MurmaiderII but only Twisted Wonderland stuff

And then the music starts. The familiar tune of Pomefiore’s own dorm song playing over the speakers as you glide across the ice. What better way to have Vil with you on the ice than for his voice to flow through your ears while you perform? The smile that forms on his face comes close to being dumb and goofy from how enamored he is with you in this moment. By the skin of his teeth, he manages to correct the smile into a softer, fonder one. 

In the split second of the song’s bridge when Vil has his solo moment, time stops for both of you. You execute a trick with such grace that the crowd goes wild. Even Vil, once his heart starts back up, cheers for you as loud as he can. 

When your routine ends and you receive your standing ovation, you lock eyes with Vil in the crowd. The distance between you two can’t keep you from noticing the way he looks at you like you’re the only two people in the world. You smile at him before you have to leave the ice for the next competitor. Though he hates to see you exit, he looks forward to meeting you after the competition to smother you with the praise you so earned. 

ROOK HUNT

Rook is buzzing with so much excitement that it scares Epel. To be able to witness the woman who stole his heart do what she does best is nothing short of a blessing. His green eyes glitter in tandem with the sequins and rhinestones on your leotard. You had told him earlier in the day you had a small surprise for him. That surprise blasts over the arena speakers as you begin your routine. 

The sound of his own voice singing his heart out fills his ears as you glide across the ice. His whole chest goes hot. This moment is the true love he has dedicated his life to hunting down, watching you spin and leap across the rink with the greatest of poise. This is what his heart has been searching for. 

He could wallpaper his room with photos of you on the ice and be happy. Only Rook has sharp enough eyes to catch how your moves are just the slightest bit steadier every time his voice takes over his dorm’s song. It’s as if he’s holding you up from the rafters, guiding your spine into the exact perfect position to execute another spin. 

When your routine concludes, the applause of the crowd does nothing to drown out the sounds of Rook’s cheers for you. “BEAUTÉ! BEAUTÉ!!” He screams, much to the embarrassment of Vil and Epel. You wave to him from the rink and blow kisses. While he enjoys the competitors that come after you, they cannot compare in beauty and grace to his beloved. 

EPEL FELMIER

An ice skating competition is hardly Epel’s scene, but when his favorite girl is one of the competitors, he can’t not go. With Vil and Rook there to keep him on his best behavior, he can’t exactly scream and cheer for you the way he wants. He’ll do his best to support you with polite applause. He can tell you what he really thinks when the two of you are alone and he can be himself. 

His composure barely holds on when you skate onto the ice and stand in the middle. The music starts, hitting Epel’s ears with a song he’s heard hundreds of times. “HUHHHH?!?!?” He screams. Vil clamps a hand over Epel’s big mouth. Epel clears his throat and apologizes for the outburst. 

But then, you bring out the tricks, spins, and jumps, always executing the hardest moves when Epel’s voice is the only one that can be heard on the song. Vil can’t do anything to keep Epel from whooping and hollering for you. “Y/NNNN!!! YER KILLIN’ IT!!! GO Y/N!!!” 

“You— How dare you! Is this the thanks I get for rescuing you from sleeping on a bench while blackout drunk!?”

“I didn’t ask for your help. I would’ve been fine on that bench. Get off my case.” Apparently, alcohol turns you into Leona. 

“It’s going to rain in half an hour! You would have caught a cold without my help, you idiot.” He tosses his blanket over you and leaves you to groan in nausea for a while as he tries to get some studying done. He can’t focus, too pissed off by how rude and ungrateful you are. 

When it’s time for him to sleep, he realizes the issue with his plan; he has a drunk girl in his bed. He can’t make you sleep on the couch in the dorm lounge where anyone can get their hands on you, so he’ll have to take the couch for himself. “And after all I sacrifice for you, you still won’t thank me…”

“Where do ya think yer goin’,” you slur. “Get over here. Ya know how alcohol does that thing.”

“What thing?”

“The thing where it lowers yer body tempera…. Tempa… Heat.” 

“You have a perfectly good blanket to keep you warm. Get some rest, before you say something that really angers me.”

“I knew it. I’m nothing but a burden to you,” you bitterly scoff. “You never want anything to do with me. You won’t even give me the time of day unless I’m causing you some kinda problem.” You bury your head in his pillow.

“Y/n… We had dinner together last night,” he sighs. “I don’t know where you’re getting this idea that I won’t spend time with you.” You don’t respond, keeping your back to him. He walks over and sits beside you, somehow feeling bad for a fantasy your intoxicated brain created on its own. He squeezes your shoulder. “I’m sorry if you feel I don’t give you the attention you deserve.”

You place your hand over his. “Then, stay with me. Let me pretend that you love me as much as I love you, even if I won’t remember it tomorrow,” you plead. 

“WHAT!?” He pulls his hand away from you so fast that he almost falls off his bed. You whine at the loss of contact, then quickly fall asleep. “Y/n! Wake up at once!” No matter how hard he shakes you, you don’t budge. “Why would you say something like that if you were just going to fall asleep!?”

Your hand reaches for his and grabs it. He buries his red face in his free hand. Your grip is too hard for him to escape. He resigns himself to sleeping next to your drunk self, though his elevated heart rate makes sleep difficult for him. 

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Leona thought inviting you over for a few glasses of brandy would get his mind off his troubles. Looking at your slumped body curled up on the floor, he realizes how wrong he was. Since when did you get so depressed when drunk? Usually, he can look forward to watching you make a fool of yourself when you’ve had one too many. 

“Y/n, get up. This is pathetic.” He hooks his hands under your armpits and tosses you onto his bed. You fall into the mattress like a big sack of potatoes. 

“Like you even care,” you grumble. 

“I care if you spend all night moping on my floor and makin’ it impossible for me to sleep,” he gripes. “You can stay in my bed, but I’m sleeping there too, so you better not kick me in your sleep.”

“No. I can’t stand another second with you. ‘M goin’ home.” Missing the subtle look of hurt on Leona’s face, you stumble to your feet and lurch towards the door. You don’t get far before he grabs you by the waist and drops you back in bed.

“You’re not goin’ out in your state.” He pulls the blanket over you and tucks it into the mattress so tight that you can’t get out. “What’s got you so pissed at me? Usually, I can’t get rid of your annoying ass.”

“That’s the problem right there, Leona. Always stringin’ me along, saying you want me to leave you alone and then inviting me over at night.” Your voice slowly goes up in volume. “Tell me right now; do you have feelings for me or not? Be blunt so I can stop loving you right now if it’s hopeless!” You end with a scream. 

“This… Isn’t funny, Y/n. Don’t joke about things like that.” It has to be a joke, because there’s no way he would believe you just said that.

“Do I look like I’m fucking joking…” With that, you pass out, anger painted on your unconscious face. 

“Oi, don’t fall asleep on me like that!” He’s unable to shake you awake, the only response he gets from you being an annoyed grunt. He scoffs and turns away from you, trying his hardest to sleep. Your words run through his head on repeat. There’s no way you love him. It was a cruel joke. 

He keeps looking over his shoulder at you until he can’t take it anymore and flips to face you. His hand reaches for your face. If you hadn’t stressed him out so much with your ridiculous confession, he would find your furrowed eyebrows funny. His fingers barely brush your cheek before he pulls them back. 

“Y/n… I’ll never let you forget that you ruined my sleep. You better spend the rest of your life trying to make it up to me.” He gazes at you through the night, counting the minutes until you wake up so he can give you a serious talking to. 

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Watching you stare at the coral in Octavinelle’s aquarium is endearing enough to make Azul actually take a break from his work. You look like a mindless fish with nothing behind your eyes. It’s kind of cute, if not a little concerning. You stare for a really long time. He should probably make sure you’re okay. 

“Y/n, do you need help?” He puts a hand on your shoulder. You turn to look at him with dead eyes. 

“I’m good.” Is that vodka he smells on your breath? So, you drank too much and wandered into his restaurant, didn’t you? He thought he might be able to offer you some assistance if you were troubled, but a contract made with someone not in their right mind would be null and void. Plus, he genuinely doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you. 

“My, Y/n, what is it that made you drink yourself into a trance? I’ll take you to my room, where you can stay for the night. When you sober up, we can discuss anything that might be bothering you.” 

“‘Kay.” You let him take your hand and lead you to his room, where he gently lays you down in bed. He goes as far as fluffing up a pillow for you. “How much do I owe you for this? Don’t try asking for anything physical.” His breath catches in his throat. 

“Y/n! I would never ask something like that of you!” He sputters. Clearing his throat, he gets back to fussing over you to distract himself from your comment. “If anything, the best way to repay me is to never do this again.”

“Right. I shouldn’t have assumed you would even want that. Why would you even look at a girl like me?” You sigh. He can’t distract himself from this one. 

“Where is this coming from, Y/n!? I don’t understand!”

“Why did I have to fall in love with an octopus who doesn’t return my feelings…” You mumble, drifting off on Azul’s perfectly fluffed pillow. 

“This is… Not good.” He’s too scared to try waking you up. Instead, he paces around the room, biting his nails, rubbing his temples, smoothing his hair back, anything that can help him stay calm while he takes stock of the situation. You’re passed out drunk, in his bed, with a confession of love heavy in the air. 

Grabbing a spare blanket and pillow, Azul gets as comfortable as he can on the floor. He doesn’t want you to wake up next to him and have you feel like he violated your trust. In the quiet of night, he can hear your peaceful breathing. 

“Y/n, how will I ever begin to tell you what I want to say? What I’ve wanted to tell you for so long?” Azul laments. “This is such an undignified start to our story, my dearest Y/n.” Azul knows he has a silver tongue. When morning comes, he’ll figure out what to say to you. 

JAMIL VIPER

The last thing Jamil wants to deal with after a long day is a drunk woman lying under his desk. Still, seeing your face smushed into one of his floor pillows is pretty amusing, so he might be able to let it slide this time. His footsteps fall closer and closer to your head until you finally look up, greeted by sandal-clad feet.

“Toes.” That’s all you have to say. The childlike simplicity of it earns you a fond chuckle from him. 

“You reek of gin, Y/n. I know a meal that will sober you up quick, but if you want me to make it when I’m off the clock, you’ll need to compensate me.” His attempt to get a favor out of you doesn’t work. Everything he says is in one ear and out the other for you. You simply reach out your hand and pinch his big toe. 

“Life’s a party. You’re a boy. Get turnt with me.” You magically produce a single shot bottle of gin and place it atop his foot. 

“Fine, one won’t hurt.” He bends down and takes the bottle, popping the top and downing it in one go. The bitter taste makes him cringe, but it leaves him feeling a little more relaxed than usual. 

“Shots, shots, shots!” You chant. You drop a few more tiny bottles on his foot. 

“No. Somebody needs to be clearheaded. I indulged you with one. Now, get in bed.” He drags you into his bed.

“Now it’s a party! C’mere, Jamil.” You try to tug him in with you. “Let’s make tonight real… real fun…”

“You’re even more wasted than I thought. I’ll make you that meal after all.” He tries to leave, but you grab his wrist. 

“No. I was jokin’. Stay with me…” You beg. 

“Okay. I’ll stay here until you feel better, but if this happens again, you owe me.” He crawls in next to you, staying close to the edge of the bed. You refuse to be so far from him and drape your limbs over his body like a sloth. 

“In another life, Jamil…” You mumble. 

“In another life what?” He asks. 

“I wouldn’t have to hide my love for you. You wouldn’t be so busy and we could be together. But I know you can never be with me in this life, so I’ll never tell you my feelings.” You fall asleep against his chest. Instant torrents of sweat pour down his forehead. 

“You just told me, dumbass!” He shrieks. You sleep right through the loud noise. He takes another shot of gin after all. It’s the only way to calm his heart enough to prevent a medical emergency. In his rapidly beating heart, he knows you’re right that you can’t be together, which leaves him with the terrible task of letting you know what you said in the morning. In this brief moment, he’ll savor the warmth of your body against his while he still can. 

VIL SCHOENHEIT

“Oh dear, this is not a good look on you.” Vil clicks his tongue in disapproval. He keeps trying to get you to lie down in his bed, but you keep popping back up, trying to convince him to go out on the town. 

“C’moooonn, let’s go to karaoke! It’s still early!”

“It is 11 PM on a Wednesday. You will go to bed, Y/n.” It’s bad enough that you’re ruining your skin by drinking. There’s no way he’s going to let you lose a night’s sleep on top of that. 

“But I feel so—” You cut yourself off with a gag.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Vil leads you to the nearest garbage can, one outside of his room so he won’t have to be the one to clean it. He pats your back while you lean over the trash can, keeping you there until you’re both absolutely sure that your stomach is empty. 

“I just wanted to hang out with you tonight,” you whine. 

“Lucky you, you have my full attention.” He drags you to the bathroom and cleans you up, making you brush your teeth. “I’ll have to use my best moisturizer on you.” He pulls out a small glass skincare container. “This is what I use in the worst skin emergencies.” You lean into his touch as he rubs the cream into your cheeks. 

“Sorry I’m being such a fuck up,” you say. 

“Hey, don’t use such ugly language,” he scolds. “It’s okay to have an off night, but learn from this and don’t do it again.”

“Okay. Thanks for taking care of me. Next time, you can get sloppy drunk so I can take care of you,” you offer. 

“That won’t be necessary. I would never let myself get to this state.” You’re taken back to his room, where you obediently settle into his bed. He wraps your hair in a silk headband and turns on a small aromatherapy machine. 

“Oh, Vil. You’re so good to me, yet make it so hard,” you sigh. 

“You made it hard for yourself. Drinking that much would be hard on anyone’s body.”

“No… I mean, you make it hard to accept that you can’t love me. I know you can have anyone you want, but I wish it was me…” He almost drops the aromatherapy machine when you say that. “I wish you loved me like I love you.”

“Y/n, I— No, you can’t fall asleep now!” Your soft breathing tells him he’s going to be stuck on your words until morning. He can’t wake you up after lecturing you about getting a full night’s sleep. “This is so unfair!”

He paces around the room for a few minutes, trying to calm himself before he accepts that he needs to sleep, too. He gets in bed next to you, wanting to pull you close but knowing he can’t until the two of you talk about what you said. He just hopes he won’t have bags under his eyes in the morning. 

IDIA SHROUD

Idia almost doesn’t let you in when you show up drunk at his door. You look horrible, leaning on the doorframe with a half empty bottle of whiskey hanging from your hand. You look pissed at him. He doesn’t remember doing anything that could have upset you. “Y-Y/n-shi, why are you here!?”

“You… I got shit I gotta say to you. And you’re—” You jab him in the chest. “—gonna listen to me.” Too afraid of what you’ll say to him if he tries to keep you out, he steps aside and lets you in. You flop on his bed and take another hit from the bottle. 

“Uh, you shouldn’t drink so much. Y-you might say something weird.” The list of possible things you might have to say to him runs through his head. This must be it, the moment you finally tell him you’re tired of wasting time with a gloomy shut in like him and that he shouldn’t talk to you ever again. He sits in his gaming chair, bracing himself for the ultimate hit to his heart you’re sure to deliver. 

“I can handle my liquor,” you grunt. You obviously can’t, considering how messed up your hair and clothes are. “This is important. Don’t lemme catch you collecting any login bonuses or checking any messages from Crimson Muscle when I’m talkin’.” He nods in agreement. His hands are too sweaty for that stuff, anyway. He would drop his phone if he tried to hold it right now. 

And yet, you allow silence to hang in the air for far too long. You take one more sip from the bottle before screwing the cap on and placing it on Idia’s floor. It falls to its side without breaking. “A-are you gonna say something?” He prods. 

“Right. That’s why I came here.” You stare into his eyes, something sharp in your gaze. “I’m sick of you—”

“I knew it,” he interrupts, dropping his head in his hands. “I won’t bother you anymore. Sorry I ever wasted any of your time. Idk why I thought a girl would be interested in me talking about anime and games all day.”

“What?” His interjection is so ridiculous that it nearly sobers you up. “Lemme finish, weirdo. I’m sick of you actin’ like ya don’t notice my feelings for you.” 

“FEELINGS!?!?” He screams. His hair burns pink, earning a fond smile from you. 

“I love your goofy otaku ass, Idia. But you’re too damn socially inept to…” You pass out mid sentence. In his bed. 

“Love? Love!? LOVE!?!? Y/n-shi, wake up and tell me this is a joke!” He plays a phone alarm right next to your ear. You swat the phone away without waking up. “This isn’t real! I-I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that. We can go back to normal in the morning, right??” Like many nights, he falls asleep in his gaming chair, only this time it isn’t because he stayed up gaming. There’s no way he can sleep next to his drunk crush, even if she might have just confessed. 

MALLEUS DRACONIA

When Malleus invited you over for a few glasses of wine, he severely underestimated the limits of the human body. Half a bottle of his finest Cabernet has you dancing around his room with zero grace while you babble incoherent nonsense. 

“These curtains are like… Wooow!” You grip the curtains and hang on them. “Are these made of silk or something? This school is nuts!”

“Please be careful. You’re going to tear them down.” Malleus rushes over to you and pries you from his poor shades. They’re terribly crumpled where you manhandled them. “I think it’s time for you to go to bed. You need to sleep off the wine.”

“I’ll only sleep if you stay with me~” You tug him into bed with you.  

“If it stops you from destroying my room, then very well.” Shaking his head, he crawls into bed with you and pulls the covers over you. Your hand suddenly cups his cheek, making his breath hitch. 

“Your face feels warm. Malleus, are you blushing!?” You laugh. “I didn’t know you could do that!”

“D-don’t tease me, Y/n!” Malleus sputters. “This is just… My first time laying with a woman like this…”

“Really? But you’re so old!” Your insult makes him sit up in bed in disbelief.

“I am not old! 178 is young for my people!” He defends, his childish pout making you laugh harder. 

“So old and still embarrassed to be in bed with a girl… Ah, Malleus, you’re so much more adorable than you let on.” You pull him back down, resting his head on your chest. The sound of your heartbeat both calms him down and aggravates his blushing. 

“You’re such a strange creature,” he sighs. “Then again, that must be why I enjoy your company so much, Child of Man,” he chuckles. Your body heat against his cold blooded skin brings him comfort, like a lizard basking on a rock in the sun. 

“Aw, does that mean you love me too? Are we finally a couple? Just kidding, I know that’s only a dream of mine…” You snuggle close to him and drift off, not noticing the increase in his heart rate.

“Say that again. I must have misheard you,” he begs. “Y/n, I need to know what you said!” He tries to gently nudge you awake, but you’re out. “Do you have any idea how cruel it is to leave me with that!?” He’s trapped in your embrace for the night, his neck craning uncomfortably to rest on your collarbone. 

“Love me forever, Malleus…” You unconsciously whisper. He grips your shirt harder than you were gripping his curtains earlier.