Obey Me, Love!/TWSTD Wonderland

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Hey, I was wondering if you were okay? Like, you haven’t really been active and kinda wanted to see if you were doing alright?

I'm doing as well as I can. Work has been physically and mentally exhausting. I'm fixing to have a 2-week vacation very soon so I'm hoping that gives me enough break from the chaos to get back to myself. Thanks for checking in :)

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Just a thought but.... Malleus as Morticia and Yuu/Reader as Gomez?? Bonus if Yuu/Reader is Hispanic ✨ me fr

I love this but I know 100% I COULD NOT do it justice. They would definitely make them proud though :)

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Since you know Alex Warren, I always imagine lilia with a constantly reincarnating reader, to the song eternity.

STOPPPPP

LITERALLY I HAVE A REINCARNATION BLURB FOR HIM IN THE WORKS ALREADY 🥳🤩

It wasn’t a songfic though :3

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Feel free to drop ideas for stuff. I’m going to be off this weekend and want to shake the dust off :)

Side note: what song do you think the guys would get married to? I fell in love with Alex Warren’s “The Ordinary (Wedding Theme)” and feel it would work for any of them but best for Kalim, Malleus, Lilia, and maybe Silver

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 50000 likes!

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The Best Revenge (Azul x Reader)

I've had you all in my thoughts and wanted badly to write something for you but my body and health have been kind of working against me lately.

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Floyd wanted to get back at Azul for making him the sacrifice for Vil's moisturizer restock and doesn't know if he's annoyed or happy with the results

Floyd was no stranger to Azul's wrath. He was actually quite amused at how the blood would rush to the boy's face, turning a fierce pink before flecks of purple would shimmer beneath the potion condensing his form into something human. Sometimes the cracks in Azul's lips would tinge with the barely-contained ink as he literally swallowed down the urge to spit. The rambunctious Leech liked to think he was doing Azul a favor, getting him so riled up he couldn't help but swing blindly.

He had about three haphazard swings before Azul remembered he had legs and could chase him around. The young entrepreneur put himself on a strict daily schedule but it was Floyd's personal opinion that he spent too much time being stressed and sitting down. Sure, Azul got exercise walking around campus and was practically doing calisthenics in flight class but part of acclimating to land was learning how to have a healthy body.

It was NOT healthy to be hunched over crunching numbers, subsisting on a mostly liquid diet. Jade was just as vigilant, of course, tapping into Azul's baser instincts of catching live prey to make sure he ate things of substance. The gasping fish would either stink up the office or muddle the paperwork so Azul always made quick work of it, scowling as he crawled to the tank at the back for a genuine break.

Fish clamped between his teeth, Azul couldn't deny the way he relaxed as the cool saltwater hit his skin. He'd usually eat the first one and wait patiently for Jade or Floyd to drop more live ones in to amuse the tentacles. He'd muster his angriest face but the twins knew it would wash away into nothingness when he breached the water.

It usually turned into a lounging session for the three of them, bobbing aimlessly in the tank. Azul insisted he could take care of himself, often saying 'If I can run a business at my age, surely that means I can take care of myself!' but the tweels remained unphased.

They'd made a pact to take care of each other long ago.

Inevitably, the tweels would twine around him in the way they always had. There was always a clash of tailfin and tentacle as Azul's fought the desire to spit ink and retreat. It didn't help that the pure muscle of their bodies flexed just so to keep him still. The gold of their eyes seemed to burn brighter and Azul wondered how hard it was to keep their mouths shut and not take a bite of him.

They wouldn't, of course, because it would trigger Azul's tentacles. The tweels had length but one body against several tentacles was always a bad matchup. Especially when he just needed one bite to paralyze them (and it didn't mater what he bit). Sure the paralysis was temporary but it was enough to send a message.

That message was 'I'm the boss in the sea and on land'.

Floyd like to challenge that, of course. It was the only way to keep things interesting. Besides, he couldn't let Azul get a big head or he wouldn't be able to fit through the doors of the lounge! Jade reminded Azul that it was time to make more of Vil's moisturizer and a prickly, lethal silence smothered his office.

Ever the benevolent man, Azul actually kept track of who was last manhandled and mangled for said moisturizer. Per the tracker, it was Floyd's turn.

Floyd wasn't going down without a fight, though. Azul sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose, clucking his tongue in disappointment. "Just once, couldn't you make this easy?" Azul's shoulders slumped in genuine exhaustion and to get out of his suit.

It wouldn't be the first time he and Jade had to hold Floyd down for the process. It was actually much more common for the twins to duke it out and Azul to swoop in when Floyd was tired. "No matter," Azul's brows furrowed as his hands closed around nothing, Floyd narrowly dodging his grip. Floyd hissed, baring his pointy teeth as he skirted around the side of the desk and flung the chair to deter Jade. "We all know fighting allows us to make more of the hydration coat."

"You sure it's not Jade's turn?" Floyd's brow was pinched high in suspicion. "Feel like I got squeezed last time." he frowned, side-stepping Jade and ducking before his brother could grab him in a headlock as he 'stumbled' forward. His hat fell to the floor and he could hear Azul mumble something about not trampling it with their giant feet.

Jade hummed, eyes narrowed and pupils slitted in pure focus and agitation. He was far more predictable than Floyd and they all knew it. Floyd flashed that lazy, crooked grin at him. "'Sides, how do you know Jade didn't mess with the book?"

"As if I would mess with our dear boss' finances! Is that what you're suggesting, brother?" Jade was struggling to keep the muscles of his jaw in check, to let the words speak louder than the warble, as he lunged for Floyd. As expected, the two brothers crashed to the floor in a ball of hissing and snapping. "When would I ever have the time?" he grunted, trying to pin Floyd to the floor.

Both brothers had bruises and scratches on their face. Floyd had a quarter moon on the inside of his wrist beginning to bead with blood. "While you're playing matchmaker? Settin' our little pus-pus up with his lander?" Floyd took full advantage of Jade's sensory issue, pushing one of his pants legs up to the knee. He didn't know if it was the broken symmetry or a tactile thing but Jade scoffed, releasing Floyd so he could fix his pant leg.

Floyd slithered out from under him, cackling.

"He wasn't playing matchmaker! That was a business lunch!" Azul loomed over him, voice cold and quiet. Lethal.

It was enough to make Floyd freeze, his brain trying to assess how big Azul really was. What openings were there to get away?

Azul's clothes were bulging, his body struggling to maintain the shape under the rush of hormones. Things like embarrassment, stress, and rage could trigger their merform. Black spots dotted his neck, disappearing under the collar of his shirt. Deceptively strong hands grabbed Floyd, one on the back of his shirt and the other on his shoulder. "Jade," Azul pressed his lips together to stop the ink from dribbling out, his white teeth tinged a grayish black. He swallowed. "Get things ready."

It wasn't the worst pain Floyd had ever felt--he and Jade were trained to have a high pain tolerance due to the family business being what it was--but he could tell Azul was trying to make it hurt. Azul may not have the suction cups in his human form but he definitely had the grip! The bastard was methodical too, already aware of the best places to harvest in the name of efficiency. Their arms didn't produce much, for example, but Azul was able to get some before focusing on the tailfin.

Was it because of the matchmaking comment? Everyone but Azul could see it. Sometimes he thought Azul COULD see it and was just too scared to do anything about it.

Floyd had plenty of time to mull it over as he recovered in the tank some thirty minutes later. Azul was a passive aggressive man and to get that kind of reaction out of him almost made the ache worth it.

He really liked you, huh?

What to do about it? Azul's pettiness was usually never more than an extra shift in the dish pit or some harsher words he would eventually regret, fretting over them more than Floyd or Jade ever did.

This was like a special occasion and called for more than just rearranging drawer organization or putting fake knives in with the real ones in the prep area. Like father says, 'The best way to handle someone is to keep them occupied.'

As soon as he could walk again Azul would be quite occupied. He'd make sure of it.

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It wasn't uncommon for the Mostro Lounge to be locked when you arrived for your shift but it was unusual to see the 'Dining Area Closed! Call for Take Out!' sign. The only time you saw that was when Azul, Floyd, or Jade had a potion complication. Or an urgent family matter popped up (that was usually the tweels). The fact that you hadn't been given a head's up was even more suspicious.

Jade had his back to you, boxing up orders and checking tickets. You continued to knock, finally meeting his gaze when he set the neatly tied bundle on the bar. He unlocked the door, smiling at you.

"What's going on?" you looked around, slipping into your personally monogrammed apron. There was no loud music booming in the back. None of Floyd's complaining about picky lander people.

"Floyd is hiding and Azul is...indisposed." Jade didn't seem stressed, quite the contrary. His smile was more genuine and sharp as he spoke about Azul.

"So Floyd ditched? That's it? What do you mean Azul is indisposed?"

"Not quite." Jade removed his suit jacket as he took a rare position in the back of house. He passed you some gloves so you guys could work on prep. "Floyd was here but he left some time ago. He's ignoring my calls and texts, unfortunately." Jade scraped diced onions into the labeled container, cutting the next one in half to make thin slices for salads and sandwiches. "Azul's not able to assist so we made the joint decision to do carry-out today."

You finished the peppers and looked over to Jade's list of things left to prep. He asked you to help with boiled eggs for the snack boxes and a sauce or two before some other Octavinelle students came in. "I apologize for not giving you proper notice but Floyd and prep had me preoccupied." he lamented.

"It's not a big deal," you squatted next to him, putting more snack boxes in the refrigerated drawer. You started making sauces as Jade put salads together, phone cradled between his neck and shoulder as he took an order. He passed you a tuna salad snack box when the others showed up, suggesting you go find Azul. "He should be in his office. I doubt he's gotten far."

Gotten far? What was he doing? Where was he supposed to be going?

You opened the door but Azul was nowhere to be found. That was the first odd thing. He always pushed his chair in after leaving and it was kicked away, tilted just so. "Azul?" you called out, eyes narrowed and suspicion raised as you looked around.

A thick thump answered you, followed by a curse and some sort of gurgle in mer. His hair was thoroughly mussed, like wild waves instead of the smoothed style you were used to. He squinted at you, lips pursed in a frown as his hands felt clumsily over his pen and the trinkets on his desk before finding a bare spot to push himself up. "Floyd if you've magicked yourself into a disguise I swear I'll--" Azul hissed, stumbling his way around the desk.

"Not Floyd," you answered flatly, pushing the snack box into his chest as he approached. Azul stopped abruptly, almost tripping himself. Heat crept up his neck and into his cheeks.

