Characters: Tiny Mermen Azul, Jade & Floyd x Reader
Vibe: fantasy AU, monster romance, tiny mermen, octopus merman, moray eel mermen, magical pet shop, pets to lovers, roommates, magical transformation, cozy fantasy, domestic fluff, found family, mutual trust, protective trio, slow burn, slice of life, affectionate poly romance 🐙🪸🫧💙🤍✨
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When you stepped into the Night Raven Pet Shop, the bell above the door chimed so softly it reminded you of wind chimes stirred by a summer breeze. You hadn’t come with a plan to buy anything.
You just wanted to look, to soothe your mind by watching the slow sway of seaweed, the fish darting like tiny thoughts you couldn't quite catch, and perhaps some cute animals.
"Can I help you with something?" a voice called out from behind the counter.
The shopkeeper had a smile that was perhaps a little too eager. It sounds strange, but there was a peculiar spark in his eyes, like someone who knew more than he was letting on.
"Just looking," you replied, because that was the truth. At least, you thought it was.
In the corner of the shop stood a row of three small tanks, much darker than the others. You stepped closer, resting your fingers against the glass, and at that exact moment, a tiny black octopus latched onto the other side. He was barely larger than your palm. He had eyes like glossy buttons, and for a second, you felt as if he were truly looking at one.
Next to his tank were two smaller ones where two little moray eels wiggled in circles. They looked almost identical, except each had different heterochromatic eyes. Both swayed as if they were dancing.
"This is a special set," the shopkeeper said, leaning toward you as if sharing a secret. "Sea pets. Very intelligent. And..." he lowered his voice, "...they enjoy company."
"It looks more like they already have company," you remarked, looking back at the octopus, who had flattened himself against the glass as if marking his territory.
"That is merely an impression. You know how it is. If you take one, he will be sad. If you take two, it is a compromise. If you take three... they will be happy." The shopkeeper laughed.
"That sounds like a sales pitch," you smirked.
"It sounds like the truth," he corrected you with such conviction that you found yourself wondering if he had just sold you a life-altering decision without you even noticing.
In the end, you left with a small box for the octopus and two securely closed carriers for the eels. It wasn't until you were outside in the cool air that you paused. Where would you put them? You didn't have an aquarium, a tank, or anything that could be called a "suitable environment for marine creatures" in your apartment.
But you had a bathtub. At home, you tried to act calm, as if it were a perfectly normal idea to fill the tub with water, add a bit of salt, drape a few towels over the edge to create shade, and then carefully release your three new roommates.
The octopus immediately suctioned himself to the porcelain. The eels hid under a towel that had dipped into the water and grown heavy. Luckily, it didn't fall in and still provided a shelter. You weighed it down on the sides just to be safe.
"Okay," you said aloud, because the silence made you nervous. "This is temporary. I'll figure something out tomorrow."
During the night, you woke up several times, thinking you heard splashing and once even a low, amused chuckle, like someone laughing into their palm. But you always rolled over, dismissing it as your imagination. Who would have... amused chuckles in their bathroom?
In the morning, you woke up with the feeling that something important had happened, though you didn't know what. You went straight to the bathroom, still in your pajamas, hair messy and eyes sleepy.
The air in there was warmer than yesterday. The tub was still full, but the water seemed clearer, as if it had filtered itself. You leaned over the edge... and froze.
There was no octopus in the tub. There were no eels. In their place sat three... tiny mermen.
Not "little men" in the sense of funny dolls. These were sea people. Mermen. All three were so small they truly could have fit in your palm, but their features were uncomfortably detailed, as if someone had taken real beings and simply shrunk them.
In the middle, leaning against the wall of the tub with his arms crossed, sat a boy with white hair clinging to his forehead. He had an expression that clearly said he was used to negotiating, not begging. His lower half consisted of black tentacles with delicate patterns that immediately reminded you of yesterday’s octopus.
Flanking him were two others, both with long ear-fins and slender, flexible bodies with tails like eels. One had a longer streak of black hair on one side and a smile so sweet and calm it sent a shiver down your spine.
They looked like twins. The second had the streak of hair on the other side, and his eyes sparkled with a wildness, as if he were weighing whether to laugh or bite at any given second.
"Good morning," the one in the middle said perfectly calmly. Your mouth opened, but no sound came out.
