PIERCER IN TRAINING﹙☆﹚—  TWST

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Speaking on crushes now weve heard ur thoughts on floyd what about jade 👀,how do you yourself think he may act ?,cause for an eel thats more secretive in his own ways its fun to think about

HII ANON!!

I like the way you think! Floyd with a crush is already entertaining, now imagine the quieter twin when he's infatuated with someone... let's see...

if you manage to attract Jade's affection, you must be quite something. I think he'd like someone who's curious and, like his brother, someone that doesn't stay stagnant and complacent, but is always looking ways to improve and to change! it helps to keep things far from boring! also, he'd like someone who listens to his interests and is willing to indulge him from time to time, even if they themselves don't actively take part in them. he'll gladly listen to them talking abt their interests in exchange! perhaps while they share some tea and the newest mushroom dish he's created...

hmmm, noticing that Jade has a crush would be quite hard, seeing as he's naturally more discreet. I think he'd talk more with his crush, not that he'd become a chatter box, mind you, but he'd be happy to share his interests with them and, depending on how far their trust relationship is, he might be willing to share a bit about himself, too. he'd be very curious and attentive to what they like and make sure to remember it, either so he can bring up in conversation later or so he can buy/make it for them. he'd be very teasing, but it's just that he likes the banter! having someone that can keep up with his light hearted jabs and throw back some equally as good can be very entertaining! I also think he'd like someone that can indulge him with some more serious topics of conversation that might require some more brain stimulation. if they can offer him new perspectives on things, he'd be delighted!

I think he's very atunned with his feelings and would notice if he's got a crush on someone, tho at first he'd proceed like normal just to see how things play out and to observe a bit more his own reactions, as well as theirs to check if it might be reciprocated. he might want to try to spend more time with them even with his busy schedule, convincing them to visit the lounge or to take a walk with him at the botanical garden. he miiight make some flirty remarks here and there or some more casual touches if he's got suspicions of them liking him back, but it would be nothing too remarkable and still subtle. he'd also act more like a gentleman/butler type around them and do little service acts (for free!! mostly). he might get a bit protective, if anyone is giving them trouble, all they need to do is say it to him and he'll take care of it :)

and if you manage to fluster him?? HE'S IN DEEP. take him by surprise, be with heartfelt gestures and words or a bold move forward, and he'll be so enthusiastic. he'll love to see what other unexpected things you'll do next!

I think Jade might also like some more domestic settings? while he enjoys his daily entertainment and healthy dose of chaos, getting some time to sit back and just have a quiet and peaceful moment with his love can be equally enjoyable. getting used to each other's presence and routines, doing little things for them and knowing each other in and out! just the intimacy and trust involved...

[I refuse to drown - Azul Ashengrotto]

Summary: He had hurt you. Azul had hurt you and he wasn't sure how he could ever forgive himself, the guilt gnawing at his core. Despite that, you still smile at him. 

Notes: reader and azul knew each other before chapter 3, gn!reader, angst and hurt/comfort, self deprecating thoughts, some mentions of blood, injury and death but none too graphic, not proof read

Azul had lost everything.

Everything he had built painstakingly for years, crawling himself from the bottom of the depths, that he exhausted himself for, that he carefully planned and gained through his hard work. Gone, just like that, floating away in the wind the same way the sand of the beach is carried away by the waves.

But, the worst of all: he lost control. 

Control of himself, his actions and his mind. Azul couldn't remember what happened after seeing his contracts disintegrating, only that he felt more despair than ever before. Even when he was isolated and mocked by the other merman, he's never felt such helplessness, such anguish, such misery. 

His mind was muddy, he didn't feel like he was in his body. Why would it matter, anyway? It was all gone, gone, gone. 

He let himself drown in the feeling.

Drowning was a strange sensation. Azul, being a merman, never thought he could experience it, but Night Raven College was full of surprises. His lungs felt full, an inky substance occupying where once was air. His vision was dark, as if he had fallen into an abyss. He couldn't bring himself to care.

Azul didn't know which was worse, the hopeless feelings or the lack thereof. 

He stayed floating into nothingness for a while. He wasn't conscious, but he was. He was there, but he wasn't. He didn't have a body, but he did. If he could manage to string a coherent thought together, it might have been something like this: "Is this what death looks like?" Perhaps if he could muster enough strenght to feel something, he might have felt regret for all the things he still had left to do.

If he looked deep into himself, deeper than he was willing to, he might have found that he regretted making you sign one of his rigged contracts and dragging you into this mess. He should have known better than understimating you, he should have known that something like this would happen. After all, you were amazing enough to catch his attention. What made him think you wouldn't be amazing enough to find a way out of his deal? What made him think Jade and Floyd would be enough to disencourage you? What made him think someone like him, so dirty and insicere, could ever dampen someone like you, so determined and bright?

