can you maybe do a fic about any of the overblot characters turning to a frog and having to have true loves kiss to get back to normal please and thank you
Where they turn into frogs and you, their true love, have to kiss them.
“Unacceptable! Utterly unacceptable!!”
The tiny red frog paced back and forth across your desk, sputtering in fury, his tiny webbed feet making the smallest pat-pat-pat sounds.
You bit your lip trying not to laugh.
“Do not tell me to calm down! I’ve been turned into a frog! A frog! This is a disgrace to Heartslabyul, a violation of school policy, and I demand a formal apology from that imbecile who—!”
You reached out and gently scooped him up before he worked himself into a meltdown.
“You’re going to pop a vessel, and I’m not dealing with frog Riddle and internal bleeding.”
He huffed, cheeks puffing out — which didn’t help his image.
“Professor Trein said the curse can only be broken by a true love’s kiss.”
He flushed from neck to forehead (or whatever frogs have).
“I’m not saying that! But… the spell reacted when you held me. I-it warmed slightly. It must mean something.”
“So… do you want me to try?”
“Only if you want to. It would be... appreciated.”
You pressed a soft kiss to his head — and the next moment, you were nearly bowled over by a very flustered Riddle, kneeling on the floor.
“I—I’m back?” He patted himself frantically. “My hands—my hair—! Thank the Queen!”
“Nice to see you again, Riddle.”
He glanced at you and cleared his throat.
“Ahem. This… this doesn’t excuse public displays of affection without permission, but… I suppose I’ll allow it. Just this once.”
“So I’m allowed to kiss you now?”
He turned red again.“Y-you already did. Don’t push your luck!”
“I find this form oddly peaceful,” the frog says in that same deep tone.
You look up to the roof of Ramshackle, where Frog Malleus sits like a green gargoyle (LIKE BATMAN BRO)
“You’re… surprisingly calm about this.”
“In my long life, I have transformed into many things—dragon, mist. This is merely a new shape. Though I must admit, the lack of horns is somewhat tragic.”
“Lilia says it can only be undone with a true love’s kiss.”
His bright green eyes meet yours.
“…Then allow me to make a humble request.”
“I would entrust my form, my life, and my curse to you alone.”
Your heart flutters like a hummingbird. You reach up and kiss his head.
When it fades, Malleus stands before you—tall, regal, radiant.
“I knew it,” he says, lips curling into a soft smile. “It was you.”
You glance away, flushed.
“You’re really okay with me being your… uh… ‘true love’?”
“You already were. Long before this spell.”
You open your closet and find a bright green frog sulking on a pile of hoodies.
“Idia… you’ve been hiding in here for three days.”
“Don’t look at me. I’ve become one of the background mobs. No… worse. I’m the tutorial boss.”
“Ortho said only true love’s kiss will break the curse.”
“Ugh, man. Cringe. That’s such a normie mechanic. What is this, some knockoff otome game from the App Store?”
“Idia. You’re literally living in my hoodie drawer.”
“If I croak, delete my browser history. But not the bookmarks. Some of them are important.”
“Do you want to be cured or not?”
“…If it has to be anyone, I’m… okay with it being you. But don’t laugh, okay?”
You gently kiss him. Idia is human again — hair ablaze in blue flames, sitting on the floor in your hoodie.
“You… you kissed me. That was, like, a cutscene moment. Did you see that sparkle effect??”
“Maybe we got the good ending.”
“I am going to SUE whoever enchanted that bottle.”
You stare into a porcelain teacup where Frog Azul is sitting, glaring indignantly.
“You turned into a frog in the middle of the Lounge, Azul.”
“In front of customers, no less! Floyd’s been threatening to toss me in the fryer all morning.”
“Jade said the only way to undo it is with—”
“—Do not say it. I already know. And I hate it.”
“True love’s kiss, yes, yes. What a cheap fairytale mechanic. There should be an antidote. I should have an antidote. I sell antidotes!”
“So what’s stopping you?”
“…You do want it to be me, don’t you?”
He makes a tiny, deflated ribbit.
“You just had to say so.”
You lean down and kiss him gently and a moment later, Azul is back, flustered and drenched.
