may may

Azul

Azul has no issues with Rielle, really.

He had never bullied him or made any hurtful comments about his appearance.

This of course, didn’t mean he was off the hook, he was still a prince, an incredibly wealthy prince.

He was an easy mark, someone naive, incredibly impulsive, and oh so curious.

Azul had plans to take advantage of that in the future so he couldn’t let his mask slip.

But when Rielle looked at you like that it was hard not to let the insecurity slip through the cracks…

“Wow so awesome! A human, and you’re magicless too? That’s so fascinating, you have to tell me everything about it! How do you get around? What kind of things do you eat? Do you like to dance?”

Rielle bombards you with question upon question, barely stopping to take a breath. He was chipper, bubbly, and curious about everything you had to say. Every word was followed by another question, and then another, and another.

The prince had already lived on land for two years now, though it wasn’t something that was easy to tell. He had so many questions about being a human and even more about you being magicless. It would be a little intrusive if it wasn’t for his earnest smile.

However, you got the feeling however that not everyone in the area thought as positively about him as you did. Azul, standing next to you as Rielle prattled off all his questions, smiled quietly though you could make out a slight tremor in his lips. The detail would be impossible for anyone else to notice but you had grown to know Azul quite well, him being your boyfriend and all.

“Rielle, could we have a moment alone please?” You asked politely, though the boy only turned to look at you with a confused expression. “Huh, why? I have so many more questions to ask!” He frowned but quickly caught on when you gave him a stern look before gesturing with your gaze to Azul.

“Oh… right! Sure thing, i’ll go see how Minajael is doing.” His smile found its rightful place back on his face as he darted off to go find Minajael. After Rielle was completely out of ear shot you turned to Azul whose smile wavered slightly. “You okay?” You asked, gauging his reaction to the question.

“Fine, i’m perfectly fine.” He spoke at a level tone though the smile that he was previously wearing had dropped. “Why ever would you think otherwise?” “You just seemed kinda…” You shrugged, hesitating to come up with a word to describe what you observed, “tense, I guess.”

“Tense, you say? I haven’t the foggiest idea as to why you would think I was tense. Why, i’m perfectly content to watch you become best friends with the overly enthusiastic prince of the Coral Sea.” So that was his issue.

“Are you jealous?” A small chuckle escaped your lips before you could react. “Don’t laugh! I am not jealous. That’s ridiculous. I have no reason to be jealous of him, no matter how popular or attractive he may be… I-I am far more successful and far more intelligent, so obviously I have nothing to worry about.”

His words were confident but his body language told another story. His arms were crossed in front of his chest and he wasn’t making direct eye contact with you. His lip quivered slightly as he talked and you noticed his hand trembling as he reached up to adjust his glasses.

“You don’t, you know,” you spoke, “have anything to worry about.” You reached over and gripped his hand. “I like you way more than anyone else, ‘cause you make all my wishes come true without trying.”

A small snort escaped his nose before he turned to you. “That’s awfully cheesy, don’t you think?” You simply shrugged, leaning over to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. “Maybe, but it worked in cheering you up didn’t it?”

“Indeed,” he smiled and looked over at you, a light pink color dusting his cheeks. “Now I just need to show everyone else that i’m far better than that naive little prince and prove everyone who once looked down on me wrong.”

Jamil

Jamil thought that he could finally get away from spoiled brats for a while.

But whatever god exists clearly does not look down fondly at him.

Instead of Kalim he now has to deal with Minajael, which means trading in his regular spoiled brat for a spoiled, entitled prince.

He never could get away from the life of servitude, could he? and Minajael had the gall to act like he was the annoying one?

Nothing pissed Jamil off more than a rich person who was unaware of their privilege and entitlement

Except maybe the way you listened eagerly to Minajael talking…

Minajael was a unique person. You had meet several princes during your stay in twisted wonderland but none quite like him. He had a strong dislike for his title and all the restrictions that came with it.

He was a little standoffish at first but not any more so than anyone that you’ve met before. You were always interested to meet new people from this world so you asked him about himself. He opened up to you about his life relatively quickly, saying something about how you’re “easy to talk to.”

You listened to his stories about palace life, nodding along and sympathizing with his woes. “I just want to be treated like a normal person, you know, have normal problems.” You offered him words of comfort as he continued talking.

