I hope that the entertainment in which I bring is worthwhile. (putting this here too so people actually see it: reqs are closed!) banner by @twilightfalling ❤️❤️❤️
azul had insisted he was only showing you his merform because it was practical. efficient. more comfortable than trying to squeeze himself into a bathtub designed for humans. that was his story, and he was sticking to it. unfortunately for him, the moment he settled into the warm water and his tentacles drifted lazily beneath the surface, you immediately began admiring them. not in a teasing way, either. you pointed out how the colors shimmered when the light hit them, how elegant they looked when they moved, and how pretty his (scales??) were around the edges. every compliment seemed to make him short-circuit a little more. he tried brushing them off with a scoff and a nervous adjustment of his glasses that he still had on for some reason, but the longer you continued, the quieter he became. he wasn't used to people looking at his merform and seeing something beautiful. growing up, it had always been the opposite. yet here you were, tracing a finger through the water beside one of his tentacles and smiling as though you couldn't imagine why anyone would think there was something wrong with him.
eventually, the silence became suspicious. when you looked over, azul had turned his face away, shoulders trembling slightly. the realization hit you all at once. before you could say anything, he let out a shaky laugh that sounded far too close to a sob. years of insecurities, years of feeling inadequate, years of believing he needed to become someone else to be worthy of affection—all of it seemed to crash into him at once. the next thing he knew, you'd wrapped your arms around him, and azul practically folded into the embrace. he buried his face against your shoulder while his tentacles curled around your waist and legs instinctively, seeking comfort he rarely allowed himself to accept. "honestly," he muttered weakly, voice cracking despite his best efforts, "you're absurd, my pearl." yet he didn't pull away. if anything, he held on tighter. because for once, someone had looked at every part of him—the parts he loved and the parts he hated—and decided he was worthy of affection anyway. and if a few tears happened to escape because of that, well... perhaps nobody needed to mention it.
A/N: epel my apple till I pel SORRY ITS BEEN TAKING SO LONG TO RELEASE THESE OUHGHHH diasomnia is almost done, which also means it'll only be a bit (give or take a week, bc I have some other fic drafts I wish to finish aswell) till I reopen reqs!!! Hoorayyyy!!! I'll be posting Rook and Vil soon after this... Hopefully.... HAHAH YAY!
epel falls in love with you in the most frustrating way possible: completely against his will. at first, he doesn't even realize what's happening. honestly, he's too busy trying to prove himself to everyone around him. between vil constantly correcting him, rook constantly observing him, and the entirety of NRC seemingly deciding he's some cute harmless country boy, epel has enough problems already. the last thing he needs is a crush complicating things further. so naturally, the universe gives him one anyway.
it starts small. annoyingly small. he notices he enjoys talking to you more than most people. you don't treat him like he's fragile. you don't laugh when his accent slips out accidentally. you listen when he talks about his hometown instead of immediately dismissing it as boring. compared to some of the people around him, that alone is enough to make you stand out. still, epel tells himself it's nothing. you're just a friend. a friend whose opinion somehow matters way too much. a friend whose compliments stay in his head for days afterward. a friend he starts looking for automatically whenever he enters a room. totally normal. completely harmless.
except eventually, even epel realizes he's lying to himself. one day he catches you laughing with another student and suddenly feels irrationally annoyed about it. not at you. not even really at the other student. just annoyed. and he has absolutely no idea why until he finally lets himself think about it for more than five seconds. the answer is embarrassingly obvious. he likes you. a lot. and that's terrible news. epel has never been particularly good at handling emotions quietly. the more he likes someone, the more obvious it becomes. suddenly he's showing off whenever you are nearby, volunteering for things if he thinks it will impress you, and finding excuses to walk you back to ramshackle after classes. he acts completely normal about it, obviously. if by "normal" someone means turning bright red whenever you compliment him. one simple "your magic was really cool today" is enough to have him malfunctioning for the next ten minutes.