"Ah, my apologies," Azul brushed a hand down the front of his dress shirt, brain forgetting his other hand was occupied as he tried to excuse the faux pas with a wave. The wave was more of a throw and he sighed defeatedly as the snack box bounced and rattled to a stop somewhere on his left.

"Where's your glasses?" you asked, watching Azul basically tiptoe across the carpet, like it could come alive at any second if he stepped wrong.

"Floyd would know," Azul hummed dryly. "But I haven't been able to find him or my glasses all morning."

"You don't have a backup pair?"

"He took those too." Azul finally made it over to the box, picking it up.

"So you're super blind, huh?" he didn't miss the smile in your voice. If it was anyone else, he'd spit ink at them. Coming from you, it made his heart flutter.

"Only on land," Azul was secretly glad for your picking because it gave him a beacon to hone in on. You were somewhere by the desk and he just had to keep walking. He couldn't help the smile on his face, able to see the crinkle in your nose and the way your cheeks dimpled as you poked fun at him.

"Sit," you tapped the back of his chair, "we'll brainstorm."

Azul tried to slide past you and sit in the chair but he misjudged how close he was to the desk and bounced off of it, hitting his hip on one of the drawers. His stomach hit the edge hard, buttons of his pants pressing into his skin and he hissed. His pride kept him from flopping onto the desk like a beached whale but gravity and inertia dictated he must go somewhere and he was only a little embarrassed you used HIS chair to scoop him up like some child with a bucket at the beach.

The Octavinelle dorm leader let himself rock in the chair, legs relaxing and untangling as he found his footing. You pushed him up to the desk and he opened the snack box with a sigh as if nothing happened fifteen seconds ago. He pushed some drawers closed with his foot and you gathered this is what Jade meant about Azul not getting very far.

"So you've checked under your desk and in the drawers?"

"And in some of my plants. Floyd has actually buried them before," Azul shook his head. "I had to change and clean up a bit. Hard to keep things tidy when you can't see." he shook his head.

"Stock pot?"

"Jade checked. Nothing."

"Oven?"

"Nope."

"...toilet? Has he ever thrown them in the tank?"

Azul stopped chewing, brows furrowing. He held up a finger as he swallowed, digging into a shallow pull-out drawer where he kept blank contacts and other stationary. Crammed in the corner was a torn note with deep slashes through it. "That's not even on the list! That's not on the list?! Do NOT give him that idea!" he jabbed a finger at you, relief scrunching into panic before trying to harden into something threatening.

You rolled your eyes with a snort, pretending not to hear him call Jade on the phone as you got up to check the women's restroom. Just in case. When you and Jade came back empty handed, Azul let his head fall on the desk with an angry thump! Azul's phone rang and he blindly put it on speaker, thanking the caller for reaching out to the lounge and asking what they'd like to order. Much like anyone who'd ever worked in food service, his voice hid the fact that his soul had left his body and he was on auto pilot.

"Nah, not really hungry." Floyd's voice was unmistakable. It was a bit lifted like he was trying not to bust out laughing. "But you're a business and I want to do business." He was practically purring now.

"What? Like putting stuffed eel on the menu?" Azul growled, bearing his teeth. He hovered over the phone, nose almost smashed against it. Floyd laughed so loud it made Azul flinch, propping his face on his fist to keep distance.

"More like YOU draft up a deal RIGHT NOW that Jade gets squeezed THE NEXT THREE TIMES and I'll give you a hint." Floyd offered. Azul hit mute and you just sat back, watching him and Jade debate whether that was worth it. Obviously it wasn't for Jade but Azul was tired of being blind. After a solid three minutes of Floyd not realizing he's been muted, to realizing it, to threatening to hang up, Azul unmutes himself and reluctantly agrees. "Take your lander to the supply closet."

Click!

Normally Jade will entertain Floyd but he was currently following alongside you and Azul, swearing up and down that he had checked said closet. "That may be," Azul didn't miss the way his hand tightened around yours as you pulled away to open the door. His grip was strong enough to keep you in place but he'd blame it on being blind and at the mercy of defensive mer instincts. "But we still haven't found him and he could've gotten in there while you were making orders."

"Which I should get back to, regrettably." Jade excused himself. You didn't miss the way his eyes bounced around the organized closet before he left.

The supply closet wasn't as extravagant as the rest of the lounge; it was organized and routinely dusted but still a humble closet. Barely big enough for two, one wall with no shelves to keep the mop and bucket and a few caution signs. Random cleaning supplies and rolls of toilet paper dotted the shelves on your other side. You pulled the cord for the lone light above, Azul apologizing as his hand grabbed your cheek instead of said cord. You bent down to check the mop bucket, Azul moving around bottles of dish soap and toiletries.

The door slams shut and you yelp but you think it goes unheard under whatever noise Azul made. He rams into the shelves and backs up, practically sitting on your back. You crumble under his weight, mop bucket rolling out from under you. He lands on top of you, both of you a tangle of limbs, and you groan. The mop bucket ricochets off the wall, knocking over the mop next to it.

Azul shields you, grunting as the mop whacks him in the back.

You're dazed by the struggling light, by the fall, by the suddenness, and all he can think of is how pretty you look underneath him. Not in a perverted way, but in the way that you look like home and he can snuggle into you at the end of a long day. Your hair is a mess but the scent of it wafts up and curls around him like a gentle lover. It highlights the smell of your skin and he just wants to melt into you.

Wrap you in all of his tentacles.

His phone rings, saving him from an awkward moment of looking at you as you opened your eyes. It was Floyd, of course.

"FLOYD! I SWEAR TO SEVENS I WILL DROWN YOU IN THE TANK!"

"Why? I kept my end of the deal. Your glasses are in the closet, boss!"

"They're not in the mop bucket," you groaned, trying to get out from under Azul. You couldn't pull yourself out so you laid there, wondering how long it would take him to get off of you as he raged on the phone. He was the reddest you'd ever seen him! Red enough to give Riddle a run for his money!

"No, but they're probably close to the mop bucket based on all that noise you guys made!" Floyd cackled. "What are you guys doing in there, anyways? Are you actually looking for the glasses or doing something else?" he teased.

"Why would we be doing something else?" Azul kicked the door, giving you enough room to roll to your side. You started to weasel out from under him, scooting back against the wall.

"Because you're in there with your big, fat lander crush?"

The closet went silent instantly. You felt your face heat up. Azul didn't know if his heart was going to give out or if he was going to choke and die on the ink pooling in his mouth.

"You have a crush on me?" you don't know how you managed to ask it.

"I might," Azul mumbled after he swallowed.

"Might?! MIGHT?! HE WAS GOING TO RENT A BOAT AND MAKE JADE AND I DO THE STUPID SONG! THERE'S NO MIGHT!"

"The song?"

"THE ONE FROM YOUR WORLD! SHA-LA-LA-LA DON'T BE SHY! YOU GOTTA FUCKIN' TRY--"

"That's not the song!" you started to laugh, unable to help yourself. You'd told them about The Little Mermaid before but telling them about it wasn't the same as getting to watch it. You'd definitely taught them some of the songs when you discovered they could play instruments.

"--SHUDDAP AND KISS! KISS THEIR LIPS, LA-LA!"

"If I do will you let me out?"

You couldn't tell if he was desperate or if he didn't want to do it and your heart sank a little. "Floyd, if he doesn't want to just--"

"You want to?" Azul leaned forward, eyes big and nervous as he stared at you.

"I wouldn't mind it," you shrugged. His lips met yours soon after, the quickness making you jolt and smack your head against the wall. He fell into you, lips clumsy and fingers fluttering nervously as he reached up to pet the spot you smacked. You learned his lips as he traced down your left side. He paused abruptly and you released his lower lip, wondering if it was too much for someone who carried an affection wound.

"My glasses," he whispered.

"What?"

"My glasses!" he squeezed the lump in your apron pocket and you dropped your head against the wall with a deep sigh. That explains why Jade couldn't find it. He didn't look in things that weren't his. You fished them out, blindly reaching up to put them on Azul's face since he was still wrapped around you.

"Ready to kill Floyd now?"

"No, I think I'd rather stay here." Azul looked at you with eyes that could really see now, drinking you in and loving it. He leaned forwards, lips shaking in mild withdraw and fear of asking for another kiss. You met that fear with hunger, finally answering the question of what it was like to kiss him.

The door flung open sometime later, a dejected Floyd leaning on the knob, one hand propping him up on the frame. "Okay, this is boring! Quit eating my boss!" he whined.

"Now I'm ready!" Azul launched himself out of the closet, not caring if he pulled Floyd's pants down or how he got him on the ground so long as he didn't let go of him.

"I think they both got what they wanted!" Jade hummed happily, hands folded behind his back as he watched the insults and fists fly. He looked down to where you sat in stunned silence, offering you a hand. "I think you did too." he mused. You just smacked his hand away with a snort, blushing as you watched the fight.

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You Find a Lost Kid Together [Azul x Reader]

Just wanted to put something quick out~

This was supposed to have all three of the octotrio but I have a soft spot for the cephalopunk and he got long. Jade and Floyd to come at a later date.

Basic premise: You're dating the individual Octotrio members and this may or may not get them thinking about having a kid with you :3

You didn't think Twisted Wonderland would have a bulk warehouse-type deal for restaurants but you're pleasantly surprised. While Azul had his contracts and contacts, they didn't get him everything. This giant warehouse was exclusive to the point where you had to have a referral, a membership, and had to have a fingerprint match to get in. Unlike the bulk stores of your world, membership couldn't be purchased whenever you wanted. There was a waiting list for memberships.

Needless to say, it was the fanciest and most interactive place you'd ever been. It was an enchanted bulk warehouse--different areas became literal zones where you'd walk through towering trees to pick fruits or bundle up just to dig stuff out of the frozen section. You appreciated the variety and exposure; moving away from the enchanted zones took you to aisles upon aisles of regional goods. They had things from the Queendom of Roses, Scalding Sands, and Sunshine Lands!

And the food court?! Forget about it! Grim would cry, faint, and probably get kicked out from trying to empty it out like an all you can eat buffet!

Azul liked to take the first bus out and make it an all-day date with you. It was intimate, he didn't have to worry about Jade and Floyd, and the two of you could browse. Sometimes you'd bounce decor ideas off of one another while feeling luxurious napkins, sometimes you'd sample the food court and he'd make mental notes about what people were eating most.

And what your favorite thing was, of course.

Azul was almost sick with joy about the domesticity of it all. He could see himself getting older with you, picking out towels for the house you'd live in together. He could just hear the gentle, teasing banter as you wove through the aisles to make a dinner worthy of his parents coming onto land for! His hearts squeezed a little too hard in his human body and he choked around the funny cheese corndog thing you'd convinced him to eat.