Jamil, however, was seething in the corner. He tried his best to remain calm and collected, after all he didn’t want his behavior in front of the prince of the Scalding Sands to get back to his family. Outwardly he still looked relatively calm but you could feel the anger coming off of him in waves.

Minajael could also sense the shift in mood too as while the two of you were chatting he took occasional glances over in Jamil’s direction. This only served to infuriate Jamil more as you watched his lips drop from a tight smile to a harsh line.

Despite the intriguing conversation that you were having with Minajeal you decided to excuse yourself to go check on Jamil. A smirk tugged on Minajeals face as watched you walk away, giving only a lazy wave as a parting gesture.

When you approached Jamil his features softened ever so slightly. “Hey, you seem upset. What’s wrong?” You ask, looking at his elegant face for any change in expression. “Him.” He speaks in a measured tone but his expression darkens ever so slightly as his gaze flickered to Minajeal.

“Him?” You repeat, following his gaze over to where Minajeal stood, now talking with Rielle. “What did he do to you?” A moment of silence passed as Jamil gathered his thoughts.

“He can have whatever he wants. He never has to ask for anything, to fight for anything, or prove that he’s worthy.” Hey paused again. “I’ve had to fight for my right to have anything. I don’t want him to take away what i’ve had to fight so hard for.”

“He’s a prince but I don’t think he can just take your stuff.” You spoke optimistically though an annoyed glare from Jamil made you think for a moment longer. “Wait are you talking about me?”

“You’re so dense. Obviously I’m talking about you. There’s not really a whole lot of other things that I care about after all.” He huffed in an exasperated manner though you could tell he was calming down.

“You’re the dense one if you think i’d ever leave you!” You shot back, earning you a soft chuckle from Jamil. “You’re definitely still the denser one. It’s a shame I like you so much.” He let out a faux sigh, shaking his head before grinning at you once more.

Vil: Skincare

first things first, you will be getting scolded, vil is incredibly displeased that you haven’t been taking care of yourself

“You’re too reckless and spend too much time stressing over things. It’s useless to stress on things you cannot control and it will give you wrinkles.” You watch as he looks you up and down, his lips pursing ever so slightly. “I’ll fix this. I shall make you forget all your stress and return to your natural beauty.”

in a moment he has you sat in his room as he pulls your hair back and places a facemask on you

“I know that it’s difficult for you, but you’ll need to keep your mouth shut, alright?”

don’t take it personally, he’s just still miffed that you weren’t taking good care of yourself

really, must everything be his job?

he then goes on to grab a bottle of lotion before putting some on his hand before rubbing it onto your own hands and forearms

by the end of the whole interaction your skin will no doubt be as soft as a rabbits tail

before sending you off he makes you promise to take better care of yourself, never worry him like that again!

Rook: Journaling

rook knows a thing or two about journaling: specifically scrapbooking!

he knows just how cathartic it can be to get one’s feelings out all on a page

he’ll even provide you a journal to use, don’t worry, he has plenty of empty ones that he would be more than happy to give to you

as soothing as it may be to finally have an outlet for your feelings; rook peeking over your shoulder the whole time just adds to your anxiety

“Peeking, me? Ah, I concede that my curiosity got the better of me, I do sincerely apologize. I just couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty that is your true feelings. But non, non! I shall stop admiring your penned words and busy myself with my own.”

as nosy as he was with your writings any attempt for you to look at his own was met with a closed journal.

however if you begged and pleaded, perhaps he’d give you a peak into his inner thoughts- wait is this vil x neige fanfiction?!

“It’s a first draft, I do apologize if it’s messy. It’s a bit embarrassing, but please let me know if you have any notes.”

Epel: Exercise

he’s gonna get you feeling better by doing his favorite self care activity!

he never really liked yoga as he considered it effeminate but vil showed him that yoga can be a intense workout

he’ll show you how cool he is even when he’s on the ground on all fours

“Take a lookie at how flexible I am!” Epel smirked triumphantly as he stood up from his position of standing forward bend. “Now you try! It might hurt a little bit but that just means you’re getting stronger. Maybe you’ll be a strong as me one day.” He chuckled at his own teasing statement as he watched you get into your position.

epel also enjoys lifting weights to build up his muscles (it also makes him feel more manly but don’t tell anyone that)

however if you want to go for a more casual workout he’ll find some smaller weights for the two of you to use

epel, as reckless as he may be, knows the importance of taking breaks and not pushing yourself too far! after all you came to him to make you feel better, he doesn’t want you to leave half dead

he also makes sure you get tons or water, or apple juice if you’d prefer it, he wants you hydrated so you guys can keep hanging out for longer!