"Now this," he continued, "is certainly better than being sold in a glass box."
"Thank you for the kind accommodations. The bathtub is... surprisingly comfortable," the calmer twin said, leaning toward you with a slight bow.
"Hey!" the other one growled, though it sounded more excited than threatening. "You're the girl who bought us! So now we're yours, right? That's awesome!"
"Floyd," the middle one said in a tone that sounded like silk pulled over a blade.
"What?" Floyd smiled innocently, showing off his sharp teeth.
"That is his apologetic way of saying we are glad we ended up with you," the calmer one laughed.
"Jade," the middle one nodded, and only then did you dare to take a breath.
"You... you can talk," you finally whispered.
"We can do many things," the one in the middle replied. "My name is Azul. And they are Jade and Floyd." Azul. Jade. Floyd. The names spread through your mind like ink in water.
"This isn't possible," you muttered, pressing a palm to your forehead. "I bought... pets."
"Pets! That’s the best!" Floyd burst out laughing so hard he held his stomach.
"In a sense, you are right. Only... we aren't animals," Jade answered.
"You don't look terrified," Azul noted, watching you with such composure that you felt like someone who had accidentally entered a contract negotiation without reading the terms.
"I am," you admitted, because lying would be useless. "Just... on the inside."
"That is reasonable," Jade remarked, as if evaluating the weather.
"So now what?" you asked, looking at them, three tiny beings in your tub who suddenly seemed to belong there more than you did.
"Now, we would appreciate... a negotiation." Azul cleared his throat. The sound was absurdly formal, considering he was the size of your hand.
"A negotiation?" you repeated, caught off guard. Floyd crawled closer, placed his hands on the edge of the tub, and hoisted himself up as easily as if water were his natural air. He stopped right by your hand, his eyes gleaming.
"Negotiation means you give us food. And maybe..." he leaned even closer, "...that you keep us."
"Floyd," Azul admonished, but this time there was something in his voice that sounded... uncertain.
"The truth is, we transformed thanks to your care. Certain magical beings react to their environment. Your... improvisation with the bathtub was surprisingly effective." Jade placed a finger on his chin.
"You call it improvisation, I call it desperation," you drifted.
"Nevertheless, you didn't leave us in the box. You didn't throw us out. You didn't forget us." Azul frowned for a moment, then his expression softened.
"Well," you smirked, "I came to check if you were... alive this morning. And you decided to be... this."
"Do you like 'this'?" Floyd grinned.
"It’s... surprising," you chose a safe word.
"Your word 'surprising' has a wide range of meanings." Jade gave you a look full of quiet amusement.
"Fine. So... what do you want?" You took a deep breath.
"We want to stay. With you." Azul straightened up as if preparing to give a speech on stage.
"With me," you repeated, your brain still trying to catch up.
"Yes," he nodded. "And in exchange..."
"In exchange?" You raised an eyebrow. His natural businessman's soul was already audible in that word, even if he was tiny.
"In exchange for your kindness, we offer you protection, company, and..." Azul paused for a moment, searching for the right term, "...reward."
"We can also make you happy," Floyd leaned toward you again, gently tapping your wrist with a finger. He was cold, but pleasantly so.
"Floyd," Jade breathed, sounding like a warning and amusement combined.
"What?" Floyd smirked. "I'm telling the truth." You looked from one to the other. And in that moment, you made your choice.
"I don't have a tank for you," you admitted.
"We have the bathtub!" Floyd said triumphantly.
"A bathtub isn't a long-term solution," you sighed.
"Certainly, certainly. I understand. As your future... roommates..." Azul cleared his throat again, "...we will help you devise a better solution. We are... quite capable." he placed a hand over his heart theatrically.
"And furthermore, if necessary, we know how to be... inconspicuous," Jade added.
"I don't know how to be inconspicuous!" Floyd grinned.
"That's obvious," you said automatically, and then realized it was the first time you’d laughed since morning.
That laugh seemed to unlock something. Azul looked at you more gently. Jade’s smile grew softer. Floyd’s eyes lit up as if he’d won a game you didn’t even know you were playing.
"So," you said slowly, "if I let you stay... what do I do?"
Azul moved to the edge of the tub, and before you knew it, you had carefully picked him up in your palm. He was light and cool, yet his presence filled your whole hand. His fingers were tiny but certain as he leaned against your thumb.