the worst part is that he keeps comparing himself to other people without meaning to. he knows he shouldn't. he knows it's unfair. but insecurity has a nasty habit of creeping in whenever his feelings get involved. what if you would rather have someone else? someone smoother. someone stronger. someone who actually acts cool all the time. someone better, like vil. that thought alone ruins entire afternoons for him. beneath all the stubbornness and pride, epel still carries years of frustration about never being taken seriously. people see his appearance first. his size. his face. they make assumptions before he even opens his mouth. and now that he likes you, those old insecurities suddenly feel ten times heavier.
what if you see him the same way? what if you only think he's cute and don't see who he really is? the thought genuinely bothers him more than he wants to admit. especially because he wants you to see all the parts of him nobody else seems to notice. the hardworking side. the stubborn side. the side that wants so desperately to become someone strong enough to stand on his own without needing constant protection. he wants you to see him. really see him. maybe that's when he realizes how serious his feelings have become, because this is no longer just a crush. it's hope.
the realization fully hits him one afternoon while the two of you are helping harvest ingredients in the botanical garden. epel's rambling about harveston, hands moving animatedly while he talks about apple orchards and festivals and all the things he misses from home. honestly, he's not even paying attention to himself anymore. then he notices the way you are looking at him. softly. fondly. completely focused on every word. suddenly his brain short-circuits. because that look isn't pity. it isn'tvamusement. it isn't the usual patronizing affection people often direct toward him. you're listening because you genuinely care. because you want to hear him. for a moment, he forgets what he was saying entirely. you blink at him and ask why he stopped talking, and all he can do is stare.
somewhere inside his chest, everything clicks together painfully. every jealous thought. every stupid attempt to impress you. every moment your smile lingered in his mind longer than it should have. he's completely, hopelessly gone. which is honestly unfair, because now every time you smile at him afterward, his heart feels like it's trying to launch itself directly out of his chest. and the worst part? he wouldn't change a thing.
I’m. I’m. I’m. I’m. I’m. I don’t even know what I’m doing but I’m freaking out
ROOK HUNT MY LOVE MY LIGHT MY DEAR OH GOD YOU BEAUTIFUL MAN YE WHO SEES BEAUTY IN ALL BUT YOURSELF I WOULD BE HONORED IF YOUR GAZE LINGERED ON ME LONGER THAN IT DID ANY OTHER BEAUTIFUL THING
ROOKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
despair. Hey. I don’t even know what to give you gang oh my gyatt Rook is so lovely I love him. DESPAIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
A/N: finally done.... Yay... (Fellow Honest and Rollo in my drafts): no the fuck you aren't
malleus falls in love with you long before he intends to. in fact, if anyone had asked him beforehand what kind of person would capture his heart, he likely would not have had an answer. romance isn't something he spends much time considering. his life has always been filled with duties, expectations, lessons, responsibilities, and obligations that stretch far beyond what most people his age could even imagine. as the future ruler of briar valley, malleus has spent most of his life being viewed as something larger than a person. a prince, a prodigy, a future king, a force of nature.
very few people ever approach him without fear, and even fewer treat him normally. then you arrive and accidentally change everything. it begins with something deceptively simple: you talk to him. not because you want something. not because you are trying to gain favor. not because you feel obligated. you simply enjoy his company. (also because he was standing outside your dorm at a questionable hour.) at first, malleus finds this refreshing. then he finds it comforting. then, before he realizes what is happening, he begins looking forward to every interaction. he starts seeking you out during school events. he remembers every conversation the two of you have ever shared. tiny details about you settle effortlessly into his memory: the foods you enjoy, the expressions you make when you're annoyed, and the way your eyes light up whenever you become excited about something. gradually, without either of you noticing, you become one of his favorite parts of every day.
the realization that he loves you doesn't arrive dramatically. there's no lightning strike. no sudden revelation. instead, it sneaks up on him during one of your nightly conversations. you're talking about something completely ordinary. grim had done something ridiculous earlier, and you're recounting the story while laughing. he listens quietly, watching the way your face brightens as you speak. then, for a brief moment, a thought crosses his mind. he wants this forever. the realization is so natural that it takes several seconds for the weight of it to sink in. forever. he wants to keep hearing your stories. he wants to keep walking beside you. he wants to keep seeing that smile. the thought should probably alarm him. instead, it settles into his chest with surprising ease. loving you feels less like falling and more like coming home.