It’s been a long day, it had been only a day, right? You halfheartedly stirred the soup that you held in your hands, glancing over to make sure wasn’t causing too much trouble for everyone. He was, as usual, but Silver and Sebek seemed to have it under control so you went back to mulling over your soup.

A gruff voice snapped you out of you thoughts. “You want this? I can’t stomach all this human food.” Lilia, or better known as General Vanrouge in this dream, stood behind you holding his own bowl of soup.

“Oh, no thanks, I’m still kinda working on mine.” You shook your head as you pointed at your own still half full bowl of soup. “You don’t like it either? Figures that even humans wouldn’t like this.”

“No it’s not that. It’s good.” You spoke, turning your gaze from him to look back over into the core of the fire. “I just have a lot on my mind right now. It’s been a strange day.”

“I don’t care about your plight.” He frowned though he made no effort to walk away. In fact he walked closer, settling down next to you on the log where you sat. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes before he spoke again.

“Dammit. I know i’m gonna regret this but you can talk to me about it.” He paused before signing, “I don’t need anyone distracted. This mission is extremely important, everyone needs to be alert. So out with it already.”

You stared at him bewildered for a moment. You were aware that the normal Lilia was a nice guy and always ready to help anyone in need but you hadn’t expected General Vanrouge to be so courteous.

“Um well basically.. I’m worried about my friend. He’s a nice guy despite what everyone thinks of him but he’s in a lot of trouble right now. He doesn’t want to hurt anybody, he’s just scared. Scared to be alone.”

You look up at him hesitantly mid rant, he looks bored but he’s still looking at you and still listening. “You humans and your sentimentality.”

“Well anyway, that’s why the four of us are here, we want to help our friend and we think a good way to do that is by helping you. But we can’t leave him alone too long or something bad might happen. So that’s why we intend to help you get to the castle as soon as possible.”

“That isn’t your responsibility you know.” Your gaze is quizzical and he cuts you off before you can say another word. “That guy: your friend. He’s not your responsibility. You don’t have to help him and you don’t have to help us. You seem like the type to carry other’s burdens on your shoulders but you don’t have to. But it seems like you have people that care about you, so you don’t have to carry all these burdens by yourself.”

Several moments of silence pass as you both continue to sit in front of the fire. You mull over the things that he said to you before you crack a determined smile. “You’re right. I don’t have to. But I want to because both of you are my friends and I want us to rely on eachother!”

He sighed loudly, “I was right. I did regret that.”

Riddle

Riddle hardly remembers his overblot. He remembers the dual with Ace and Deuce and then Ace punching and taunting him. From there on all he remembers is seeing red. He knew he did bad things, unforgivable things, things that were certainly not right. But this- he didn’t do this, did he?

Branches from the Heartslabyul rose bushes wrapped around your limbs; thorns cutting into your skin like a million tiny knives. He wanted to run to you, to stop it, yet his hands only tightened on his scepter causing in turn for the rose bushes to tighten around your skin.

Your cries of pain made him ill. When he opened his mouth to call out for you he was unable to control the words that spilled out of his mouth, “Now you see, I am right!” Flames, his flames, spread quickly through the Heartslabyul garden. The roses he cultivated for so long, put so much time and effort into, reduced to ash within moments.

And suddenly in one quick moment, a simple flick of his wrist, you are impaled with a particularly sharp rose bush branch. He hurt you- he killed you! He wants to scream out for you, but his body betrays him. He can’t stop the maniacal laughter coming from his mouth as he continues his rampage. He’s about to strike another student-

Bzzt!

His eyes shoot open as labored breathing escapes from his mouth. He clutches his chest as his heart beats out of his chest. It was a dream, “just a dream,” he repeats to himself in an attempt to comfort himself. He turns to his phone lying next to him on his nightstand as it buzzes again. It was you.

>Prefect: You’re probably asleep but idk i was just thinking about you. ❤️

>Prefect: Just looked at the clock. You’re definitely asleep.

You were fine. You were alive, in one piece, safe your bed. He’d have to scold you tomorrow for saying up so late, but for now that wasn’t his priority. He wrote back a quick message before he went back to sleep, after all he must be well rested if he is to help you study tomorrow.

>You (Riddle Rosehearts): ♥️

Leona

Was overblotting Leona’s best moment? Not really. But did he regret his whole plan to take down Diasomnia? Nah. But he did regret hurting Ruggie and he especially regretted hurting you.

But he didn’t remember hurting you this much. He only remembered using King’s Roar on Ruggie and yet here you were in front of him turning to sand before his very eyes. Your hand slowly disintegrated into sand as the wind picked it up and carried it across the field. You were disappearing slowly and soon you’d be gone forever. All because of him.

It’s all because of his stupid pride. All because of his desire to be number one for once. He couldn’t see what was really important and now he was about to lose that too. He knew King’s Roar acted fast but he never expected it to be this fast acting on a human. Within only minutes you were reduced to a pile of sand and that too was carried away with the wind. He had lost you. He had killed you; he really was the monster everyone had feared he would become-

“Leona.” A groggy voice and a hand shaking his shoulder lightly made him peek his eyes open. “Hey I think you were having a nightmare. Are you okay?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes as you tried your best to stay awake.

You. You were fine, safe, and in his bed. “Mm fine now.” He pulled your head against his chest as he took a deep breath to calm down.

“Your heart is beating crazy fast. What were you dreaming about, Cheeka coming to visit?” You teased while resting your head against his chest.

“Shaddup and lemme go back to sleep.” He huffed though he kept his eyes open as she stared at your face. He found comfort in your presence and got this moment he didn’t want to go to sleep, he just wanted to be with you.

Azul

Azul’s overblot was a new personal low, how could he ever allow himself to become so pathetic again? All his begging and crying: he was no better than he was ten years ago, still that desperate little octopus.

How pathetic; he really was everything awful his childhood bullies said about him. Except, he wasn’t weak anymore. He had power, too much power, the power to hurt. And he used it.

His tentacles wrapped around everything in sight, a desperate attempt to remain in control of the situation. You just so happened to be one the closest thing to him. A tentacle of his wrapped around your torso, encroaching further and further up your body squeezing tighter at any feeble attempts to get him to stop.

He didn’t want to hurt you, why was he doing this? His tentacle tightened around your throat and you began to turn blue in the face. He was strangling you: he was killing you. He tried to move, to stop, to do anything but this but his own feeble attempts did nothing to stop the color from draining from your face.

In a moment he jolted awake, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he frantically grabbed for his glasses on the bedside table. Once he was able to see again he picked up his phone and immediately dialed your number. His breathing steadied as you picked up, “Azul… it’s the middle of the night. Is everything okay?” Your groggy voice caused a sigh of relief to escape from him.

“Yeah. Yeah everything’s fine now. I just wanted to hear your voice.” His halfhearted attempt to lie didn’t fool you as you asked, “can we stay on the phone for a little longer?” So you and Azul remained on the phone for the rest of the night, finding comfort in the sound of each others voice.

Jamil

All he wanted was recognition and freedom. Was that truly such a selfish thing to ask for? Well apparently so as even the universe was against him, even his own body went against him and overblotted. He just couldn’t have one happy moment, could he?

Stupid Kalim, making everything worse as always. He considered them friends, what a load of bull, like he’d ever purposely seek out his company. And don’t get him started on Azul and those other two: the most annoying and infuriating people to ever exist, butting in where they don’t belong.

But you, well he couldn’t help but feel a little bad, it was his fault you got involved in the first place. You just wanted to help: you were stupidly nice and naive like that. It wasn’t your fault you got caught in the crossfire, but still you were with them, you were trying to stop him so you had to go.

When he launched the six of you into the far regions of Scarabia, he hadn’t expected you to return. But you did.. or at least he thought you did. He sat for several minutes waiting for you to return as he was fed grapes and fanned with comically large palm leaves. Yet you still never returned.