"You okay?" one hand was on his back in an instant, the other poking the straw of your drink between his lips. Azul felt himself squirm as he fought to keep his merform in check; he so desperately wanted to wrap you up and bring you closer than skin and now was not the time or the place. He winced at the bite of sugary soda on his tongue but nodded. Clearing his throat, he brushed crumbs off his coat. "Let's go walk, you offered, linking your arms as you took your soda back.

It was easy to walk off whatever he'd eaten, meandering through carefully curated displays of things to buy. From the little accents to actual chairs, Azul guessed each theme had at least eighty pieces in it. A clever way to showcase the variety and how the warehouse was quite literally a one-stop shop for a restaurant. If he wasn't so sold on the purple and ocean theme of the Mostro lounge, he'd definitely adopt the warm, charming theme that looked like an old jazz lounge.

He'd stopped at a display table, captivated by the designs on the charger when a little head popped out from under the table. "BOO!"

All three of you went quiet. Azul startled and cursed softly, glad he didn't drop the plate on the kid's head. "You're not mommy!" the kid glared up at Azul, brows furrowed. He was adorable with his pudgy little face until it started to get red and splotchy with panic. "Where's mommy?"

"Of course I'm not mommy!" Azul shook his head. "And I don't know. I don't know your mother." he set the plate down. The kid crawled from under the table, almost falling off the lifted display. Azul hissed as the kid caught himself on his leg, little nails digging into him like Floyd's claws.

"We can help you find them, though." you spoke calmly, squatting down. "You want to come with me so we can look? Maybe we can get you a cookie for being such a big help!"

"Okay," he sniffed, crawling towards you. With a bit of a groan, you pushed yourself up. Azul was mystified by your ability to quell that incoming banshee screech before it even started! He knew how to make menus colorful and fun, create food kids would bug their parents for, but he didn't know how to actually deal with kids. Perhaps it was a bias from his childhood, being bullied and all.

One look at that snotty, wet face and he couldn't say he saw the appeal. Maybe because it wasn't his offspring, he reasoned as you walked back through the displays looking for other people. He felt the abandoned cheese corndog wiggle in his hand and tightened his grip on instinct.

"Are you eating my food?!" Azul puffed up, aghast as the kid picked the little fried knobs off the side. The kid paused, mid-bite, and shot him that same dirty look from earlier. He finished his bite. "Don't do that! You could be allergic!"

"I eat it all the time!" the kid tried to pinch off another piece and Azul moved it away. That empty hand moved to swat him and Azul was easily the most offended you'd ever seen him. "You're mean!" the kid popped over your shoulder to point at Azul.

"You're rude and I think that's worse," Azul stared down his nose at the boy.

"You're worse!" the boy stuck his tongue out.

"Do you even know what 'worse' means?" Azul's eyebrow arched as you poked the boy in the stomach and pointed to a lady just outside the furniture and display area.

"No, that's not mommy."

You started towards the front of the store where the customer service area was. Along the way you learned his name was Finn, he liked the color red, and his mom was probably part of some catering business because she did 'big food parties, like food birthdays'. He quickly wiggled away from you, flailing to get down, and said he wanted to look for mommy himself. Of course, you and Azul weren't going to let him get lost. The squeal echoed in the open air and should've made Azul grit his teeth but he had to admit there was something cute about the way you darted off after the kid.

Azul would be the first one to admit he wasn't built for speed. He would never admit that he couldn't even keep the pace with some half-pint lander! He'd see you out of the corner of his eye, try not to run, and go halfway down the aisle just to realize you'd taken off in another direction. Speed-walking and huffing, he rounded the corner and almost tripped over Finn.

"Wh-Where are they?" Azul swallowed, trying not to seem out of breath.

WHY COULD HE ONLY FIND ONE OF YOU AT A TIME?!

"We're playing hide and seek!" Finn bounced up and down, waving a stuffed dinosaur around. Judging by said dinosaur, you'd been through the miscellaneous section he called 'birthday aisle'. It was filled with all manner of tiny gifts that would be perfect to celebrate a special day free of charge (really it's free marketing). He planned to get sea themed animals for the next Visitor's Day at NRC, but that wouldn't be for a while.

"Found you!" you sprinted into view, skidding to a stop at the end of an aisle. Azul jumped. Clearly you were having fun but you had that feral determinism to you that reminded him of Floyd. Finn giggled and narrowly dodged Azul's free hand, awkwardly rounding the corner as he took off again.

"Stop!" Azul begged. "I-I'll let you eat my corndog!"

"Azul, come on!" you wheezed, shaking your head. "Help a little!"

"I don't know what to do!" Azul exclaimed, exasperated. "I don't run! I don't have siblings!"

"Don't you have to, like, hunt for your food when you're in the Coral Sea? You can catch things!"

"It's different!"

You stayed hunched over, hands on your knees, as you caught your breath. "I have an idea," you straightened. "I'm so sad! I couldn't catch Finn! Do you think we could get some candy to make me feel better?" you ask loudly.

Azul grunted when you nudged him in the ribs. "Candy? You want candy? What does candy have to--" he groaned when you dug your elbow a little deeper. "You did run for a long time! I think we deserve a little candy!" Azul rubbed the sore spot as he rolled his eyes.

"I should get to pick the candy! I'm the one who won!" Finn popped up like a little menace. A little opportunistic menace.

"Why don't we go find your parents and see if they'll let you have some candy, huh?" you held out your hand. Finn walked with you for about six aisles, nearly a quarter of the way there, when he stopped. "Tired from running?" you laughed as you picked him up.

"My feet hurt!" he whined, plunking his head down on your shoulder.

Azul felt his blood pressure go down as a comfortable silence set in. The kid wasn't so bad when he was quiet! He could handle Floyd but he couldn't handle this kid and he didn't know how to feel about that. This little urchin had sent him through the five stages of grief and earned him at least one day off of working out for all the running around he did!

Something stirred in Azul at the sight of little lashes fanned out against pudgy cheeks and he grimaced at himself. Maybe that would be cute if it looked like him. Or you. Or both.

"I can feel him drooling on my shirt," you whispered to Azul.

He waved for the desk attendant, motioning to Finn. "Has anyone lost a child?"

They sent a page out, Finn jerking his head off your shoulder as the overhead system crackled. He blinked sleepily as his parents came into view. "Mommy!" he cried out, almost falling out of your arms.

"We found him under a table if you can believe it!" Azul pushed up his glasses with a chuckle, not sure how to deal with the deluge of 'thank you's' and nervous fretting.

"I can!" Finn's mother laughed at last, smushing Finn into her. "We always play peekaboo with the tablecloths!"

Turns out Finn's mom was an event planner and his dad was a caterer. He shopped for ingredients and she liked to get ideas for themes. Azul said he also liked this place for ingredients; you listened to the conversations split as Azul and Finn's dad talked about cooking while Finn told his mom about hide and seek with you and Azul. Azul invited them to the Mostro Lounge the next time they were around NRC, always finding a way to drum up business.

Finn's mother made a passing comment about how it'd be a while before they went anywhere because he didn't listen and was in big trouble! She'd called their usual game off to go to the bathroom; he followed her about halfway and then went to hide back amongst the displays. "We'd be happy to buy you guys a dinner!" his dad offered.

"I could plan your wedding!" Finn's mom was only half joking. She looked between the two of you, wise and confident. "You're together, right?" your faces lit up and she laughed. Finn laughed, too. "Here's my card."

They walked away and you wondered if Azul felt like getting groceries anymore.

Getting an offer to plan your wedding wasn't what you expected to find in a place like this but the really did have everything, didn't they?

Azul fished his phone out of his pocket, clucking his tongue in dismay. He had several missed calls and texts from the twins. The group chat was overflowing with emojis and Floyd's typical spamming.

Floyd Leech: You're taking FOREVER! What's goin' on, huh?

Jade Leech: Don't forget the wine for the risotto.

We're fine. We just had a situation. Azul texted.

Floyd Leech: Like an 'I need bail' situation?

WHY WOULD I NEED BAIL?! Azul responded.

Jade Leech: What else could keep you so preoccupied, I wonder?

Floyd typed 'Probably looking at the fries and getting ideas' with a string of emojis. Jade sent a smiley face back.

Jade Leech: I'm interested to learn about this 'situation'. Hurry back for tea.

Floyd Leech: Maybe I'll go on the next run! Sounds like you had fun this time!

"Come on, we have to get back to the other kid." you joked, talking about Floyd. Azul just gave a big sigh before taking your hand and walking towards the door.

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not sure if you're taking requests or if you do at all.. but if you do, could you do a ruggie x picky eater reader? whenever they go out to eat, ruggie gets an extra snack being all the stopuff reader wont eat

I would love to do a quick blurb but I need a little clarification! Are you saying you'd like to do a Ruggie x Reader where Ruggie picks up an extra snack because the reader may not find something they like when they're out to eat? Or do you just want a blurb where Ruggie is the willing bottomless pit that doesn't want the picky eater reader to feel bad about being a picky eater? Thanks for writing :)

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Signs of Affection [Random x Reader]

I can't think of anything else today so have this~

ft. Jack, Ruggie

Jade and Leona, maybe Azul to come at a later date.

Just wanted to give the people with animal traits some love :)

Wolves show affection by tail-wagging, social sleeping or physical closeness

Jack is definitely the type to be more affectionate in private. You're learning to tell his emotions by his ears and whether or not the back of his neck changes color (the quicker he hides it, the more embarrassed he is). He recently confessed that he used to hold his tail when you came around. When he couldn't risk you asking where one of his hands went, Ruggie would take pity on him and grab the tip of his tail or use Laugh With Me to keep him relaxed.

For a fee, of course.

Most of the time he hovers near you. He's always been a man of actions instead of words. Jack hopes the brush of his shoulder against yours is comforting and reassuring. Contact is key to a beastman, after all. When you're far enough away from the main campus, on the long walk back to Ramshackle, his arm will gradually loop around your waist until you're pressed right up against him and one of you is a certified trip hazard to the other. If you don't actually trip and end up in a tangle of limbs, he scoops you up to carry you or squats and looks back expectantly until you climb on.

Big, strong wolf is proud to be big, strong wolf.

Sometimes he'll use his signature spell and turn into that massive white wolf with an unfairly lush coat, trotting through the woods with you riding atop him. It makes him focus, allows him to stretch in a way his human body can't, and shows you how cool and reliable he is.