the problem begins afterward. because once malleus allows himself to imagine a future with you, he cannot stop thinking about all the ways it could go wrong. not because he doubts you. because he doubts himself. most people assume malleus is impossibly confident. powerful. untouchable. the reality is far more complicated. malleus knows exactly what he is. he knows people fear him. he knows they whisper about him when they think he cannot hear. he knows many students still hesitate before approaching him. some avoid him entirely. others place him on a pedestal so high that genuine friendship becomes impossible. he has spent most of his life feeling isolated from the people around him.
then you came along and somehow crossed every barrier without even realizing it. you treated him like a person before you treated him like a prince. you spoke to him before you spoke to his title. you saw him before you saw the future king of briar valley. and now he is terrified of losing that. because for perhaps the first time in his life, malleus has something precious enough to fear. the more he loves you, the more questions begin haunting him. could you truly be happy standing beside someone like him? could you endure the responsibilities attached to his future? would you still smile at him so easily if you fully understood what his life entails? what happens when he eventually becomes king? what happens when duty begins demanding more and more of his time? what happens if the weight of his title becomes too much? hese thoughts linger far longer than he would ever admit aloud. every time he catches himself imagining a future together, another part of him immediately begins searching for reasons why such a future might be impossible. yet no matter how many doubts arise, they always crumble whenever he's with you.
one evening, the two of you are wandering the grounds together after sunset. the campus is quiet. the stars shine overhead. the conversation drifts naturally from one topic to another until eventually you stop walking and glance up at the sky. for a moment, neither of you says anything. then you smile. it's not directed at his title. not at his magic. not at his status. just him. and suddenly he feels something in his chest ache. because after everything—after years of isolation, years of loneliness, years of being viewed as something distant and untouchable—you are looking at him with nothing but affection. no fear. no hesitation. no expectations. just warmth. the realization nearly overwhelms him. for all his power, all his strength, all the centuries of draconic magic sleeping beneath his skin, you have managed to accomplish something nobody else ever has. you make him feel wanted. not as a prince. not as a future king. not as the mighty malleus draconia. just as malleus. and perhaps that is why he falls so hard.
because once malleus loves someone, he loves them completely. there is no halfway point. no escape route. no careful distance. his heart is ancient, fierce, and impossibly loyal. the moment you become important to him, you remain important forever. which means the poor guy is absolutely doomed. because now every smile from you feels precious. every conversation becomes a treasured memory. every moment spent together gets tucked away inside his heart like a priceless jewel. and if anyone asks him whether falling in love with you was worth all the fear, uncertainty, and vulnerability? the future king of briar valley would answer without hesitation. yes. every single time.
lilia falls in love with you knowing exactly what's happening, and that somehow makes it worse. unlike many of the students around him, he's lived long enough to recognize the signs immediately. he knows what affection looks like, he knows what attachment feels like. he knows the dangerous warmth that begins settling in his chest when a particular person starts occupying more of his thoughts than they should. he has seen countless romances bloom and fade over the years. he has watched people fall in love, build lives together, grow old, and disappear. he has experienced enough of life to understand his own emotions better than most. that is precisely why he notices the problem almost immediately.
the first time he catches himself looking for you in a crowd, he notices. the first time your laughter lingers in his mind long after a conversation ends, he notices. the first time he finds himself smiling simply because he knows he'll get to see you later that day, he notices. unfortunately, recognizing the problem does absolutely nothing to stop it. if anything, it only gives him more time to dwell on it. at first, he tries not to take it seriously. surely it is just fondness. you are an entertaining human, after all. clever, resilient, endlessly fascinating. anyone would enjoy spending time around you.