He didn't think about any of it. He didn't think about anything.

The first thing Azul felt when he came back to his senses was light against his eyelids. He was back at the surface. His body ached all over but his lungs no longer bled that viscous black liquid and he felt alive once more. He was still alive.

He could smell a familiar scent, one that he was used to smelling back at the Coral Sea, so used to he didn't identify it a first. He heard shouting that seemed to be miles away and right by his ear at the same time. His slugish head couldn't distinguish what was being said by whom, but he could swear he heard your name, it's mention alone being enough to jolt eletricity back into his being and keep him awake. There were hurried footsteps getting farther away and he finally recognized what the smell was. It was the metalic smell of blood.

He tried to open his eyes but the bright lights of Mostro Lounge burned them, so he kept them tightly shut. He couldn't get up, his legs hurt more than any other part of his body. What had happened? He couldn't have... could he? The last thing he could remember happening before passing out was... oh.

Oh. He did. Azul had an overblot.

His breath hitched, but he forced himself to keep breathing in the air, to keep the blot out, out of his system and out of his lungs and out of his veins and out out out of him. He bit his tounge, clenched his fists and forced his sore eyes to open.

The contracts, they were gone. His life's work. He had made a fool of himself in front of another housewarden. He had an overblot and put everyone in danger. He had put you in danger.

Jade and Floyd were by his side. They were talking to him, but he couldn't register the words. His head was underwater, the pressure weighting him down, his ears filled with water and dripping, dripping, dripping.

He could still smell the blood. Ah, it felt just like home.

Azul looked at his lower half, almost sure in some hysterical part of his brain that he would find his tentacles there. His legs laid on the floor, clean and useless. He breathed a sigh of relief. Still, he couldn't help but wish the blood was his.

He got the gist of what the twins were saying. Leona destroyed the contracts and you had managed to adquire his childhood photo. They were mocking him for the tantrum he threw, but he could tell they were worried. There wasn't much force behind the half hearted taunts and no matter how much they tried to hide, Azul knew them just like they knew him. They were aggravated at what happened as well, no matter how much they pretended they couldn't care less.

"What would you like us to do about the photo?" 

"I'm pretty sure we could just snatch it up with how shrimpy is now, but man, I'm not in the mood for it."

"...I don't care about the photo anymore. Tell me, what happened to the prefect?"

Jade looked at him with pity and Floyd's mood deteriorated. There was a bottomless pit of dread at his stomach, his throat felt dry all of sudden. His eyes burned, but no tears fell from them. When had his breathing become so erratic?

As soon as the twins broke the news to him, Azul tried to stand up and see you, not caring for how much his legs ached and hurt and screamed at him to stay down. Good, he thought with venom, so much loathing and disdain it left a sour feeling in his mouth, they better be hurting after what he'd done. He deserves worse.

Jade helped him balance himself on his legs and Floyd laughed at his clumsy footing, as if it was the first time the three of them set foot on land and were just learning how to walk. Azul felt like he had been stripped from his tentacles and siphon all over again. He had been stripped from his skin and from his mind, had been laid open and bare and vulnerable for all to see, had his chest teared apart and his lungs leaking onto the floor.

Once they arrived at the infirmary, Azul was almost jumped by your friends. The Heartslabyul duo and the young Savanaclaw seemed ready to plummet him to the ground, no care for his condition, if it weren't for Jade and Floyd tanking him by both sides like bodyguards. Azul was glad they didn't care, he was glad they worried so much about you. He would have let them hit him and taken the beating, there wasn't much of his pride left to salvage anyway.

The school nurse had just finished attending you and promptly went to work on his injuries. The Headmaster appeared at the infirmary right after Azul was discharged, no doubt already knowing what happened. He had never seem Crowley look as serious as he did when he asked for the three of them to accompany him to his office. 

Azul's body was exhausted, he clearly needed to rest. Still, he agreed without a fuss, the twins following him closely from behind. He could feel Jade's gaze burning the back of his neck, but he couldn't gather enough energy to care for whatever was going on the eelmer's mind. He felt empty, almost hollow. Frighteningly so, like he was still on that void state, disconnected from his body. Was he even awake?

The talk with the Headmaster was a long and tiring one. At the end of it, Azul accepted the new terms for him to keep running Mostro Lounge at the school, gripping tightly to the only thing he had left. He couldn't lose his beloved restaurant alongside everything else, it would be too much, more than he could handle.

It was dark by the time they were excused to go back to their dorm. Azul felt and looked like a mess, not like the businessman he took pride in being. His hair was dishevelled, there were eyebags under his eyes and his mouth was set in a firm line for a while, not managing much more emoting. 