When the weather starts to chill, wind whispering through the cracks in Ramshackle as frost glazes the old windows, Jack will invite himself over with his favorite blanket and pillow to spend the night. Most of the time he stays in his human form. The first time you touched him with cold feet, half asleep in the middle of the night, he made an ungodly noise and startled so bad he activated Unleash the Beast, smothering you in the most aggravated and concerned way. His cold little snoot stayed pressed against your face the whole night, little puffs and brrRRRRrrr's tickling your face as he...snored (probably?)

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Ruggie found it odd that you were dodging him. Well, his first reaction wasn't to think you were dodging him; he honestly thought you wanted to be chased which was okay in his book. Chase play was common among hyena beastmen and seen as something reserved for people in a closer group. He'd locate and you'd take off again; Ruggie was no stranger to running back and forth or hunting but after the fifth or sixth time he was annoyed.

He crept up behind you in the library, ears on a swivel for anything that would disturb you before he closed off your chance to run. Ruggie felt his pupils change, ignoring his body's desire to return to four-legged status as you continued to leaf through the book. You were engrossed in whatever it was and he took full advantage, a hint of fang peeking out from his upper lip as he put his hands firmly on your shoulders. Ruggie clapped a hand over your mouth, giggling as you flailed.

When he was sure neither one of you would get absolutely skewered for disrupting the ambiance, he released you. You huffed, bottom lip poking out at him as your cheeks warmed. "What've you been up to? How come you're hidin' from me, huh?" he plopped down in the chair next to you.

"Nothing," you refused to look at him, doing your best to cover the book with your arms. Ruggie's eyebrow rose, his nose wrinkling in disbelief as if he could smell the lie.

"Tell me the truth or I'll do it." he threatened, staring you straight in the face.

"You wouldn't!" you narrowed your eyes at him.

"I'm going to give you one more chance," Ruggie offered, trying to sneak the book out from under you. He scoffed when you pushed it away with your elbow at the last second. You growled at him and the hair on the back of his neck stood up before the rest of his brain kicked in and reminded him that he's bigger than you.

And also a beastman, which YOU are NOT.

You knew what he was going to do and he knew that you knew. Before you could lace your fingers together and stop him, Ruggie activated Laugh With Me. Usually he was quite cute with it, walking you back to steal a kiss or making you chase around a bite of your own food before he just feeds it to you himself but this wasn't cute.

It was embarrassing.

"The Basics of Beastmen?" Ruggie's ears went flat in disappointment, curiosity sated as he thumbed through the book. It was a pure human's guide to some of the hybrids but he could tell that it was outdated. He wasn't surprised to find a section on hyenas, as they were pretty common in the census.

"I'm just trying to mentally prepare for meeting your Grammy and the kids," you blushed, suddenly finding your fingernails very interesting. "I don't have to smell her butt, right?" you looked like you wanted to die on the spot.

Ruggie looked absolutely traumatized. "OF COURSE NOT!" he didn't know if he wanted to choke or faint. Or barf! "WHY WOULD YOU THINK--"

"IT'S IN THE BOOK!" your face was just as red as his.

"JUST BECAUSE IT'S IN A BOOK DOESN'T MEAN IT'S RIGHT!"

"HOW WOULD I KNOW? I'M NOT FROM HERE?!" you slapped him, voices rising enough to get a SHHH! out of the nearby librarian.

Ruggie had half a mind to check the book out and get his dormmates so riled up at the inaccuracies that they paid to destroy it. It was tempting and definitely marketable but he didn't want to think about how old or expensive this edition might be. It definitely didn't belong on the shelf of such a prestigious school as NRC! Kind of silly for a top school to run on old information, right?

"We're going to give this crap back to the librarian and I'm gonna teach you about hyenas!" Ruggie took your hand, snatching the book up with the other. He had enough sense not to flop it on the librarian's desk lest she lob it back at his head full force but his distaste was clear as he tugged you out the door and back to Ramshackle.

He shrugged off his blazer, tossed his yellow vest, and undid his tie and belt. You watched him with immense curiosity as he stretched and rolled his shoulders. Ruggie squatted, sitting comfortably on flat feet as he looked up at you. "The kids are going to want to pounce and play so you'll have to loosen up and get low," he demonstrated, falling forward until he was in a crouch, torso long and chest low to the ground.

You copied him, somewhere between an awkward stumbling trot and a disjointed gallop when he showed you how they'd run around the room when you got there. He had you bowled over in no time, easily running circles around you. "And they're going to play bite so you have to learn not to take it personal. They don't realize their teeth are sharp because they're kids." he nipped at you and you yelped.

"No yelping!" he glowered at you. "You'll make them feel bad. It's playing." he bit you playfully.

"Do I bite back?" you asked, hands braced to hold Ruggie up above you, your head tilted to the right. If you leaned over a little more you could bite him in the arm.

"You can but it's better to do it around the neck or upper shoulder. We don't really bite anywhere else when we play."

You began to wrestle, trying to twist him around and pin him beneath you so you could bite his neck. Ruggie let his back touch the floor a few times but really if this was you trying, the kids were going to swarm you! If you were meat on a bone you'd be picked clean! After some time you finally got your mouth close enough to bite down.

Ruggie couldn't help but laugh at the awomph! sound you made as you bit down. It was supposed to be a serious thing, a mark of victory, but it didn't even hurt! There wasn't even a pinch! The more he realized you were trying, the way your blunt teeth tried to burrow into his shoulder, the harder he laughed.

The fight dissolved as you sat back, breathing heavily and shaking your head at him. You deflated, sitting cross-legged, as Ruggie sat up and wiped his eyes. "Sorry," he sniffed, gasping for breath, "that was a good try though."

"What else do I need to know?" you crossed your arms, looking away from him.

He dove at you, knocking you onto your back. You gave a peep and a wheeze and he chuckled. "We're group sleepers so we like to make cuddle piles." he shamelessly snuggled into you, grabbing your hips and laying you flat so he could get comfy. Ruggie curled into you, head nuzzling into your chest as he let his eyes close for the first time all day.

Serves you right for making him hunt you the whole day!

You felt his body melt into you and put your hand in his hair, running your fingers absently through the strands. He began to purr and it made you lift your head a little. "A-Are you purring?" "Yeah, we do that too." he yawned, bumping his head against your chin, purring a little louder.

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Thinking of doing a blurb where Crowley tries to summon someone for you so you don’t feel alone on family day but he gets your EX.

Going to do chara reactions. You’re dating the TWST boys at this point.

Anyone want to anonymously DM me reasons they hate their exes? They gonna get murked because it’s fiction >_>

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Give us something gentle and fluffy with NRC staff being our pseudo parents and my life is yours! Maybe they find out Yuu is from a different world and make the crow man regret not informing the staff and using Yuu to do so much around the school with the threat of no food, etc.

Hey there! Happy to do this! So, my personal bit before I jump into it: I think the staff knows Yuu is from another world (because they'd have to understand why they are a package deal with Grim and why they can't perform magic). I just think Crowley exaggerates how much he's actually doing for Yuu. Like, he's vague and a little eccentric so they don't really look into it until it hits them in the face.

I personally like to think Crowley's negligence isn't malicious but he's just dumb in the way he can't keep a tamagotchi alive and should not be trusted with something living and breathing that's not himself.

There's a bonus bit at the end ;).

Not proofread

Moving on~

There was an uncomfortable twist in Sam's guts, some kind of dread he couldn't quite put his finger on when he looked at you. The shadows were always happy to see you and play tag between the aisles but if they stood still enough, he could see them grimace. As a businessman who had to appeal and keep clients, Sam had a good eye.

Something was most definitely wrong with you.

The air just felt cold and heavy when he really looked at you. Whatever it is, you weren't really addressing it. And, rather smartly, you didn't stay still long enough to interrogate. At first he thought it was out of a desire to succeed and thrive but the longer Sam paid attention, the more he doubted that.

It wasn't unusual to see you with Ruggie, after all. That should've been his sign. Ruggie was one of the hardest workers he'd ever known, his envious cunning only matched by his dogged determination to complete whatever goal he had his eye on. It was usually saving money--and food--to send back home to the kids in his area. Like him, you were the first one to jump in and ask if he needed help with anything.

Sam didn't always have money to give but he noticed you didn't pass up on the opportunity to take things he'd have to throw out otherwise. He never let anything mold or rot, of course, but there would be random things that didn't sell or Azul couldn't think of a way to reuse for the restaurant. You and Ruggie would always split the hall, the beastman generously taking things that may give your human, non-magic stomach a hard time.

Something about today felt different. You were shuffling between the aisles with your little basket, shadows playing with the pull strings on your hoodie. He listened to you move boxes around, cans clinking as if you could tell one was fuller than the other. He met your gaze several times but you'd give up after a few minutes and vanish down the aisle.

Finally, when the store was empty, you approached.

You were far too honest to swap stickers or damage merchandise to get a discount so he had to wonder why you were so nervous.

It hit Sam all over again that something had to be wrong because you had the bare basics in your basket: dried beans, a bag of lentils, uncooked oats, a pack of instant yeast, some potatoes, some bottled water, and a jar of peanut butter. They were savvy basics but when he thought of all the students with families who wasted their money on soda and junk, his stomach soured.

"Anything else I can get you, Little Imp?" Sam smiled as he double-bagged the potatoes.

"Actually..." you looked around before your fingers started a nervous dance across the twenty thaumarks in your hands. You'd already paid for your groceries so he wasn't quite sure what you were doing with it. You swallowed nervously and his brow rose as your face began to flush. "Sam," your voice shook, "if I give you twenty thaumarks can I use your shower? I just want hot water and I'm tired of asking the other dorms if I can use theirs. It's embarrassing."

His heart stopped. "Y-You don't have hot water?"

You shook your head no, wiping your face before the tears could fall. You cracked open a water and drank some to distract yourself, turning away as you slid the thaumarks towards him.

"How long have you not had hot water?"

"It worked for a couple days when I first got here," you whispered. "I told Crowley about it but he said he was only responsible for the lodging. Like, giving me a key. I've cleaned Ramshackle up and fixed as much as I could but I can't get the hot water to work. I can't afford to hire anyone to look at it so I just kind of...ignore it."

"How often do you ask the other dorms for hot water?"

"Maybe once a month." you shrugged. "Every other month if I can. I don't think anyone's caught on yet."

The rage Sam felt was deep and hot. YOU WERE A CHILD! HOW COULD YOU NOT HAVE HOT WATER? CROWLEY HAD HOT WATER, HE COULD GUARANTEE IT! HOT WATER SHOULD FALL UNDER LODGING ISSUES BECAUSE IT IS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE HOUSE!

"What a silly little bird he is."