"Start," he said softly, "by trusting us."
"Okay," you exhaled. "I'll try."
Jade rose from the water and, with an elegance that was almost ridiculously aristocratic, offered you his hand. You took him in your other palm, and he placed a light kiss on your finger.
"I admire your courage," he murmured.
Floyd, meanwhile, scrambled onto the edge with such energy you were afraid he’d fall. Instead, he hopped into your palm himself, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and settled there. His tail wrapped around your finger, and he laughed.
"Hehe! It's warm. Your hand is warm!"
"You are... a lot," you breathed, but something sweet spread through your chest.
And so you stood in your bathroom, in your old pajamas, with three sea creatures in your hands, and your life suddenly felt like a book someone had opened to a page you never knew existed.
As the days passed, you couldn't even imagine a day without them. The bathtub was long gone, replaced by a deep, magically expanded tank that took up almost the entire bathroom yet seemed larger on the inside than the outside.
They were still small. They still fit in your palms, you still sat them on your shoulder or the rim of your mug, where Jade would watch you with amused calm while Floyd would jump into the water without warning, splashing everything.
But something had changed. You felt it in the touches that lasted longer. In the gazes that were deeper. In the way Azul’s hand would linger on your finger a second longer than necessary. In how Jade began to speak more softly, closer, almost only for you. In how Floyd stopped laughing every time you leaned over him, looking at you with unexpected intensity instead.
One evening, the water was unusually warm. You sat on the edge of the tank, legs submerged to your calves, watching them float around you. Candlelight refracted on the surface, casting shimmering shadows on the walls.
"Can we try something?" Azul asked quietly.
"Try what?" You looked at him.
"To stop being... limited." Jade smiled, but this time his expression held not just elegance, but a trace of nervousness.
"But only if you want to," Floyd added, unexpectedly serious, surfacing right in front of you and leaning his elbows on the edge.
"What do I have to do?" Your heart started racing.
"The magic that holds us in this form reacts to a bond. And to a human touch that is... sincere." Azul swam closer.
"A kiss," Jade added softly.
"If nothing happens..." you began.
"Then nothing is lost," Azul said immediately. "We just try."
"Alright then," you nodded, leaning toward him first.
You took Azul carefully into your hands and brought him close to your face. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before they closed. Your kiss was gentle, barely a brush of the lips.
Light exploded like a wave. You had to pull back instinctively, covering your eyes. The water rose and swirled, and when it finally settled, your heart skipped a beat.
Azul was no longer small. He stood in the water before you in full size. Tall, elegant, with long tentacles coiling beneath the surface. His expression was shocked... and then incredibly soft.
"It worked," he breathed.
Before you could even catch your breath, Jade gently took your hand. He pulled it closer, bowed, and kissed your knuckles, then your lips. His transformation was calmer, like the tide. The water parted around him, and he grew into his true form, tall and lithe with his eel tail.
And then Floyd. He didn't wait. He leapt from the water, caught your cheeks in his hands, and with a carefree laugh, kissed you so spontaneously that you laughed against his lips. His transformation was the wildest. Water splashed high, the tank shuddered, and he appeared before you large, strong, with a predatory grin and eyes glowing with joy.
You remained sitting on the edge, surrounded by three mermen in their true forms, with wet hair, a pounding heart, and the feeling that you had just crossed another boundary of reality.
Azul gently placed a hand on your knee. Jade leaned by your side. Floyd rested his head on your thigh, more content than ever.
"So," Floyd said amusedly, "wanna go for round two?"
"Round two doesn't have to be right away," you said softly, running your fingers through Floyd’s wet hair. He went silent instantly, as if that gesture was the answer he didn’t even know he was looking for.
Instead, you all simply stayed there, soaking in a moment filled with magic.
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Hi!! If it’s alright with you, may I request a platonic Azul x GN!reader? How would he react with a darling who’s not only clingy but they also get jealous easily(like they think he’ll replace them or smth)
I feel like it’d just make Azul worry less about his darling leaving considering how clingy they are lol
(Sorry if this is super confusing, I lowk suck at wording it properly-)
Anyways, have an AMAZING day!!<3
.｡*♡ﾟ a/n: oh? It wasn't confusing at all lol. Hope you like this ~~ and have an EVEN AMAZING day :))
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. Azul gets confused by this behavior of yours, he was unwanted as a child. The other children would often isolate and bully him. To have someone be so emotional over him, over his friendship, was strange, the type of strange that left him with a bitter taste on his tongue. It's uncomfortable at first. But he gets used very quickly to it, mainly because he crave the approximity, he craves your laughter and touches.
It's his first experiencing having someone so close (aside from the tweels) that doesn't have second intentions. And you get so close to his chest that he can't help but glow everytime both of you spend time together.
. Your neediness is something that fuels a deep part of him. Every word that sprout from his lips, every caress, every stare draws you in even more. You like to think of him as a best friend and he fulfil his role flawlessly, after all, you're his first best friend. And all the time he can have you lying your head on his lap, or cuddling to his side while he worked on his contracts, is a moment of appreciation. Azul love these soft moments.
. Now, when you get jealous about him, Azul has no idea how to feel. He doesn't think of himself as someone too important for people to be jealous about, but he reassures you with all he have. He might even make a contract specially for you, ensuring that nobody would ever come between both of you, if something like that would comfort and tranquilize you.
. He usually sends the twins to protect you and ensuring nobody is messing with you. Otherwise, they would face disastrous consequences. Despite knowing you could never hate him, and he wouldn't let you either way since he kept himself busy to free you from bad influences, and you pretty much spend all your time with him on your own free will, Azul would hate himself if someone who loathed him took revenge on him by hurting you.
Vibe: fantasy AU, octopus merman, true form reveal, forgotten transformation potion, ballroom romance, emotional vulnerability, body insecurity, mutual trust, comfort and reassurance, soft Azul, hurt/comfort, slow burn, healing emotional scars 🐙🎭🩵🫧🤍✨
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In the halls of Night Raven College, the air shimmered like champagne in crystal flutes. Golden garlands swayed beneath the ceiling, and the candles in the chandeliers cast a soft glow over the uniforms, dresses, and masks of classmates who laughed, danced, and pretended this night was merely innocent fun, rather than another test of who could be the most charming.
You felt strangely calm amidst the hum. Not because the ball left you cold, or because you were particularly fond of galas, but because Azul had invited you. He had promised a dance, and more than that, he had promised an unforgettable evening.
As for him, he felt more tense than ever. He hadn't felt this way even during his first or most important contract negotiation. He stood at the edge of the dance floor in a perfectly tailored suit, and when he caught sight of you, his eyes lit up in a way that made your heart tighten every single time. It wasn't just the practiced poise of a social butterfly, it wasn't that "public-facing" smile. This one belonged only to you.
He approached with an elegance rehearsed down to the last gesture. Even so, you noticed his fingers falter for a split second at his cuff before he tucked them into his pocket.
"You look… stunning," he exhaled. You laughed, because with Azul, compliments sometimes sounded like clauses in a contract, but this time, there wasn't a shadow of calculation in his voice.
"And you look like someone about to sell off the entire gala," you teased. His laugh was quiet and a little surprised.
"Tonight, the only thing I’m selling is…" the word caught on his tongue as if he were afraid to say it, "…my time with you." He held out his hand. "May I have this dance?"
At that moment, the orchestra began a gentler piece. The floor cleared slightly as couples moved into a circle to make room. You smiled and were just about to rest your fingers in his palm when Azul’s expression shifted minutely.
His pupils narrowed, his lips parted slightly. He nodded, but instead of leading you to the dance, he gave your hand a fleeting squeeze and let go.
"Forgive me. I’ll be right back," he blurted out.
"Azul-?"
He was already turning away. He stepped off too quickly, his soles skidded on the polished floor, and you saw him stumble, nearly tripping. Yet he recovered with a forced elegance, acting as if nothing had happened, and vanished between the pillars toward the side corridors.
You stood there with your hand halfway in the air, feeling that peculiar void he always left behind when he donned his "everything is under control" mask. But today was different. Today, the mask had cracked.
You didn't wait long. You couldn't. The gravity in his voice had cut through you like a silver thread. You were worried.
You slipped past a group of students laughing by the punch table and escaped the hall into the cooler silence of the corridor. The music muffled behind you until only a dull thrumming of bass remained. The carpet here was dark, and portraits of former headmasters watched you from the walls with eternal disapproval.
"Azul?" you called out softly, not wanting to cause a scene.
The only answer was a distant rustle of fabric. You followed the sound. The hallway curved, the lantern light thinning out. And then, at the end of the hall, you stopped short.
You saw him. He was sitting in… something that looked like a wheelchair. Or at least a metal frame with armrests that glinted in the gloom. His back was to you, his shoulders tense and strangely hunched. His head was bowed, as if he were trying to make himself as small as possible.
"Azul…?" You took a cautious step toward him.
In that instant, there was a soft, almost wet rustling sound. Not like fabric, more like something smooth and supple shifting position.
"No!" he gasped. "Don't come any closer!" Azul lurched as if struck by a needle.
That alone was enough to make you freeze. Not because he had shouted, but because there was no reproach in that "no." There was panic. A plea. Fear.
"I just… I wanted to make sure you were alright," you said quietly. "I’m sorry if I… if I disturbed you."
Silence hung for several seconds, thick enough to raise goosebumps. Azul slowly straightened his back. And then you noticed a detail that took your breath away. On his neck, just above his shirt collar, something black was shimmering.
"You shouldn't have followed me," he said shakily. His voice was no longer that smooth, rehearsed tone.
It was the voice he sometimes showed you at night, when you laughed quietly over textbooks or when he rested his forehead against your shoulder and allowed himself to just be for a moment.
"I couldn't just let you run off," you replied. "You almost fell."
There was that rustling again, clearer this time. And then, from beneath his coat, the end of a tentacle curled out. Dark, sleek, with tiny suckers that caught the lantern light like mother-of-pearl. Your heart skipped a beat.
Azul froze as if he had just committed an unspeakable error. His hands shook as he tried to pull his coat lower to hide it. But the coat shifted further, and you caught sight of another tentacle coiled unhappily over the metal armrest.
It wasn't that he couldn't walk. It was because his body… was changing.
"Azul…" you whispered, no longer a question. Just his name, filled with tenderness, shock, and concern.
"Don't look," he whispered.
Those words stung. You realized then that this wasn't a fear of judgment. It was the fear that you would see something he himself deemed unworthy of love.
"Can I… can I stay?" you asked, as if simply asking for the seat next to him in the library, and slowly took a step closer.
Azul moved again, but he didn't flee. This was the first time he had allowed you to be near something he had kept locked in his darkest drawer for years.
"I shouldn't have… today…" he began, his voice breaking. "I… I forgot."
"The potion," you finished for him before he had to say it aloud.
You knew he took one. He never told you the details, only that it was "necessary" and that he "wouldn't fit into the school without it." Now, that word "necessary" had turned into reality right before your eyes.
Azul nodded so slightly you weren't even sure he’d moved.
"I was looking forward to it," he exhaled, and it sounded so achingly human it made your chest hurt. "I was looking forward to the ball. To… asking you to dance. To us enjoying ourselves. To being… normal for you."
"You are normal," you said automatically.
"Don't say that, please." His laugh was short and bitter. An old shadow lingered in his voice. Something that didn't belong to this night, the light of the chandeliers, or the laughter of classmates. Something cold, like the depths of the past.
"Azul," you said gently, walking around so you could see his face. "Will you look at me?"
He struggled for a moment. His eyes were pinned to the floor, his lashes trembling. Then, he lifted his head.
His face was the same, though his skin had a slightly ashen tint. But below his neck, you could see his skin turning black. The fear in his eyes was so raw you had to take a deep breath to keep from pulling him into an embrace right then and there.
"I didn't want to show you," he admitted, barely audible. "Not like this. Not… at all."
"Why?" you asked. Azul took a breath, but it hitched deep in his chest. His shoulders pulled in, trying to shrink away.
"When I was little…" he started, his voice a faint tremor, "…I wasn't like the others." You swallowed hard, not because you feared his words, but because you could feel how much it still hurt him.
"I was… fat," he breathed the word out like it carried the weight of an anchor. "Soft. Slow. I had too many tentacles and too much body. The other merfolk teased me." He gave a hollow laugh.
His fingers moved restlessly, one tentacle pulled closer to his body as if trying to hide.
"They laughed at me," he continued quietly. "They said I was bloated. Slimy. That I didn't move fast enough. That… I should stay at the bottom where no one would see me." Your heart constricted with pain.
"So I learned to be smart," he said bitterly. "If I couldn't be handsome or admired, I could be indispensable. I learned to calculate, to negotiate, to control others before they could control me."