“Note to self,” he mutters, adjusting his glasses.
“Burn that perfume recipe. And draft a new contract with… specific kissing clauses.”
“So I am your true love?”
He blushes down to his collar.
“well—technically—yes—but let’s keep this strictly off the record!”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
You stared at the small frog sitting on your desk. The frog crossed its little arms (legs?) and let out an exasperated sigh.
“It’s not my fault! Azul's experimental potion exploded, and this is what I get for dodging it too late.”
“Thank you for the observation, my savior,” he deadpanned.
“Now hurry up and kiss me so I can get back to normal before Kalim finds out and tries it himself.”
Your face twisted in horror.
“You want me to kiss a frog?!”
“Do you want me to stay like this and croak around the school forever? Besides, it’s not like you’d be kissing any frog. It’s me. I know it’s not ideal, but you’re my—”
You interrupted, cheeks warm.
He looked away, small arms crossed.
“...My best chance at breaking this curse. Obviously.”
“…You could’ve just said ‘true love’ instead of dancing around it.”
“I’m not dancing around anything. You’re the one making this weird.”
Despite the ridiculousness of the situation, your heart thumped a little harder. You hesitated, leaned down, and—
“Do not tell anyone about this after I turn back,”
You pressed a quick kiss. A second later, a very flustered, very human Jamil stood before you — eyes wide, lips parted, face red.
“I cannot believe that worked,”
He groaned, dragging a hand down his face.
“I’m going to kill Azul…”
You looked at him smirking.
“But hey... true love’s kiss, huh?”
“Don’t make me regret this,” he mumbled—but his eyes lingered on your lips little longer.
You stared down at the most perfect frog you’d ever seen.
Velvety green, regal posture, and an expression of pure judgment in those little violet eyes.
“This is... humiliating,” the frog croaked — and yes, that was Vil Schoenheit’s voice.
“You actually still sound graceful. Impressive.”
“This is not the time for jokes, sweet potato. I was merely trimming a rose stem when that clumsy oaf Epel tripped into the cauldron. Now look at me. My skin is... green. Green!”
“Well, at least it’s glowing,”
“The only way to undo this is a kiss, and Rook has already tried to volunteer. I had to hop away in terror. You’re my only hope, darling.”
You knelt down beside him.
“So… ‘true love’s kiss’ actually works?”
“Rook thinks the potion was modeled after an old fable. He also said you’re the ‘fairest in Vil’s eyes.’ And honestly? I’m inclined to agree.”
“Wait… are you saying you—?”
“I don’t say anything I don’t mean,” he interrupted.
“Now. Kiss me. Preferably before I croak... in the literal sense.”
Suppressing the heat rushing to your face, you gently leaned in and gave him a quick kiss.
Vil returned — golden-haired, poised, a hand already brushing nonexistent dirt from his shoulder.
“Thank the stars. My complexion is intact.“Though I must admit... for a kiss with a frog, it was surprisingly romantic.”
“You planned this, didn’t you?”
“If I did, would you be mad?”
The frog lay sprawled out in your pencil case. You stared at him, unimpressed.
“You’ve been like this for three days and haven’t moved except to complain.”
Leona lifted a webbed foot.
“I’m royalty. I don’t do peasant things like hopping.”
“You’re literally a frog.”
“Tch. And I’d be a prince again by now if you’d just kiss me already.”
“It’s the whole ‘true love’s kiss’ cliché. Apparently I’m cursed. Just my luck. I’m not letting just anyone smooch me. So c’mon. Be a sport.”
“Because you’re the only one I’d willingly let get that close. Don’t act surprised.”
You narrowed your eyes. “How do I know this isn’t a trick?”
“Does this look like a prank? Do you think I like being this size? I’m living in a lunchbox, herbivore.”
Despite everything, he looked ridiculously smug for a frog.
You sighed and leaned down. “If this doesn’t work, I’m feeding you to Grim.”
You kissed him, and your frog vanished — replaced by a lounging Leona, now human.
“Don’t flatter yourself—!”
He smirked. “Too late. You already kissed me. That makes you my lover now, right?”
You threw a pillow at him.
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