Had he truly stranded all of you in the middle of the Scarabia desert leaving you all to starve or freeze or die from heat exhaustion. Is this truly what he wanted: to be a killer?

Beep beep

Jamil shot up at the sound of his alarm. He woke up from the nightmare: just a nightmare not real, everything’s fine in real life. So like normal, Jamil bottled up his problems and began the day. You would hardly be able to tell anything was wrong to begin with. However, later in the day when Kalim invited you to Scarabia for a party he put up no argument and you could see a small smile on his face. He hates taking care of people but when it’s you it’s not so bad.

Vil

Ugly. He was so ugly. His hatred was ugly, his behavior was ugly, but worst of all in that moment Vil himself was ugly. He was as ugly as the shadow of the old woman who lingered behind him, the one who whispered to him to do all these awful things.

He almost killed Neige. He was so close to getting rid of his rival forever, though he wouldn’t become the most beautiful fairly by doing it that way. And he especially wouldn’t become the most beautiful by hurting his friends, by hurting you.

But here he was laughing cruelly at the VDC’s feeble attempts to stop him and take him down. The air was thick and full of poison that the group was ingesting quickly. Grim was the first down, then Ace and Deuce, and then you. You fell to your knees coughing after ingesting so much poison, you clutched your chest as you writhed on the ground.

In a moment you were motionless on the ground, your face lacking the color that he usually found so appealing. His poison had caused you to collapse: to die. The fate that he had reserved for Neige instead caused you to pass away. How ugly he was.

Within moments Vil’s eyes shot open his haggard breathing echoing around his bedroom. He sat up and slid out of his bed as he made his way to his en-suite bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror as he sighed. He quickly washed his face and smoothed out his hair before he made his way back to his bed and back to sleep.

The next morning Vil appeared at the doorstep of Ramshackle dorm, greeting you with his signature celebrity smile. “Good morning dear. Let’s walk to class together this morning. Shall we?”

Idia

If only he was born into a normal family; none of this ever would have happened. He might have had real friends, he might have had a brother who wasn’t dead, but he guessed this life wasn’t so bad. He did get to meet you after all.

So why was he seeing this? He was in the Styx facility on the way to Tartarus, he was overblotted. Ortho was there, the original Ortho, the one made of flesh and bone, or at least he used to be. Now his figure resembled more of a large black monster, something dangerous.

The nine of you hardly stood a chance, and you alone stood none, so when your chariot crashed into the wall of the tower you tumbled off onto a ledge. You were utterly defenseless, a magicless human from another world. He oughta put you out of your misery, if you can’t even survive in this world how could you survive in his?

Wait, why was he thinking these things? This wasn’t him, he wasn’t like this. But his body and his mind weren’t on the same page and in one quick movement he had Ortho bring his large hand down onto the ledge. Down onto you-

Idia shot awake and sat up quickly, too quickly that his head began to spin. He groaned as she mindless reached for his phone. He had to talk to you, make sure you were okay, make sure it really was just a dream.

>You (Idia Shroud): u up?? i miss you

>Prefect: We saw eachother like six hours ago lol

>You (Idia Shroud): idc :/

>You (Idia Shroud): come over rn. i wanna be w/ u.

>Prefect: Omw (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

Malleus

He only wanted to give everyone a happy dream so they would stay with him. Especially you, he was aware that he was being selfish but he just wanted you to stay. You were his friend, even after discovering his true identity, how could he lose that?

How could he lose you, lose Lilia after all the effort he had put into this, all the magic he had used? And yet there you were collapsed on the ground, motionless and scorched by his flames.

This is why no one wanted to get close to him, this is why he had no friends to begin with, he was a monster, a murderer. He wasn’t deserving of love, all he ever did was cause problems and hurt people.

In a swift moment he awoke, sitting up sharply in his bed before quickly making his way off his bed and over to his closet. With a snap of his fingers he was changed from his pajamas into his regular school uniform and within a blink he had teleported himself to Ramshackle dorm.

He waited outside like he usually did for you, as desperate as he was to see you he had learned from Lilia that one should not enters another property without being invited in. So he waited for several minutes until he saw your form exit Ramshackle, he wasted no time going over to you and quickly pulling you into his arms.

“Child of man.”

“Eh-? What are you doing, are you okay?!”