There was a restlessness under his skin, on his muscles, deep in his bones, down onto every single cell. No matter how worn out he was, there was no way he would be able to sit back. Not until he saw you with his own eyes, saw exactly how much damage he had caused. 

He wasn't able to muster up the courage to look the twins in the face as he told them to go ahead, that he had something to do. Luckly, they decided he had suffered enough and didn't kick up much of a fuss before leaving him alone.

The walk to the infirmary felt like a fever dream, too long and too short at the same time. Azul wondered if your friends were still there at this time, if you were awake, if he was even allowed to enter. He stayed rooted in front of the entrance, trying to gather every last bit of confidence to put up his usual serene façade. 

He wouldn't let you see how affected he was by the whole ordeal. This wasn't supposed to be about him, he wanted to take a look at you. You, who had been nothing but friendly to him, who had caught his attention early on, who spent time with him at Mostro Lounge, who he admired so much, who wormed your way into his heart and refused to leave.

Azul was afraid you hated him now, but by the Sevens how much he wished you did. Why wouldn't you, after he tried to scam you out of your house and almost got you killed. All for his selfishness, for his stupid pride and greed. He was ready for you to scream at him, to hit him, say you never wanted to see him again. Even if the mere thought was enough for him to feel like throwing up, he knew it would be better if he stayed away from you and your light. That way, he wouldn't hurt you again, never again.

Steeling himself with the fakiest smile on his face, he pushed the door open, hands shaking.

The infirmary was quiet, no one in sight save for you. You were laying on one of the first beds, a peaceful expression on your face. You looked beautiful. You always did, to him. There were bandages all over where your skin was visible. Azul could feel the guilt choking him. How could he have the audacity to come talk to you after he was the one that did this?

He turned around and was about to leave when he heard you whisper. It was spoken so softly he wouldn't have heard at all if he wasn't hyperaware of you. "Stay." 

Azul stayed. He could never deny anything you asked for. Especially not when you sounded so pleading, when you looked at him like that.

There was a chair next to your bed, so umconfortable looking as it must feel. But it was the best way to stay closer to you, so he sat on it, waiting for you to drop the guillotine over his head for his sins. 

The silence was suffocating, denser than the pressure at the bottom of the ocean. He wanted you to say something, anything. His gaze was on the floor, lips pulled back, brows furrowed. If he closed his eyes, only the darkness would welcome him, swallow him whole, so he kept them stubbornly open.

"Azul." It felt like a blessing, like a drop of water after walking through the desert, like a warm embrace. Azul relished the way you said his name, the delicious entonation as your tongue rolled over every letter. He wanted to beg you to say it again and again. The only thing he does is lifting his head to look at you.

The proximity between you two was startling. He hadn't noticed how close you were, hadn't noticed you raising your hand, hadn't noticed the shine in your eye. He thought you were about to slap him, but couldn't drag his stare away from your eyes. They looked so gentle, so full of... something. He wouldn't dare try to name the emotion behind them, wouldn't dare hope.

Your hand made contact with his cheek, making him flinch lightly. There was no sting, only your warmth as you held his face. Your fingers left burning imprints where they touched, marked him from the inside out. Wide blue eyes meet your affectionate ones, so open and honest. Why were you being so gentle to him? Acting like nothing happened, like things were the same as before this whole mess occurred. 

"I'm glad." You confess softly, a secret meant only for the two of you, thumb brushing against his cheeks as he leans into your touch and lets himself melt into it while he still can. "I'm glad you're alright, Azul." 

"How can you say that when you're the one laying on a hospital bed?" His voice falls flat, trying to hide his emotions. But he's a cracked shell, his insides are spilling out into your palms, plain for you to pick apart and analyse as you please.

You smile, your joy is so sincere Azul can feel his eyes burn with unshead tears. How could he ever hurt someone like you? How could you still look at him without an once of hatred or disguist or fear?

"I was worried about you." You state as if it was the simplest thing in the world, because it is, to you. The sky is blue, the ocean is cold and you care about Azul. You say as if you aren't shattering his last bits of composure, as if you aren't breaking his heart into little jagged pieces. 

"Don't say that." He manages to choke out, as if the mere words hurt his throat, voice watery and breaking. "Please, don't say that." The 'I don't deserve it' is not said out loud, but both of you can hear it.

"How can I not? It's the truth." His tears flow freely, no longer under his control as he feels the urge to sob, to beg for forgiveness, to hide and never see you again in fear of hurting you. Only you had this effect on him, only you could break his barriers and composure so easily. 

You brush his tears away, whispering reassurances. Wasn't him supposed to be the one reassuring you? He had come to see how you were, to apologize, to let you scream at him, anything. He could take it if you hated him, he would understand, but how could your gaze still hold so much fondness in it, so much love? The guilt shatters him, pierces his heart, make his sobs louder. How cruel could your kindness be?