yet the feelings continue growing despite his best efforts to dismiss them. he starts seeking out your company more often than before, conversations that were once casual become the highlight of his day. he finds himself remembering small details about you with alarming ease. the foods you like, the stories you've told him, and the little habits you probably assume nobody notices. before long, thoughts of you become woven into the fabric of his everyday life. and that's when the real problem begins.
because unlike younger people who can throw themselves into love without thinking, lilia knows exactly how dangerous it is to care this deeply. he knows how fragile happiness can be. he knows how quickly things can disappear. the truth is that lilia's greatest insecurity has never been his appearance, his abilities, or even his age itself. it's time. time is the one thing he has never been able to defeat. he has spent centuries watching the world move forward around him. people enter his life and eventually leave it. seasons change. kingdoms rise and fall. faces he once loved and cherished become memories.
no matter how much he cares, no matter how desperately he wishes otherwise, time always wins in the end. that reality has shaped him more than he likes to admit. it is why he treasures the people he loves so fiercely. it is also why falling for you frightens him more than any battle ever could. because when he looks at you, he cannot stop himself from imagining a future. he imagines hearing your laughter years from now. he imagines sharing quiet moments together. he imagines growing closer, building memories, becoming an irreplaceable part of each other's lives. then, inevitably, another thought follows. what happens after that? what happens when time continues moving forward as it always does? what happens when the future arrives? for perhaps the first time in years, lilia finds himself wishing he knew less. wishing he could be young enough to ignore consequences and simply enjoy his feelings. instead, he understands exactly what loving you could mean. he understands the risk. yet despite all of that knowledge, despite all of those fears, he cannot stop himself from wanting you anyway.
the realization settles quietly one evening while the two of you are sitting together watching the sunset. the conversation has long since drifted into comfortable silence. you're talking about something simple, something unimportant, and lilia finds himself watching you instead of listening. not because he isn't interested in what you're saying, but because for a brief moment, he feels overwhelming gratitude that you're here at all. that he met you, that he knows you, that he gets to sit beside you and listen to your voice. the feeling hits him so suddenly that it almost steals his breath away.
in all his years, through all the places he has been and all the people he has met, you have somehow become precious to him in a way he never expected. you notice him staring and ask what he's thinking about. for once, the usual teasing response doesn't come. he simply smiles. a small, genuine smile that few people ever get to see. because the truth is far too vulnerable to say aloud. the truth is that he loves you. he loves you enough that it scares him. loves you enough that he worries about futures that haven't happened yet. loves you enough that, despite knowing how painful caring for someone can be, he would always choose you anyway.
A/N: I don't know too much about silver so this might be ooc guulllppp..
silver falls in love with you so quietly that, for a long time, neither of you notice it happening. unlike some people, silver doesn't spend weeks panicking over strange feelings or desperately trying to figure out what they mean. the problem is much simpler than that: he genuinely doesn't realize anything has changed. spending time with you feels natural, comfortable, and easy. you become part of his routine before he even thinks to question it.
if he sees something that reminds him of you, his first instinct is to tell you about it later. if something good happens, he wonders what your reaction would be. if he's tired—and considering this is silver, that is often—he finds himself gravitating toward your presence without consciously meaning to. none of this seems unusual to him. you're important to him, so naturally he wants to be around you. that explanation satisfies him for a surprisingly long time. unfortunately, everyone else notices almost immediately. lilia notices. sebek notices. even wakasa—malleus notices.
silver, meanwhile, remains completely oblivious. when lilia casually points out that silver has been staring at you for several minutes straight, he simply blinks and asks if he has. the answer is yes. he accepts this information and somehow learns absolutely nothing from it. the truth is that silver has always been someone who loves quietly. his affection does not appear in grand gestures or dramatic declarations. it appears in the little things. making sure you get back safely after late-night events. saving you a seat without thinking about it. remembering details you mentioned months ago and bringing them up later. offering his jacket when you're cold. checking whether you've eaten. none of it feels particularly significant to him, he's simply taking care of someone important to him. the problem is that eventually you become more important than anyone else. that realization sneaks up on him.