You'd never heard Sam's voice like this, so dark and distorted, and it made your hair stand on end. The eye sockets of the skull pin on his hat seemed to glow. His necklace jangled as the shadows raced underfoot. If you listened hard enough, you could hear the seasonal knickknacks and family items groan in the back room.

He slid the thaumarks back to you. "Let me lock the shop and I'll show you upstairs. Once your done, I'd like for you to put the new stock away. In exchange, you can keep the little misfits."

Sam meant any bent boxes or dented cans. It drove you nuts when students actually complained about those. Why did they care about how something looked when they were still going to use it and throw it away?!

"Do you want me to leave after?"

"Only if you want. Honestly, I'd feel better having someone keep an eye on the shop. I don't know how long I'll be."

"Are you going to meet with vendors again?"

"Something like that," his magenta eyes seemed to glow from the steps as he beckoned you to the upper level where he stayed.

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Crewel is a big animal advocate and part of that advocacy involves changing public opinions about certain breeds. He does this by turning those breeds--mainly pitbulls, rottweilers, dalmatians--into therapy dogs for various conditions. Sometimes he'll personally train assistance dogs to donate to families in need. When he gets a new puppy, he calls around to local orphanages and after school programs to see if the kids would like to help socialize the animals.

At this point in his life, he's seen every possible version of a person. Broke, hungry, dirty, missing a limb, half-blind, homeless, despondent, angry, scared---you name it, he's seen it. Much like dogs, he has a good radar for the nature and condition of a person. When you asked him if he had any scraps of clothing, it caught his attention. It wasn't the most unusual thing, as Vil often rummaged through his random fabrics, but the fact that you didn't care what you grabbed was very odd.

He'd sit in the silence of the classroom and ponder what you might be doing with those scraps sometimes. Rags came to mind. Maybe a bandanna or two. You'd come to him more than once so clearly there was a bigger project in the works. It wasn't until fall turned to winter that he got an answer.

You came to class with a satchel today, a long blanket of fabric swatches wrapped around you. Grim was tucked protectively in the lab coat underneath, providing you extra warmth as you did your best to shield him from the wind. He snuggled into a matching patchwork scarf. Crewel could tell by the stitching on the segments that your sewing skills were self-taught and improving. As expected, someone made a smart remark and suddenly he didn't know who to punish.

The class was in total chaos!

Cater booed loudly, telling the guy he wasn't in a position to criticize ANYONE for what they wore! "I mean, have you seen yourself? You're either stupid or blind! The fact that you're making eye contact with me right now means you're stupid." Trey continued trying to block Cater's shot before the insults turned into a full on live roast on Magicam.

Deuce moved to put the guy through a desk, Ace barely holding him back. Grim had untangled himself just enough to breathe deep. Crewel could tell by the flare and flicker of blue in his ears that he was fixing to set the kid on fire.

'SIT!" he barked loudly.

Everyone stopped.

He immediately sorted people into groups--genuine innocents, people who got a pass because they were defending you, the antagonist, and antagonist supporters--and sent them into the spare room across the hall for different tasks. It was part punishment, part review for the upcoming exam.

Cater and Trey were to supervise, the innocents were free to study, the antagonist was to de-thorn the branches, flowers, and fruits used in the upcoming potion practical, and his supporters were writing a small history of said potion.

You and Grim were in none of the groups, instructed to stay behind.

Crewel sighed, chin on his gloved fist as he looked at you. "What am I going to do with you, Pup? Hm?" he asked softly, his voice kinder than his eyes.

"I didn't do anything wrong." you hmphed!

"I didn't say you did." Crewel leaned back, sighing again.

"Can I keep bringing the blanket to class?" you were shifting your weight nervously, drawing it tightly around you as you finally looked at him. Crewel was notorious for what he considered a 'distraction' because he maintained the highest standards for education. He also didn't want anyone catching fire from a wild earring or unnecessary fabric.

"Do you have a coat?"

"I don't have a clothing budget this month." you looked away. "Had to put it towards a decent axe. The old one finally gave out."

"You've been cutting your own wood?"

"Kind of have to," you shrugged. "The heat sucks in Ramshackle but the fireplace still works. So does the stove, thank Sevens!" you rolled your eyes.

Crewel shut his eyes, brows furrowed. He felt a headache begin to throb around his eyes and moved to cover them. For a few moments he said nothing, preferring to massage his face. "So let me get this straight," he opens his eyes and suddenly they're lethal and sharp and clear, "you have no extra money, no winter clothes, and you chop you wood to keep Ramshackle habitable?"

"Sounds right."

"It's because Crowley's so stingy!" Grim cried from the confines of your coat. "I don't even have a tuna budget! I'm wasting away!"

"Because he said I'm responsible for food and clothing," you poked Grim in the forehead, tucking him back under the safety of the blanket. "If I don't have it, I don't have it. I can't make thaumarks magically appear."

Oh this wouldn't do! Ideas to inconvenience Crowley were suddenly more plentiful than dalmatian spots. Crewel had connections; he was sure someone could tell him how to toe the line of legality and get the results he wanted. If he couldn't make Crowley smart, he could at least scare him shitless.

"Why don't we go into town and have lunch? Then we can review your budget." Crewel offered.

"I'm not a charity case," you growled to him. He would be defensive in your position, too. Embarrassed for the situation, frustrated by Crowley.

"I didn't say you were," Crewel turned his nose up at you as he stood, tucking the chair into his desk. He waves his wand at an armoire in the corner of the room and it unlocks, revealing a few spare lab coats and sets of goggles. Those shelves swing out, a false panel sliding back to show a handful of in-progress works and a few full outfits for when Crewel needed to change. A plush, fashionable coat was thrown at you. "You're going to be my new model."

"Tuna, here we come!" Grim cheered.

"Think bigger, Pup." Crewel tapped Grim in the forehead as he walked across the hall and dismissed the students with strict instructions to study or suffer the consequences. Because this was an unscheduled deviance for a normal school day, Crewel had to alert Crowley. You knew Crewel didn't like Crowley's lackadaisical approach but something about the way he stomped down the hall seemed hungry for murder. Thirsty for blood.

Crewel held up a gloved hand, saying nothing as he grabbed the door by the knob and burst through it with the fury of a pack of feral dogs. The door slammed shut; you and Grim flinched. You pressed your ear to the door but couldn't hear much through the thick wood. It felt like you'd waited forever but the door finally swung open, Crewel looking at Crowley menacingly over his shoulder. "I trust we have an understanding, yes?" he asked, not waiting for an answer before he shut the door firmly.

"Can we go eat now?" Grim looked up at him, blue eyes twinkling.

"Yes," Crewel deflated a bit. He ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it back and fluffing his bangs. "Come on, pup."

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It wasn't unusual for Trein to end up with a box of random items. Most of them were outright confiscated from people who'd rather goof off in class than appreciate the beautiful complexity of the history of magic. Every now and then, someone would leave something behind. If the student was a good one who paid attention and participate, he'd return it without issue. Should it belong to someone like Floyd or Leona, he'd usually demand an essay or a pop quiz before handing it over.

When he felt like it, sometimes he'd make the students a deal. If you didn't leave anything behind or get anything confiscated, he'd give you bonus points on an exam or quiz of your choosing. The idea was warmly received and he'd started keeping track of who forgot things, who needing things taken away, and who made class easy.

You were usually very diligent in packing your things up and although you gave him very confused looks in class, you were paying attention. It was just hard to absorb the history of a world so foreign to you. Trein was quite surprised when he found a black ledger while cleaning up between classes. On first glance it looked like it could belong to Azul or Riddle but he'd seen their notebooks since they liked to sit at the front and this did not belong to them.

He opened it, the spine cracking. Instead of being full of assignments or notes, it was a color-coded schedule for the week. Reminders of side jobs and deadlines for groundskeeping tasks. Each job had the thaumark amount circled in bright green. The next page had your monthly budget and Trein nearly had a heart attack at the paltry amount.

Ludicrous! Offensive! NEGLIGENT!

Trein was so furious his vision began to spot. Lucius perked up, whiskers twitching at the change in his human. He meowed at him, circling his feet and making gentle biscuits on his legs. Teeth grit and belt in one hand, Trein snorted through his nose, composing himself just enough to pick Lucius up. "Lu, I need you to do something for Papa, okay?"

Lucious meowed, seeming to nod.

He'd been alive nearly as long as Animal Linguistics had been around, there was no way Lucius misunderstood the assignment. Satisfied, Trein set him down. He opened the ground-floor window, watched Lucius hop out, and locked it again. "I'm going to beat the feathers off that dumb crow," Trein mumbled under his breath as he stalked down the hall.

"Professor Trein! Have you seen my---!" You skidded to a stop in the hallway, eyes landing on the ledger. "C-Can I have that back?"

"Tomorrow." Trein waved you away. "I have an important meeting to get to."

"But I--"

"It's an urgent meeting, you must understand." he fixed his sleeves. "You'll get it back tomorrow." he promised. He took off, your ledger in a firm grip and you weren't sure what to do.

You didn't have long to think on it, Kalim calling your name excitedly. "Come look at all the animals outside! I've never seen so many!" he took you by the hand, pulling you into the courtyard. Lucius seemed to lead a parade of animals--stray cats, squirrels, birds, Heartslabyul flamingos--and neither of you knew where they were going. Jamil finally caught up, complaining and catching his breath as he grabbed Kalim by the ear.

Kalim ignored the petty, angry tugs like it was nothing. "What's up there?" Kalim asked him, pointing to the room the squirrels were climbing into. The birds tapped incessantly at the window, cats and flamingos disappearing into another wing of the school.

"The headmage's office, I think." Jamil let go of Kalim's ear, crossing his arms. Someone threw the window open but you were too far away to see who. All three of you jumped as an ungodly scream echoed across the grounds. It sounded like a bloodbath, cats screeching and birds squawking.

"I don't have time for this! Come on you two!" Jamil grabbed you both firmly by the back of your clothes, walking you in the other direction.

You got pieces of your ledger back the next day, Crowley suddenly deciding he was so generous and clever he'd found time to take on duties befitting of the Headmage. Wrapped up in your side jobs, monthly budget, and grocery list was a note from Crowley. Opening it revealed a wad of thaumarks and a note:

Thank you for your time and dedication to NRC! To celebrate your care and attention, I, benevolent Dire Crowley, have elected to reward your efforts.

Don't spend it all in one place!

"Seeing that you have free time," Trein cleared his throat, "I wouldn't mind an assistant when you have time. Teachers would pay a premium not to grade papers, you know."

"I'll let you know when I'm free." you smiled.