He had hurt you. Azul had hurt you and he wasn't sure how he could ever forgive himself, the guilt gnawing at his core. Despite that, you still smile at him. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He repeats, over and over. You say you forgive him, but he keeps going until his voice is hoarse. You don't, no, you can't understand it. You did nothing wrong, you're not like him, hands stained with blood and rot. He lets his guilt out before it festers and consumes him. It isn't enough to make up to you, although it does make him feel a little bit better, to let it all out like this.

You don't lie to him. You don't say it wasn't his fault or that he wasn't in the wrong, but you don't rub it in either. Azul appreciates it, the sincerity. He knows you can hold him accountable when the time is right. For now, you comfort him. You tell him how nobody else could put such effective notes together, how determinated and hardworking he is. How his past doesn't define him and how he has greater strenghts than any magic. He drinks every word up, commiting them to memory.

As his tears seem to dry out alongside his voice, you pull him closer to yourself. He submerges himself into you, your scent, your voice, your touch. He would happily let himself drown on the sensation. You just hold him, rubbing circles on his back and lending him your shoulder. 

It's like time has frozen over. Azul wishes it had. He could stay like this with you for hours if you'd let him, although he doesn't feel ready to admit it, be it to you or to himself. 

Everything is not right. You're still hurt, his contracts are still gone and Azul still feels wrong, the effects of the overblot lingering underneath his skin. His reputation took a significant blow and he'll have to change the method he's always used to work at his own establishment. 

But not all is lost, either. He can start over, the right way this time. You'll be by his side, cheering him on. There's a long road to improvement and Azul has never been one to get scared by such things. He'll put his efforts on getting back on his feet and breaking the surface of the water, as he refuses to drown. 

The late hour weights on your tired bodies, causing you to yawn, your hold on him getting laxer. With the way his body aches, he wouldn't be able to go back to Octavinelle. In fact, he doesn't feel able to move from the chair he is in. He doesn't want to leave you from his sight, to lose your touch. 

You ask him to keep you company, prompting him to lay his head on your lap, an umconfortable position, as he has to bend his torso to reach it, but he doesn't mind. Just having you nearby will be enough. One of your hands interlock your fingers with his and the other plays with his hair as you hum, not letting the silence engulf the room. He's beyond grateful for that, for how you just seem to know what he needs and is more than willing to give it to him. He's never been handled with such care before, like he's wanted, like he's precious. It makes his body feel warm and he basks on it.

He waits until you stop your ministrations, until your breathing evens out and it's just him alone with his thoughts. He keeps his eyes shut, as he knows that if he dared to glance at your sleeping face his heart would burst with affection, the feelings he's trying to rein in exploding from his chest. 

Azul only has made a promise to himself once, when he was a little kid being bullied by his peers, eager to prove them wrong, to prove he could be better than their expectations. Now, he makes a new promise, to protect you and your kindness, to never let someone, least him, hurt you again, to make up for his own shortcomings and become someone you can be proud of.

He loses consciousness for the second time that day, but this time he knows he's alive. He feels it in the way his heart beats in sync with yours, the way his breaths come out from his mouth, the way your fingers are laced with his. 

Azul is alive and swimming to the surface, as he refuses to drown.

Masterlist

For the event, how about a s/o who leaves flowers on the boy’s desk without telling them or leaving a note. For Silver, Azul, and one boy you choose. 🌸

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, dear!

I loved your idea! So cute, so sweet, so spring~ I love flower language and I also enjoyed searching more about each flower I choose. I didn’t have a personal favorite here but I think apple blossoms are really pretty (bc they look like cherry and peach blossoms) and it was good to know other flowers too. The boy I chose was Epel bc I was feeling like writing something more for him. Hope you like it! Thanks for the request <3 | 

Silver, Azul Ashengrotto, Epel Felmier x gender neutral reader / headcanons / fluff / flower language / crush to lovers / use of “you” pronouns

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Flower Feelings

Silver was relatively used to strange things happening to him. Sometimes, the wild animals that loved him so much would leave something special — flowers, leaves, small berries, feathers — in his closet in the stables or in his place in class. One day, Silver found a bunch of very small, five-petaled pale pink flowers;

But when Silver went to a certain tree in the courtyard to thank for the branch, the little birds pecked at the flowers and looked kind of confused. Although animal language wasn’t Silver’s forte, he managed to ask if this was a gift from them and the answer was no. This made him very surprised. Who could it have been then?;

The other times these bouquets appeared on Silver's table, there was a small card with the name of the flower and its meaning. “Diosma: your simple elegance charms me”. The mysterious handwriting at least gave good indications that it really was a human being sending the diosmas. Silver knew some flowers meant something, but he never imagined someone would direct one especially for him.;