one day he notices that hearing your voice immediately improves his mood. another day he realizes he remembers your schedule almost as well as his own. then he catches himself searching crowds for you automatically whenever he arrives somewhere. little things begin piling up until they become impossible to ignore. the moment of clarity arrives unexpectedly when you're talking to another student during lunch. it's a perfectly normal conversation, completely harmless. yet he finds himself watching from across the cafeteria longer than necessary.
then there's a strange feeling in his chest. not anger. not irritation. something else, something rather unpleasant. jealousy. the realization catches him so off guard that he nearly drops the book he was holding. because jealousy implies something. it implies he wants your attention, your time, and your affection. suddenly a hundred little moments begin making sense. the way he always seems happiest when you're nearby. the way your praise lingers in his thoughts. the way your smile somehow feels more rewarding than it should. the way he always notices when you're gone. silver has never been particularly afraid of emotions, but this one leaves him strangely unsettled. not because he dislikes loving you. quite the opposite. the frightening part is how natural it feels.
loving you slips into his heart so easily that he cannot even remember what it was like before. somewhere along the way, thoughts of you stopped feeling separate from his everyday life and simply became part of it. the idea of losing that is what truly scares him. because despite his calm nature, silver carries insecurities of his own. he knows he's a bit unusual. he falls asleep at inconvenient times. he struggles with things others find easy. there are moments when he feels out of step with the people around him, moments when he wonders whether he is difficult to understand.
then there is the matter of his origins, the lingering uncertainty that has followed him for much of his life. questions he still doesn't fully know how to answer. questions about where he belongs. questions about who he is. when his feelings for you deepen, those insecurities begin whispering in the back of his mind. what if you deserve someone better? someone more dependable? someone who can stay awake through an entire conversation? someone easier to love? the thoughts never become overwhelming, but they linger quietly in the background.
the realization fully settles one evening while the two of you are walking through the gardens.the conversation drifts easily from topic to topic as the sun begins setting around you. at some point, you laugh at something he says. not a polite laugh or a forced one, but a genuine laugh, bright and warm and completely unguarded. silver finds himself staring before he can stop himself. the sound settles somewhere deep in his chest, and suddenly he understands. not because you're extraordinary, although you are. not because you're kind, although you are that too. it's because being with you feels like coming home.
for someone who spent so much of his life searching for where he belonged, that realization hits harder than he expects. you notice him staring and ask what's wrong, he almost tells you. for a brief moment, he genuinely considers it. then panic immediately shuts that idea down. instead, he simply shakes his head and smiles softly. you accept the answer and continue talking. silver listens, and somewhere beneath the peaceful rhythm of your voice, his heart quietly accepts a truth it can no longer deny. he loves you completely, and for perhaps the first time in his life, he knows exactly where he wants to be.
A/N: wait it was his MOM that was human right? Or was it his dad?? I forgot PLEASE DONT SUE ME
sebek falls in love with you and immediately decides it is a terrible idea. not because of you—never because of you. the problem, as far as he is concerned, is himself. at first, the feelings are easy enough to ignore. you are someone he admires deeply. someone courageous, kind, and stubborn enough to throw yourself into danger for the sake of others despite lacking the magical abilities everyone else at nrc takes for granted. so of course he respects you, of course he enjoys your company, of course he finds himself seeking you out more often than before. that means nothing. at least, that's what he insists.
unfortunately, his heart has other plans. slowly, your presence begins working its way into every corner of his life. his eyes search for you automatically in crowded rooms. his mood improves whenever you approach him. he remembers details about you without trying. your favorite foods, the expressions you make when you're concentrating, the way your smile changes depending on whether you're amused, embarrassed, or genuinely happy. before long, thoughts of you become so common that he barely notices them anymore.