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Vargas always tried to make exercising practical and exciting. He knew his students were tired of drills so he tried to shake it up with scavenger hunts and hiking trips. Today was a hiking trip day and Jade Leech was especially excited. So was Ruggie Bucchi. Coach Vargas had pre-mapped the trail on a five AM run, imbuing certain trees with magic that students could trigger if they lost their way.

The goal for today was to hike the trail in sets of two and make it to the end, grab the mystery item waiting there, and bring it to him.

Easy enough, right?

You were more familiar with the woods than people expected thanks to Jade and Ruggie. Before you could ask the hyena beastman to be your partner, he darted over to Leona, tail wagging excitedly. Clearly he was going to charge a fee for getting the sleepy lion through the task. Azul despised any physical activity not required to run the lounge and snapped Jade up before anyone could take advantage of his hobby for the assignment. Ace and Deuce decided to work together and you were steadily running out of options.

"Hey," Jack's ears flattened as you whipped around in startle. He rubbed the back of his neck apologetically. "Want to do this? I bet we can beat the other teams!" his tail wagged, excited at the thought of competing. Hell, he could probably turn into a wolf and run you through the trail!

Vargas didn't say he couldn't, after all! All he'd need to do is follow his scent!

"Sure!" you bumped his fist, lining up with the others. Vargas called start and you were surprised Jack didn't break into a sprint. Not even a jog! You glanced at him skeptically and he just grinned, a mix of boyish cheek and wolfish confidence.

"Always let your competition tire themselves out." he walked ahead just enough to look for fallen logs and issues, keeping you in his peripheral. You followed dutifully behind, plucking the occasional safe mushroom and wild green as you went. Ruggie had clearly decimated the native dandelions but they weren't totally gone.

Jack had half a mind to call you back, give you a little lecture, until he realized you'd strayed to pick some apples off a tree. He didn't miss the way you'd turned your shirt into a little apron to hold food. It pained him to see because he knew what that meant--beastmen could smell malnourished things, after all--but he didn't know what to do.

Not knowing what to do made him angry and he felt powerless.

"Keep up!" you started to jog past him, shirt full of food clenched tightly in your fist so you didn't lose anything. In what felt like no time at all--probably thirty minutes--you made it to the finish line. An array of dyed antler pieces were laid out across a freshly cut stump, one for each team.

You were third to reach the stump. Jack grabbed a random piece, clenching it tightly in his fist. He growled, gnashing his teeth before relaxing his grip. "Poked yourself, didn't you?" you teased.

"Just come on!" he turned around swiftly, the back of his neck red.

You returned to Vargas, the man immediately clocking your shirt full of food. "You know only have to bring the antler, right?" he joked, laugh loud and bright.

"It's not for you." you mumbled, trying not to sound annoyed.

Well THAT was sobering!

He brushed off your response, pretending to look down the trail for others as he glanced at your ribs. Ashton assumed you were just runty because you came from another world but now he had his doubts. You'd been foraging for some time if you were comfortable enough to come out of the woods with that much in your shirt. Vargas dismissed Jack with a congratulations, the beastman sparing you a glance before he was shooed away.

"What's in there?"

"Are you going to take it?" you eyed Vargas suspiciously, looking like you'd much rather bite his hand off before showing him anything.

"I just want to make sure it's safe to eat," he soothed. You slowly opened your shirt fold. He saw wild berries, greens, apples, and mushrooms. "How's, um...well, how are things at Ramshackle? What's the nutrition situation?" Ashton didn't always have tact and was more an 'actions speak louder than words' person.

"Thin," you pursed your lips. "Sam's normal delivery got delayed and I don't have grocery store money. Have you SEEN the prices? The coupons aren't good this month."

"So you're not eating regularly?"

"You're not hungry if you're sleeping."

OH HELL NO! As a champion of exercise and nutrition, Vargas couldn't unhear this and he CERTAINLY wouldn't stand for it! "Crowley doesn't help you?!"

"He gave me a key to Ramshackle. He said food and clothes were my responsibility. Why do you think I'm always going through the lost and found?"

Vargas clenched the clipboard so hard it snapped. He sighed angrily, trying to save the paper with the teams on it. "I could use some help meal prepping when we're done here. If you're free." he refused to meet your gaze, watching for glowing trees in case he needed to go in and find a team.

"I can find time." you said quietly, sitting on the ground beside him.

"Good."

When you weren't physically helping him cook, you'd find baskets of random food outside Ramshackle. You'd become his 'recipe tester'. He needed an 'unbiased palate', he said. Vargas taught you how to tweak the food you already made to be higher in protein or richer in vitamins. He may be a bit loud and energetic for you but he had good intentions.

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It had been a week since the teachers learned of your delicate situation and they were holding their first unofficial bitch session off campus. They complimented your ability to survive on such a small budget, shared the disbelief that they hadn't seen the signs earlier, and were currently discussing ways to make Crowley suffer and still keep their jobs.

"The animal attack was marvelous," Crewel toasted Trein. "I'm only sorry my pups couldn't participate."

"Oh, I thought about it. Trust," Trein took a bite of steak and pointed his fork at Crewel. "Lucius wouldn't be happy with me if I did."

"The shadows are having fun terrorizing him!" Sam laughed, popping a mozzarella bite in his mouth. "They're making sure he gets just enough sleep and not a second more!"

"And what did you do, Divus? Tell him he was a bad dog?" Ashton jabbed good-naturedly.

Crewel snorted into his drink, tempted to flick a green bean at the oaf. "I threatened to pluck him and sew his mouth shut, actually."

"Brave!" Ashton conceded.

"Not really," Divus lamented. "He just laughed and said that was absurd because he didn't really have feathers."

There was a collective mmm of disappointment. If Crowley wasn't smart enough to feel threatened, Crewel couldn't be punished for it. A small silver lining.

"And you, you lout? What did you do?" Divus spared a glance at Ashton, nose wrinkling as he practically inhaled a sunny side up egg. WHO ORDERED BREAKFAST FOR LUNCH?! No class!

"I took all the furniture out of his office and hid it around the school. I didn't touch the portraits of the Great Seven, of course." he said casually, scoffing as a bit of potato fell off his fork. "Wanted him to know what it was like not to have much."

"Next order of business," Trein wiped his lips before turning to the mashed potatoes. "Food."

Sam told them about how you helped with inventory and took the 'eyesores' home when he couldn't pay as much as he wanted to. Vargas kept you flush with nutritious snacks. Trein gave you a few thaumarks here and there when you could be an assistant.

"Clothes?" Trein continued.

Crewel filled them in about how you'd become his living mannequin, the man a fashion genius as much as he was an animal lover. He'd convinced a few of his friends to use you in print ads but they could only write Divus a check for now because you didn't have a bank account.

A silence fell over the table as they realized you technically didn't exist. You had no paperwork! No address! No family.

"We can fix that! We can adopt them!" Sam offered.

"Not you, though. You're too young." Crewel waved at him.

"Aren't you only, like, eight years older than me?" Sam glared at Crewel.

"Too. Young." Crewel reiterated, returning the glare. Vargas and Trein chuckled.

"Well perhaps you're too old!" Sam sniffed at Trein. "Respectfully. They need to be seen into adulthood at least."

Trein scoffed, absolutely scandalized.

"I am youthful enough to keep up with them! I'm in my prime!" Vargas flexed.

"The poor child," Crewel shook his head. "I can't imagine such a regimented and obsessive life. Seems cruel, really."

"Too much protein is bad for the kidneys, I've heard about it." Sam swirled his drink, refusing to meet Vargas' gaze.

"You think you're better?" Vargas challenged Crewel. "You've introduced them into an image-obsessed world more likely to give them a complex than stability!" he huffed.

"Only if you don't pay attention," Crewel wouldn't gloss over the issues. "Between Vil and I, we could protect them."

"Gentleman, gentleman," Trein tried to shush them after a waitress gave him a lethal side eye.

"Gentlemen indeed," a new voice drifted over the table, shoes clicking softly against the carpeted floor. They looked up to see Malleus smiling down at them. "If you cannot decide amongst you, there are other ways." he pretended to search his manicured nails for dirt.

"Like?" Crewel humored.

"Marriage, for one. Some of us do have more sway than a few teachers. No offense, of course." Malleus smiled, hiding his hands behind is back.

"How do you even know what we're talking about?" Crewel looked at Malleus with narrowed eyes, suspicion evident.

Malleus tossed his hair over his shoulder absently. "Good hearing." he mused. Lilia waved from a distant table.

"You're a bit young for that, don't you think?" Trein said gingerly.

"Only in appearances, but I'm an option nonetheless. As is Al-Asim, Kingscholar, and Shroud if rumors are to be believed."

"We'll get back to you." Vargas didn't look thrilled but he wouldn't dismiss the idea entirely. Not in front of Malleus, anyways.

"Perfect. I'll see you next time. Excuse me, would you?" Malleus walked back to his table.

"Now," Trein looked around the table, "who can come up with the best lie? We have to find a reason to bring them back some food so they don't give that look." the four conveniently ignored the burst of laughter at a table behind them.

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You know that funny meme "nine months in my womb making me suffer, and he looks like his stupid/silly mom!"

Imagine malleus x reader when their kid looks like reader, after malleus has been constantly worrying and caring for his egg along with reader helping a little

Anyways, Id love your opinion but no need to answer if you don't want to! Have a good day/night!

Hi! Happy to answer this. I've got two asks (yours being one) and several ideas floating around at the moment. I'm too drowsy for the ideas so this is perfect to put out. Have a little blurb~

Fem reader-coded because the meme says 'and he looks like his mom'. Tagged as such.

You promised to marry Malleus on one condition: you wanted to be at least half-fae so you had more time with him. He returned the sentiment and requested it from his grandmother, Queen Maleficia, as a wedding gift. It seemed awfully cruel to stay a human when you'd age in a blink compared to him. Even crueler to have a child who wouldn't understand why one parent would pass away so 'quickly'.

Because your body was gradually adjusting to magic, to being half-fae (maybe three-quarters; no one knew exactly), Malleus took over the egg-rearing. You were allowed to hold your child, to provide the egg warmth and tenderness, but only Malleus could incubate it with magic. Simply because his magic was older, stronger, and more consistent. Magic sparked between your fingertips sometimes and you could feel it in your veins if you concentrated hard enough but it was just too new to channel as egg development demanded.

Every time you saw your husband, Future King of Briar Valley, he had a little egg sling on and you fell impossibly more in love. He'd catch your loving gaze, smirk, and tell you to control yourself lest you make another hatchling. You absently followed each other around the castle, fae brains fueled by the instinct to be near the egg. It actually worked out in his favor because Malleus underestimated the challenge of constantly having something strapped to his chest as he went about daily activities.

Bending down? Forget it!

Someone has to help him with his shoes because he can't see past the egg.

You took over doing his morning makeup because he kept bumping the egg against the vanity. It was funny to hear him whisper a sleepy apology and crane his neck down to kiss the shell, only to then wince at the stretch.

Eating was another issue entirely because even though he could balance his plate on the egg, he refused. It was awkward to not eat with the plate closer, as he'd done for hundreds of years, and it felt like he was learning how to use silverware all over again! Malleus considered just levitating his food or charming the fork to feed himself but his grandmother dismissed it, insisting that he needed to put that magic into the egg. You volunteered to feed your husband and he obliged, eyes twinkling with pure joy and adoration.

The only time you saw the egg in a shimmering green magic bubble was when Malleus was using the bathroom or in the tub itself. Although Queen Maleficia swore a bath wouldn't hurt the egg--the heat would be good for a growing Draconia!--Malleus was too nervous at the thought of his offspring loosely bobbing around whilst he bathed.

What if the water overflowed and his child tumbled out? The water could create a current as the tub filled and send the egg ping-ponging around the inside!

Sometimes you sat in the bath with him, egg cradled to your chest, and the sight made all the magic he was putting into this worth it.

He could definitely do this again. The idea of you being able to magically nurture future hatchlings made him hot in a way that had nothing to do with the bath.

You'd wash each other, tracing and snuggling, and he took full advantage of the back rub it turned into. Carrying the youngling was hard! Day by day the egg grew heavier. You'd help him get dressed and braid his hair before he retired to a special nesting chair that would allow him to sleep and insulate the egg at the same time.

He was halfway through breakfast one morning, dreading the day of meetings to come, when the egg began to crack. Everything and everyone in the room stopped. A few heartbeats passed before he felt the whoosh! of people running to flank him, watching with baited breath. The scent of his grandmother's perfume surrounded him as a scaly, wet head breached the shell.

As expected, his child's eyes didn't open right away. They wouldn't until the protective coating on their scales had dried. He removed the egg delicately, like he was performing a surgery, allowing his child to blindly root and sniff. The little one gummed his shell, absorbing the magic, calcium, and keratin.

"Smells like a boy," his grandmother whispered. "Congratulations," she kissed his head. Malleus hummed, wrapping his arms loosely around his son as he tapped the hollow shell and redirected his attention. It was in the youngling's best interest to eat the whole shell. He quit trying to climb his father, turning back to the egg and almost falling in it as he started to eat again.

By the time he'd finished the shell, his scales had dried. You held him in your arms, mindful of his tender little belly. He was content to plop against your chest, a squeaky, crackly purr shaking his body. His tiny tail tried to wag but he didn't have the strength or control just yet; every now and then it bounced.

People took their turns holding him until Malleus plucked him from Lilia and cradled him close. It was weird not to feel a weight on his chest, honestly. Malleus took your hand and walked you to the nesting chair, tail wagging as he wrapped you in a blanket and tucked your son against your chest.

"It's time he had his mother," Malleus grinned at you, fluffing the built-in pillow and lowering it to cradle your head.

"He's had a really busy first day," you agreed.

He took noon tea by the nesting chair that day, sitting at a small table overflowing with h'ourdouvres. It was silly to see five people crowded around said table but Malleus had the perfect view of his glowing wife and newborn child and refused to take his eyes off it.

"I think I see mottling on his scales," Lilia sipped the tea. "Don't you, Maleficia?"

"What is mottling?" Silver asked after swallowing a bit of sandwich.

"The child may not have Malleus' hair," Maleficia explained. "Or it won't be completely black, at the very least."

"Does the color of a dragon's scales always match their human form's hair?" Sebek's eyebrows narrowed thoughtfully. He'd only ever seen one dragon fae and for Malleus that was definitely true.

"Usually," Maleficia nodded.

"He'll definitely have his mother's eyes. I've seen them already!" Malleus laughed, chasing around a bit of meat.

"Funny, isn't it? Since you were the main caregiver and all." Lilia teased.

"Indeed!" Malleus motioned for more meat to be put on his plate. He was a man starved after nurturing his little one for so long! "All that work, making me suffer, and he looks like his silly mother!" the dragon fae hmphed! "But that's quite alright. She's my greatest joy, and he will be too."

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Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

Current as of 11.07.2025

Singlets and Blurbs

Octavinelle with a Southern Reader (Floyd, Jade, Azul)

Random Moments with Malleus (Malleus x Reader)

Enchanting a Fae (Malleus x Reader)

Being Clever with the Fae (Malleus, Lilia, Sebek)

How You Spend the Night Together (Riddle, Leona)

How You Spend the Night Together (Azul, Kalim, Vil)

His Favorite Part of You (Leona, Jack, Lilia, Rook, Silver, Vil, Deuce)

His Favorite Part of You [2] (Jade, Kalim, Azul, Sebek, Idia)

Floyd Realizing He Likes You/Is Falling in Love with You

The 'Kalim's Family Tradition]/Fortune Teller Blurb

Food and Friends (Ace, Deuce, Azul, Jade, Floyd, Cater)

The Blind Malleus/Shedding Blurb

Lilia Getting Cockblocked by His Kids

I Confess! (The Potion Made Me) [Malleus, Trey, Leona]

Random Idia Headcanons (SFW + NSFW)

The Herbivore and The Lion (Leona x Reader)

Series

We Had a Baby! (For a Grade?) - PT 1: Malleus

2. In Your Defense - PT 1: Heartslabyul and Savanaclaw - PT 2: Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomfiore - PT 3: Ignihyde - PT 4: Diasomnia 3. Getting Kidnapped was Not on the List! - PT 1: Lilia - PT 2: Malleus 4. I'm Not a Zigvolt but I Bite - PT 1 - PT 2 5. Hey, Kid! - PT 1: Silver 6. That Wasn't a Kiss! I Just Fell On Your Face! - PT 1: Malleus - PT 2: Idia 7. The Secret Weapon (AKA: The Therapy Series)

-PT 1: Riddle and Leona -PT 2: Kalim and Azul

Randoms and Asks

The Fancy Dress/Wedding Dress Reference Post (All main characters except Ortho + Staff)

Thoughts on the Anime So Far

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The Secret Weapon [Housewardens x Reader] - PT. 1

You may not realize it but the students at NRC know you're the secret weapon against their Housewarden when they get in trouble or need something done. Their Housewarden has a crush on you.

ft. Riddle and Leona (warning for mentions of depression/death in Leona's part)

There's an endless number of things that make Riddle mad despite all the techniques he's been researching and implementing. It comes with being the Queen of the strictest dorm, he supposes. Really he wouldn't be mad if people would just listen but apparently that's hard! Cater and Crewel were doing well to soften his edges, Trey sweetening the deal with cooking one random thing Riddle's mom never let him have as a child if he could go ten days without popping a vein.

Riddle thought he'd come a long way, honestly. Professor Trein really put it into perspective when he told the boy that the he could build a reputation on something other than anger. He wouldn't want to be known for that, right? Riddle was far more than his rage and it would be an insult to all his other talents to lose to it.

That wasn't to say he could never be angry again. There were absolutely reasonable things to be angry over. Like the scene in the kitchen right now.

Preparations for an Unbirthday Party were in full swing and Trey had the kitchen running like a well-oiled machine. He had dedicated helpers, people monitoring the ovens, people plating, and little runners to arrange the spread. Everyone knew he made extras and finger foods to tide people over before the event. Heartslabyul members tucked away in the nooks and crannies like clever mice as they gorged, enjoying a brief respite before darting off again.

He fully expected Ace or Deuce to be the culprit this time but they had learned. Riddle could only assume the young student didn't know but that didn't stop his blood from boiling. Those were HIS strawberry cheesecake cookies in those greedy little hands, HIS!

ON HIS SPECIAL PLATE AND EVERYTHING!

His throat burned with rage as he teeth ground together. Riddle could feel the vein pulsing in his head as he began to seethe, forgetting to breathe out his nose. Students slipped out of the kitchen, some slow and some quick, but his vision was starting to get hazy with fury and he couldn't keep track.

He doesn't know if the yell finally breaks free, or if Off With Your Head actually hits a target but he does feel someone's hand on his shoulder.

There's no blubbering, no high-pitched pleading, no force or violence.

It's far gentler than he deserves but that gentleness quiets the fierce beat in his ears. The world seems to come back together, the broken pieces wrapped in a fragrance that only you wear. His eyes focus and Riddle feels the guilt drag him down like a stone.

He was so close! What a stupid thing to get mad over! He really was no better than his mother, was he? So quick to jump at others and punish them with no regard...

"Breathe with me," Riddle doesn't dare meet your eyes, focusing instead on the hand resting warmly against his chest, fingers tapping patiently. He knows when to breathe in, breathe out, and hold. You do it with him and he swears you blow away all his anger when you blow out.

You cup his chin, forcing Riddle to meet your gaze. The angry pinch in his brow melts to a tired disappointment. His face flushes with shame, eyes dotting with tears. "It's okay to have these moments. You have to work through them to heal. You just can't live in them."

"I'm sorry," Riddle slumps against you, unable to lift his arms. You let his head rest on your shoulder, wrapping your arms around him.

"You didn't hurt anyone and didn't break anything so there's not much to be sorry about," he feels you shrug. "But you might've scared some people so maybe apologize for that. What was it Trein said? 'Turn your anger into action, seething into saying'? Go explain yourself."

It sounds simple when you say it. Trein's 'seething into saying' was especially potent because it made him realize all the times his mother failed to hear any reasoning but her own. He never had a chance to say anything out loud so it continued to fester on the inside.

"Now," you steal a handkerchief from his pocket, holding his face in your hands as you dab at his eyes, "compose yourself. We have an Unbirthday Party to get to."

"Right you are, my rose. Right you are," Riddle looks up as you tend to his lower lash line and the corners. "It shall be a very merry Unbirthday."

You pass Ace and Deuce in the hallway and Riddle doesn't miss the thumbs up you give them even though you're trying to be discrete.

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Leona may have the biggest room in Savanaclaw but that doesn't stop him from hearing Jack stretching for his morning jog at four AM. Ruggie's not far behind him; he can hear the hyena beastman cramming school supplies in his bag and taking pictures of his 'side jobs and errands' master schedule. He reaches blindly for his phone, rolling over as his finger finds the button. The light scorches his eyes and he growls low in his throat, tail swishing angrily beneath the twisted sheets.

Of course his phone is pointed at his face! why wouldn't it be, right? He's always being kicked when he's down. Leona scoffs, face relaxing from a snarl as his spotty vision settles. He has about an hour and a half before Ruggie slinks in to pester him for the day.

At least it's a good-natured pestering, unlike the attendants back home. Leona knows he has some internal shit to work out but it runs so deep that he can't scoop it all out. He feels full of holes and doesn't know which one to patch first. Ultimately he bleeds out, resigning himself to a day of nothing because it's easier to sleep and forget everything.

Maybe he'll have energy tomorrow.

Maybe the Great Sevens will grant him mercy and he just won't wake up. A genuine smile twists his lips as he thinks of haunting the palace like the ghosts of Ramshackle. Oh to scare the fur straight off of Farena!

Does that make him a bad person? He's not awake enough to dissect that, honestly. Leona lapses into a blissfully dreamless sleep until his first alarm goes off. The Housewarden musters his energy and looks at his phone again, silencing the alarm and flicking open his class schedule.

Alchemy, huh? It's better than History of Magic so maybe he'll go. The scent of potion ingredients always turn his stomach but nothing nauseates him more than Crewel. Leona doesn't mind the no-nonsense demeanor and gets a kick out of how the freshies squirm under his steely gaze but he hates the look Crewel gives him.

Crewel looks at him like he believes in him and Leona doesn't know what to do.

Leona knows he's defensive and skittish and lashes out when he's uncomfortable but Crewel doesn't seem to care. It leaves Leona confused because he hasn't left yet. Crewel gets under his skin because he knows Leona doesn't listen, tapping into Leona's bottomless desire to be petty.

It usually works and Leona hates it.

He stares at the ceiling after shooing Ruggie away for the third time, more awake than he wants to be. Leona knows he has to get up, get dressed, eat something, and get ready for class. It just...takes so much.

Jack tags in and walks up to his bed, fluffy ears swiveling and tail so puffy it puts Lucius' to shame. His tail shakes nervously and Leona's sleepy green eyes drift up to the way he rubs his neck awkwardly. "It's time to get up," Jack doesn't look him in the eye.

Leona's tempted to ask Jack to pull him off the bed. That's half the battle. He's too prideful to lay in the floor practically naked; it'll motivate him to change clothes. If he's changed clothes, he's up. If he's up, it's only thirty steps to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Between the water and the mint, his stomach will demand food and the kitchen is right by the front door of the dorm.

If he can make it to the front door, he can make it to the mirror chamber. The mirror chamber is on campus so there's no reason to skip class if he gets that far.

"A lot of us look up to you, you know," Jack turns his back on him. Leona knows it's a hard thing for Jack to do, being a beastman and all. "Be the person we know you can be."

"Easier said than done." Leona grumps, finally pulling himself up from the sheets. He hunches over, already tired at the thought of getting dressed.

"But not impossible," you lean against the doorway and Jack's ears press flat as he darts out of the room. "Tap out," you whisper softly, bumping Jack's shoulder as he passes. The wolf beastman gives you a nod as you close the door behind you.

"Who called you?" Leona flashes his fangs in irritation as he moves strategically with his covers to reach the pair of pants waiting nearby. He's told you more than once he sleeps basically naked but you don't seem to care.

"Does it matter? I'm here." you shrug, staring at him with a look he can't read. It's not pity and it's not aggravation so that's nice. "You want help? The hardest part is getting started."

Very wise. Wiser than a herbivore has any right to be.

Leona concedes with a wiggle of his eyebrow, standing up after he's sure his legs are in the pants. He shrugs into them, groggily doing the zipper. His hands linger on the button as he realizes your words come from a life in a world no one else will get to know.

One you may never see again.

All of a sudden he doesn't feel like one of the oldest students. You're younger than him but you've basically lived two lifetimes.

Maybe you have better words for what he's feeling. Maybe they've found a way to fix it in your world and you can teach him.

He buttons the pants and you hold up the brown top. Leona doesn't know why he leans towards you in this moment. Something in you seemed to hold your arms out to him and a piece of him just wanted to be held. If you ask him, he'll say it's less of a hassle

You untangle his necklaces and lay them flat. Something wounded and happy wells up at the feel of your hands on his chest.

If you can do it, he can too. He doesn't know how you do it, but if you can find a way to exist at the end of the day, he can too.

He can exist for you. To thank you.

Is that weird? Maybe.

Leona shrugs into the black sleeveless jacket and cracks his neck, sighing.

"Not so bad, right? The hardest part of the day is already behind you."

You're not wrong but he's not going to tell you that. Leona separates long enough to brush his teeth and walks you to the front door of the dorm.

"How do you always know what to do?" he asks, looking ahead as you walk to the portal connecting to the mirror chamber.

"I don't. But I can see the signs. Depression was pretty common where I came from. You learn things."

"Do you...struggle with it to?" Leona fiddles with a gold clasp in his hair, acting like it got caught in his jewelry as your feet touch ground in the mirror chamber.

"Always."

You say it so honestly that it shocks him. For a moment it makes him jealous. Overall, he's impressed. That takes unimaginable strength. Strength he, the captain of the Spelldrive team, is not capable of.

"How do you beat it?" Leona asks softly, a hint of defeat and exhaustion in his voice.

"I don't beat it," you shake your head. "I chase it off. Sometimes it's for a day, sometimes it's gone a lot longer. Every now and then it sneaks up and gets the jump on me, the little bastard."

He laughs despite himself and doesn't bother to look ashamed.

"I just want more for myself. I don't want to admit it took me down. I want to be able to turn around and stare it in the eyes one day and say I won."

Leona doesn't know how to respond. He also wants to say he conquered his demons and became more than what people expected (or didn't). Once upon a time that win was the crown but now he's not so sure what victory looks like.

You stop in front of Alchemy and gesture to the door. His eyes widen a little. "Go win." you point to the door, sparing him no more time or attention as you went to your class.

Now he knows why Jack and Ruggie called on you. You'll guard him when he's wounded but won't baby him. You understand what he's too scared to put a name to. He is danger incarnate to a herbivore like you and you laugh in his face.

Silly thing. Important thing, but silly thing.

You're silly and he's stupid. A stupid lion with a stupid crush.

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do you have any headcanons about how the story events with malleus and prefect in it would go if they were together, a bit like in your latest drabble or further? 🫣

This is an interesting idea but I need a little more context. At what point would they have gotten together? Just before Book 7? Earlier than Book 7? Would they have gotten together in one of the Event stories? If you're able to follow up with a little more detail/guidance I could sit and get some ideas going. Oh! And what stage of 'together' would they be? Just dating? Dating a while? The rest of the school agrees that you're unofficially married?

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I LOVE YOU I WANT TO TELL YOU THAT I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUR WORK SERIOUSLY I LOVE YOUR WORK 😭😭😭🙏 YOUR WRITING AND WAY OF NARRATING I LOVE IT SERIOUSLY IT'S LIKE IT'S INEXPLICABLE BUT I LOVE IT ALSO YOUR IDEAS AND YOUR IDIA FANFICS, THANK YOU FOR FEEDING ME, FEEDING MY DELUSIONS ABOUT IDIA 🙏🙏🙏🙏 I love how you write, do you plan to write more about Idia? I loved your headcanons, I love that everything sounds like something Idia would do (in my delulu mind) you’re the best 😭🙏 my question is where have you been all this time?! literally since you posted the fanfic about falling onto Idia’s face I read it every night while I listen to “Use Your Heart” on loop and scream internally like a schoolgirl. LITERALLY the first time I read it I had to read slowly and pause to scream internally 😭😭 AAAAA

Hi! Thank you so much! This makes me happy :) I'm glad you like all the Idia stuff because he's one of my faves! I'd say top five at least. I feel like he deserves to be fleshed out more and is very much an underdog in the game. In a way, I think he'd be someone the reader could relate to and make them feel a little less homesick (even if he is chronically online. Saying stuff like 'IRL' and 'GG' is more familiar than shooting spells and Overblots).

As for where I'm at, I've just been moseying around. I'm like a goblin that hides in their little cave (room), bundled in a blanket, only going out to drop a fic and then I retreat to work, slumber, eat, play with my cat, and wait for another idea to hit me in the face. I wouldn't mind writing more Idia since I do have anxious tendencies myself and write him more accurately than others. I just never have any ideas for anything :/ What is the song from? Anyways, glad you like it~

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Thoughts on the Anime So Far

I'm going to make it known that I haven't been reading the manga so this is my first exposure~ I do plan to read the manga at some point. Just need a reputable site to do so.

Crowley's VA actually isn't that bad! I thought he would have an annoying voice but he doesn't.

Kalim's VA is a little higher-pitched than I imagined but I can tell he'll do the fun-loving, high-energy spirit justice. Bless the little butt fire victim. Lol.

I'm going to have to get used to Floyd but he seems to have a good vocal range and the ability to throw his voice like crazy for those classic 'unhinged Floyd' moments.

Jade is on point

Azul has a smoother voice than I imagined. It'll fit him in the long run but I feel like he should have some whinier moments because, at his core, he's an insecure guy that builds his walls with contracts and blackmail

LILIA'S VOICE OMG! SO DEEP! WHAT THE HECK?! I KNOW HE'S A DAD BUT NOW HE'S DADDY, TOO?! YOU CANNOT BE 'Oh, I aim to be youthful and cute!' WHEN YOU SOUND LIKE THAT! I'm a casual Lilia person but maybe not anymore >_>

As of now, I like Silver and Sebek's choice. I look forward to seeing more interactions from them to get a better feel. The way Silver said he was trying--'I'M TRYING!'--to keep an eye on Lilia makes me think that the roles are reversed now and Silver's just trying to keep his dad in check. Lol

"It's DEUCE, NOT JUICE!" <- they're going to do the ADeuce duo justice. The VAs seem like they'd fight like real siblings. Lol

I loved Epel's little twang. Warms my heart as a southerner.

Vil's voice surprised me because it has this unassuming gentleness to it. I figured he'd be more direct but for now he's casual and polite.

Jack's EN VA is going to be reeeeaaalllly hard for me to get used to. That deep voice fits the frame/build but it just sounds a little weird compared to the JPN VA from the game.

Didn't expect Riddle to be British/English but he's from the Queendom of Roses so maybe that's the idea for on-screen interpretation. Overall not bad and definitely accentuates his role for being the "Queen" of Heartslabyul.

They have Grim's attitude right but the voice will take some getting used to. Not bad, just not used to it.

Rook needs a smidge more passion but is otherwise nice.

Leona seems okay. His EN VA seems deeper than his JPN VA?

Ruggie's laugh was on point. He sounds cute but sly so I feel that fits his character well.

The little animated bit at the end with Crowley and the others IS SO CUTE! I liked that we got to hear what Malleus sounded like at the end!