Silver passed to collect these diosmas and placed them in a vase in his room, treating them with the utmost care. But because it was starting to die and flare up, he sought your help on how to best treat them. You were surprised and when you asked why, Silver replied that he wanted to take care of the feelings of this person who so kindly handed him flowers;

Diosma is a shrub with thin branches, a small ornamental flower, blooming in mid-winter until mid-spring. Silver was surprised to find that there was already a small flower bed with diosmas in the school grove, in an area where it managed to receive full Sun. You began to meet more in these places to admire the little flowers and talk together;

Even though Silver didn’t suspect anything — it wasn’t his style to jump to conclusions — deep down, he found himself wanting you to be the one pleasing him with these little gifts. Silver might not have been very aware that people called him “airhead” but you were one of the few people who saw something really special about him despite all his odds;

Was that what it meant to have a simple charm? Although Silver couldn’t be compared in power and elegance to the Thorn Fairy, you praised him for who he was and loved his simplicity. One day, you called Silver to go on Ramshackle and you showed him a small place at the back of the mansion which you turned into a kind of winter garden for your flowers;

Among them were some gardenias. A flower that had a bud the size of a rose but was completely white and its open petals enhance its own kind of beauty. You allowed Silver to hold one for a closer look while you detailed some facts about this moisture-loving flower. “Gardenias mean ‘purity, sweet love and... you are lovely’. Just like you, Silver,” you said;

Silver raised his gaze from the gardenia to you, as if admiring the beauty of another flower. With his attention on you, you revealed that you were the person who was sending the diosmas flowers because you liked him. More than liked, these feelings blossomed enough to become love. “I-i’ll understand if you don't feel the same way and...,” but Silver interrupted you for a moment;

If you've ever wondered what it was like for flowers to feel the Sun shining above it, this moment gave you the answer. Silver gave you a small smile, delicate and subtle as the opening of a gardenia bud. He stepped forward and stood right next to you;

“I don't know much about flowers but do you have any that I can give you to say ‘I love you too’?,” Silver asked, honestly. You knew that wasn’t a flirtation, and yet your heart failed briefly, as if put to sleep in a quarter of a second. That there was such a flower, you knew but, what you really said was that Silver could just hand you a kiss and you would understand the same.

For some time now, Azul had been finding small bouquets of pink camellias on his table almost every morning. The flowers came with a small note written “longing for you” — what Azul came to discover was the meaning of that little pink flower with more circular petals. Even if these flowers appeared out of nowhere, Azul never left it to die;

He happened to have a special vase in his VIP office to place the camellias. Sometimes, during one of his study breaks or dorm accounting, Azul would pick up one of the flowers to analyze it better. In the sea where he came from, there were no plants like that. Earthly nature was very fascinating to him;

As you understood a lot about flowers, Azul sometimes asked you for help to know what to do with the camellias and also took advantage of this time to be by your side. Azul liked to touch the camellias’ petals —  not all the time — just to feel its softness and delicacy. It brought a good feeling to him, even more so for making him remember you too;

The few times you touched Azul — holding his hand to ask for something, squeezing his face when you felt he should stop and rest, or simply touching his nose in a playful way — it was like the touch of a camellia. You were a beautiful flower and even suffering from the strong winds of life’s difficulties, you were able to withstand the winter;

At some point, Azul suspected that you were the person who left the pink camellias on his desk before the students arrived in class. You had means, opportunities, advantages. But he couldn’t think of a reason why. Does it have anything to do with the meaning of the flower? Azul chuckled to himself at the thought of these things, but it was a humorless laugh;

It was he who longed for you. To talk more with you, to have your smile, to feel your touch and hear with your words that you liked him back. But Azul didn’t allow himself to be delusional. He knew you wouldn't be able to have deep feelings about him. Not the pathetic Azul who takes advantage of others magic, does nothing but mask defects and cry when everything goes wrong. You deserved something genuine, high-quality, and… not him;

“This is a coral honeysuckle,” you explained when you showed the flower to Azul. It was an ordinary afternoon, you had called Azul to stroll through the Botanical Garden. There you showed him a special pot for a climbing plant with narrow, long, petals with the color of coral. From what you commented, it was a flower whose fruit couldn’t be consumed and should be pruned a little after flowering so as not to infested on other plants;

Azul adjusted his glasses, as always impressed with your knowledge. He asked the meaning of the flower and you took a deep breath for a moment before plucking a small branch and reaching out to him. “It usually means affection. Love full of devotion,” you confessed, feeling your heart beat fast. “I ... think it seems a lot like you too.”;

Azul was speechless when he accepted the branch. He put his hand a little closer to his face, the honeysuckle flowers masking his rosy cheeks. Was that a confession? He needed a moment to process everything. This meant that it was really you who was leaving the camellias on his table;

You said you’d wanted to declare your feelings for a while, but you didn't know how. With the delivery of the camellias, you longed for Azul to knock on your door at any time to ask what to do with them, and since this is one of his talents, Azul has fulfilled your wish effectively;

“Only you can see grace, beauty and qualities in a flower that loses its head and another that goes over in everything that lies ahead,” Azul approached you with a small smile. His eyes were as sweet as honey. Before you could say anything, Azul wrapped you in a tight hug. You were close enough to hear his heart beat like a festive maritime orchestra. 

Epel found it curious to find a bunch of apple blossoms on his desk that morning. No one had any idea how those flowers came to be there either. All he had was a simple card with the words: “Good fortune. Better things to come.” This same thing repeated itself over the days and Epel continued without a clear answer;

Still, given the fact that he was still stressing over some of Pomefiore’s stuff and he was trying harder than ever at the Magift Club, receiving those words of motivation made Epel’s heart pound harder. Whoever was rooting for him, he appreciated it! More than saying what Epel absolutely should do or what he wanted to hear, these were true caring words. He could feel it;

As Harveston is a town full of apple trees, Epel wasn’t surprised by the arrival of blossoms from the trees in early spring. The apple trees on the school campus were enchanted, so there were some full of flowers and others already with the ripe fruits. Since childhood, Epel liked to watch the blossoms when they opened;

When Epel found you, he showed the flowers to you and went into detail about the aspects and utilities of them. Apple blossoms are small, has five white petals with a little pink inside. Some still in the bud have an even darker and more intense pink. You watched Epel excitedly comment on stories about the apple blossoms — family memories and some old village legends;

But it was you who commented on the meaning of the flower — the same as the sayings on the card. At first, Epel thought it was just a coincidence that you knew this. Well, he liked you for a long time and you two talked enough that you knew what he needed. But Epel didn’t want to fool himself for nothing. You just really liked flowers;

Epel took advantage of all those apple blossoms to make tea and share with his dorm. Dried apple tree petals can help relieve stress. It made him wonder if, for you, he could be useful in anything. You can use a lot from an apple, from the flower to the fruit. Except when it's completely rotten or have bugs inside;

However, even if the world told Epel that he had a rotten part — a stain inside his beautiful, glossy apple, a poison that should be eradicated just because — you didn’t make him feel that way. Epel strove to get better in what he could, that was good, but you looked at him in a different way. Not for what he looked like, but for who he was. Made him feel at home, loved;

“I found these primroses in the village and I'm thinking of planting the seeds in the garden. It will be easy, it’s a very determined type. It can adapt to anything,” you giggled as you showed a small vase of flowers to Epel in Ramshackle’s front yard. Primroses were small flowers with well-flattened petals, those ones were especially purple;

Epel had found it quite pretty, so he asked if you knew its meaning. At that moment, he noticed that you seemed to get a little anxious all of a sudden. But you took a deep breath and replied, “It does... I can’t live without you.” Epel got surprised for a second, almost wondering if you had said that more to him than about the flower;

So you told everything. About the flowers that Epel found every morning, about your feelings. Because the love that Epel sprouted in your heart was blooming with the rise of early spring, finally giving petals and would continue to grow until it produced fruits. But, if he wanted to pull the root out, you couldn’t do anything. You didn't want to force your love on him, ever;

“What in the big bull’s shit are ya sayin’? Of course I like you!,” Epel touched your shoulder and you faced him again. As expected, his pale face had some pink reflections just like apple flower petals. But Epel had mustered all his courage to reciprocate your feelings once and for all. You took a primrose, kissed one of its petals and offered it to him to do the same. He smiled, still a bit embarrassed. You’re a good ol’ lovey-dovey person, aren’t ya? 

Hi! If it’s okay with you, can I request headcanons for Malleus finding out his s/o wants to break up with him because they feel they aren’t good enough for him?

No tender words ward off the dark.

Malleus Draconia x reader headcanons (slight angst, happy ending, set after the ghost bride event no main story spoilers)

wc: 1.2k

authors note: I ended up twisting this a little bit because it’s not full on angst? also this was not intended to be this long but things happen I guess ! not beta read.

“Well Malleus just can’t marry off anybody, ghosts included.” Once the words leave Lilia’s mouth you’re left stunned. Of course it should be a relief now there’s no chance that Eliza would be marrying your boyfriend, but now that you think about it, would there even be any future with your boyfriend?

Cue the worst train of thoughts you’ve had in your life. Anxiety bubbles in your stomach every time you even look towards Malleus, your brain hurts just even thinking about the consequences. Maybe Lilia was just talking out of his side to protect Malleus, yes that must be it!

Of course that dark pit never refuses to leave you and the worries build up and up until they finally explode one night. It’s late and you unfortunately can’t take it anymore, there’s no concrete proof that Malleus will refuse to be with you simply because of your status as a citizen. Plenty of royals from where you’re from have gotten married to plain old commoners. However can the same be said for Twisted Wonderland?

With that last sentence echoing in your mind you set off on a mission. Malleus already gives you little tiblets on what Fae culture is like as well as some history on Briar Valley however it’s not enough, not enough to satisfy the ever consuming hunger that’s now ripping apart your body.

Days and days on end are spent held up in the school library researching all you can trying to get a glimpse if Lilia’s words hold any weight. Nothing provides a concrete answer.

Your friends; namely Ace, Deuce and Grim start noticing that you’ve been spending less and less time with them and especially with Malleus. Despite how much those three do not take notice of anything at all they’re starting to see the signs of your restlessness.

You wave them off with a hand, studying for upcoming exams, a lot of work to do considering the circumstances in which you stumbled upon twisted wonderland. Thankfully they seem to buy it, others however not so much.

Unfortunately for you Lilia is far too wise for his seemingly young age to not notice your deterring state, he pauses on the thought for a while unsure on whether to pull you about it.

It isn’t until Malleus begins to express his worries over you and when he then finds you hunched over what looks to be about five books on the culture of Briar Valley.

Okay he’s definitely let this go on far too long.

Immediately rushes to Malleus and tells him about the scene he’s just saw, urges Malleus to go and try to talk about what is going on. Of course Malleus then spends the next hour rehearsing the things that he plans to say to you as well as how to coerce you to even talking to him.

All that Malleus knows and understands is that you’ve been ignoring him for weeks now and all of a sudden Lilia has found you buried in five volumes of books on Briar Valley’s history.

Malleus is stumped as to what you could even be researching so hard.

The dorm thinks and thinks but they really can’t seem to put their finger on it. Sebek goes with the idea that you really did just want to learn about the amazing land as well as brush up on your incredibly lacking knowledge of the Draconia family. Malleus shoots this down, bringing up your talks together.

Silver is mostly at a loss opting to go with the route of thinking about what’s happened in the past couple of weeks for this bout of isolation from you.

It isn’t until Lilia’s face perks up that he realises what the source of your sadness is. A mischievous expression appears on his face as he does his signature laugh, Malleus of course notices this confusion written all over his face.

Lilia brings Malleus in close and starts to whisper in his ears, soon the whispering dies down and Lilia’s words finally set into Malleus’ brain which causes a deep laugh to arise out of him. Sebek cheers Malleus on loudly, Silver can only sigh at the migraine he’s about to get.

We need to talk.

The message is daunting but you’ve been expecting it nonetheless, taking a deep breath you type your reply.

Yes I agree. Meet outside ramshackle?

You don’t get a verbal answer only seeing the green light sparks that surround the outside of your rundown dorm.

“Malleus.” Your voice quivers and is quaint, he’s missed it so much. He wants to hold you and never let you go; but that look in your eyes tells him that you’re slipping from him with every second.

You allow him to bring a hand to your cheek which cups it gently, you nuzzle into his cheek however you don’t allow the sensation to last long when you push yourself away from him.

You turn away from him, tears in your eyes. Your name is spoken softly from his mouth much like how the tears roll down your face.

“We can’t be together no more,” you say this and Malleus is very confused. He's waiting for you to explain but you don’t.

He tries to find the words that will tangle him out of this mess yet he finds that his own body betrays him, the silver in his pocket burns.

“I don’t understand,” he finally murmurs out. “Have I done something wrong?” You quickly turn towards him, shaking your head furiously.

“No of course not I-I was just thinking about our future and—“ you pause, he allows you to continue— “The heir to Briar Valley needs a suitable partner! Not some commoner who doesn’t even know how to use magic.” Your voice hiccups as the words blurt out all at once. Malleus stands there stunned.

“Which is why I think it’s best for us to go our separate ways, I don’t want to bring you down.” You sniffle once again, the tears rushing out of you like a waterfall staining your cheeks.

“Why on earth would you think that?” There’s no anger in Malleus’ voice but there’s a hurt, a deep kind of hurt, tone in his voice as he dabs away your tears. He sighs.

“It’s true that I as the Briar Valley’s heir would be betrothed to another, however things have changed now.

Briar Valley may be traditional in the way it presents itself however the time for evolution and change is upon us; that change starts with me and—“ he reaches into his pocket and then gets down on one knee. He speaks your name and then finally reveals what is in his hand.

“Well what did you say!?” Ace rudely interrupts which causes you to frown.