then one day lilia teases him about it, and suddenly he's forced to confront a truth he has been avoiding for months. he loves you. completely and hopelessly. and the realization terrifies him. most people assume sebek's greatest insecurity comes from his temper or his tendency to be overly intense. they're wrong. the insecurity runs much deeper than that. sebek has spent most of his life trying to prove himself. trying to prove he is worthy of standing beside malleus. trying to prove he is worthy of carrying the zigvolt name. trying to prove that his human blood does not make him lesser.
no matter how fiercely he loves his family, no matter how proudly he speaks of his mother, there is still a small part of him that remembers every sneer, every dismissive comment, every subtle reminder that he is not fully fae. he remembers being looked down upon. being questioned. being treated as though part of him is something to overcome rather than embrace. most days, he buries those feelings beneath hard work and determination. then he falls in love with you, and suddenly all those old wounds begin reopening. because once sebek allows himself to imagine a future with you, he cannot stop comparing himself to others.
full-blooded fae. powerful mages. people who seem completely comfortable with who they are. people who don't spend every day trying to prove they belong. no matter how irrational it is, a part of him begins wondering if you would be happier with someone else. someone stronger. someone simpler. someone who isn't caught between two worlds. the thought eats away at him slowly. every time you smile at him, he feels warmth bloom in his chest, followed almost immediately by guilt. every time you seek him out, hope begins to rise before he forces it back down again. because what right does he have to hope for something like this? what right does he have to want you when there are surely better choices standing all around him?
the worst part is that you never seem to notice any of this. you treat him exactly the same as always. you smile when you see him. you listen when he speaks. you seek out his company without hesitation. there is no judgment in your eyes, no discomfort, no indication that you view him as anything less than exactly who he is. somehow, that only makes things harder. because if you hated him, this would be easy. if you found him annoying or unbearable, he could simply move on. instead, you are kind to him. kind enough that he starts wondering. kind enough that he starts hoping.
one afternoon, the two of you are sitting together beneath a tree after classes, talking aimlessly about home and family. the conversation drifts toward his mother, and before he can stop himself, sebek finds himself speaking about her more openly than usual. the moment the words leave his mouth, embarrassment settles heavily in his stomach.binstinctively, he braces himself. some old reflex tells him to expect awkwardness. hesitation. judgment.binstead, you simply smile and say, "she sounds wonderful." that's it. no pause. no strange look. no reminder that she is human. just genuine warmth and affection.
in that moment, something inside him cracks. because while he has spent years fearing that people would see his humanity as a flaw, you accepted it without a second thought. as if there was never anything wrong with it to begin with. as if there was never anything wrong with him. suddenly, all those fears he has been carrying feel unbearably heavy. all this time, he has been convinced that loving you was foolish because surely, eventually, you would see him the way he sometimes sees himself. incomplete. lesser. not enough. yet here you are, looking at him with the same fondness you've always shown. looking at him as though he is simply sebek. not half-human nor half-fae. just sebek.
and for the first time, he finds himself wondering whether maybe—just maybe—that could be enough. the thought is terrifying. hope always is. but as he watches you smile at him, he realizes something important. he loves you far too much to keep letting fear decide everything for him. and if you can accept every part of who he is so effortlessly, then perhaps it is finally time he learns how to do the same.
helllooo author!, same anon as the one who talked about heat abnormal cover 🙃 just checking in bro…u still ascending?? 😶 or did the law of gravity win now? How would u rate your first listening experience about it from 1-10? (If u wanna know more vocaloid music if u don’t know much about it lmk I can give a few recs 🙂↕️) I’ve been addicted to vocaloid since 2021..oki that is all! Have an amazing rest of ur day and take care of urself!!
I was pulled back down to earth sadly BUT OMG 10/10 EASILY I've been listening to it on loop for a bit now UHHMMM
I know a feeew?? Vocaloid songs??? I mean I play pjsk everyday LMAO but I'd love for some more suggestions!!! It's always nice to listen to new songs teehee (sigh my main playlist that I listen to like all the time is lit just all the twst songs 🤧🤧 I love make a wish vrah.... Hheheh)
I HOPE UOU HAVE AN AWESOME REST OF UR DAY AS WELL!!!!!,❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹
