he collects it again
Deuce with maybe his blastcycle, and he stockpiles hits taken to either himself or his instrument before releasing it in one big blow
Riddle would obviously have the ability to stop people from using their vital instruments, but what could be his own? He doesn't have much that is incredibly precious to him, so I was thinking maybe a book he grew up reading? Not sure tho
Trey would have some kitchen tool, maybe one of those brushes that you use in cooking, and he can use that to paint over characteristics, plus it can change into other kitchen appliances as needed
Cater and his phone. Why does he have a phone? Idk. But he does, and maybe he can use it by taken pictures of himself and then sending the picture he took out of the phone as a clone
I'm not thinking of everyone else rn but I love the heartslabyul boys so I had to add to your silly au <3
kiss your screen every time you see a typo or grammatical error in my fics because it means it's home grown and not some ai bullshit and im dead serious about this