“Don’t interrupt me!” You shout at him, trying to wack at him but failing to do so. “I said no.” The first year’s faces all start to twist before they start shouting at you.

“Weren’t you just really upset over it though, I don’t understand,” Jack says and you shrug.

“I never said I wanted to marry him now, I was just considering the long term effects.” None of them really seem to get it but they’re glad you’re back to your somewhat normal state again.

“So what did ya do with the ring?” Epel asks, eyes big and peering. Your hand dives inside of your school shirt and fishes out a silver ring that’s tied around a chain.

“It’s a reminder,” you say, a soft smile on your lips. You play with the ring, twirling it around your fingers with a soft and dreamy look in your eyes.

The first years are incredibly confused, Ace starts to gag.

dying in their arms

featuring !! malleus draconia, ace trappola, riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, lilia vanrouge, azul ashengrotto, cater diamond, deuce spade, floyd leech, idia shroud, jade leech, kalim al asim, jamil viper, and vil schoenheit.

tw; mention of blood and death

MALLEUS DRACONIA curses himself for being weak. he’s always prided his strength as crown prince, but as you lay in his arms, weak and bloody, he resents himself. 

“i’m sorry,” he murmurs into your palm, kissing the tips of your fingers as you cry. “i am so, so, sorry.” 

you squeeze his hand, tears running down your cheeks as you intertwine your fingers together. “i’m scared, malleus.” you whisper, hands shaking.

malleus has never known pain this excruciating. it pulls him apart, tears his limbs, gnaws at his nerves. 

“wait for me.” he pleads, bowing his head into your arms. “i beg of you.” 

you smile. “i’ll always wait for you, malleus.” 

you’re still smiling when you pass. it’s only hours later does lilia finally pull malleus from your body, eyes red and face gaunt as he whispers his final farewell. 

Continuar lendo

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR LOVE ON MY BARBATOS WORK but you must know i am obsessed with u having a potted plant of four leaf clovers and then the image of just your dog being like GRASS!! GRASS!! I EAT LIKE COW!! Since my own dog likes chewing grass as well skfjdjdns you're such a unique person omg that story is something so special

AQUA I LOVE YOUR WRITING SOOO MUCH YOU NEVER FAIL TO IMPRESS ME!!! THANK YOU FOR SHARING WITH US IT WAS SO SWEET!!! just imagining barbatos in full butler clothes trying to find four leaf clovers with mc is such a charming scene. love is stored in the little things!!!

IT WAS EXACTLY LIKE THAT and I liked my little plant so much but my dog was a MENACE and loved to eat grass. we also have a barbados cherry tree and she'd dig the earth all the time and make a huge mess. I'll not even get started on the potted strawberries seedlings. it was a bit funny tho because none of my other dogs did that, ONLY her

GUESS WHO IS A SSR HALLOWEEN JADE HAVER????

HE CAME HOME <33 (after 90 pulls and making me use all of my gems on him. it was so worth it.)

also my beloved CayCay <3 I got the two SSRs I really wanted on the first day, so I'm very happy!!

now, it's time to bid goodbye to my Ruggie layout (that I had since I started playing bc he's my first SSR), it will be missed

and hello to my halloween Jade layout <3 I want to groovyfy him but I have to wait til the event is over to do so 😭

Hello the Anon who also didn't know why Grims name was Grim. Random thing about twisted did you know Kalim is supposed to be the sultan from Aladdin? Found out about this on a random YouTube comment a couple months ago and I can't let this go-

welcome back anon!!!

this one I did know! tho at the beggining I was very confused on whether Kalim was supposed to be Aladdin, Jasmine, the Sultan or a mix of these, since he's got some traits from all of them. seeing as Jamil is based of Jafar it was easier to get it, especially since on chapter 4 Jamil hypnotizes him to overthrow him just like Jafar was doing to the Sultan!

although there are some characters I'm still not sure about...

yes I'm aware the Heartslabyul students are the card soldiers, as it's pretty obvious, but they also can represent other characters I think. Trey is the Mad Hatter and Cater the White Rabbit, but I'm not sure who Ace and Deuce would be.

Ortho kinda reminds me of Pinocchio, especially on the Wish Upon a Star Event, but I'm not sure who from Hercules he's supposed to be (that might be because I've never watched the movie before lmao the greek mythology obsessed kid inside me would not let Hades get disrespected like that)

Sebek reminds me of Tick-Tock from Peter Pan lol I'm not sure who he's supposed to be either. Lilia is a bit like the three good fairies bc he takes Silver in and treats him like his own son, but I'm also not sure if he's supposed to be twisted from them or not?

and lastly, Crowley himself. is he... even based on anyone? is this common knowledge and I'm just out of the loop? I truly have no idea