"Azul," you said, "I’m dating you because of you. Not because of how you… look. And certainly not because of contracts."
"You’re lying." His lips trembled.
"I’m not." You carefully reached out your hand, moving slowly so he could choose. "May I?"
He stared at your palm as if it were a trap, as if he expected that touching you would burn him. And yet, after a long second, he raised his hand and rested his fingers against yours. His skin was cooler than usual. Like water at night.
"What if… you find me repulsive?" he whispered.
"Then I’ll only find the people who told you those things repulsive," you answered without hesitation.
A tear shimmered in the corner of his eye, which he wiped away immediately. This wasn't like him. Your fingers tightened slightly around his palm, steady, certain.
From beneath the coat, a tentacle moved again, slower this time, as if growing bold. The tip brushed tentatively against your sleeve. Azul went rigid, tense as a wire.
But you didn't move back. You just looked at the tentacle and then smiled so gently you weren't sure it was even possible.
"It’s… beautiful," you said.
"What?" he breathed, genuinely bewildered.
"Your tentacles. They look like… something from a fairy tale." You leaned in closer, your voice low and warm. "And I like fairy tales. Especially the ones where I’m with you."
Azul gasped as if he were finally getting air for the first time in a long while, and his cheeks flushed a faint blue. Then he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the fear was no longer alone. There was a glimmer of hope, cautious as the first light beneath the surface.
"I… I don't have the potion here," he admitted. "I left it in my bag. In…" he hesitated, because it sounded so ridiculous compared to everything else, "…in the office at Monstro Lounge."
"Then that’s where we’ll go," you said.
"But- I can't just walk through the halls," he hissed. "Someone will see me."
"I’ll push you in the chair. Hide your legs- your tentacles, under the coat, and no one will know," you said, gently adjusting the fabric covering his lower body to ensure everything was concealed.
"But the ball… you were looking forward to it," he protested.
"I was looking forward to an evening with you," you replied softly. Azul shifted in the chair, his cheeks darkening to a deep blue.
"You are incredible…" he murmured.
Azul remained silent as you began to push him down the corridor. The chair creaked softly beneath your hands, and the lanterns drew long shadows on the walls that swayed to the rhythm of your steps.
Every rustle of fabric reminded you that the tentacles beneath the coat moved occasionally, no longer in panic, but with a nervous energy, as if getting used to the fact that they weren't alone.
When you finally reached the office at Monstro Lounge without being stopped, the place was empty. The silence here was different from the hallway, soft and safe. You closed the door and turned the key, just to be sure.
"Here," Azul gestured weakly toward his bag. His hands were still shaking as he pulled out a vial of dark blue liquid. He stared at the glass for a moment, as if he suddenly didn't want to drink it.
He drank the potion slowly. You waited, unhurried. Gradually, his breathing evened out, the tentacles retracted, and the skin on his neck lightened. When it was over, he looked once more like the elegant Azul everyone knew. Only you knew that wasn't the whole picture.
"I’m sorry," he said after a while. "For the ball. For the chaos. For promising you something and then…"
"Azul," you interrupted, taking his hand. "This evening was unforgettable. Just not in the way you planned." He laughed softly.
"Perhaps…" he tilted his head, "I could still ask you for that dance. Here. Without the audience."
The orchestra was far away. The music reached you only as a distant echo. Nevertheless, you stood before him, resting your hands on his shoulders, and he drew you into a careful embrace. You danced slowly to your own rhythm, closer than you had ever been before.
Ok ok…. I have a request and I was wondering if it would interest you if say the scenario is that it’s the twst 2nd years and they are just chatting with their friends or classmates and somewhere in the conversation it leads to talks about love and they just like spit it out that they want to marry their s/o which is the prefect as they are in an established relationship lol 😝 and the s/o over hears them and that there reactions can range from excitement they squeal like a school girl lol 😂 or are sooooooo flustered ❤️ or BOTH 🤩 !!!!!
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AW THIS IS SO CUTE 🥹
Marry that girl!
twst 2nd years x gn!reader
Riddle Rosehearts
You and riddle had been dating for about a year, and goodness was that boy smitten for you. you helped him realize a lot about himself, and the comfort you provided him was beyond imaginable.
one day, in the Heartslabyul lounge, riddle was in conversation with Trey, just talking about random stuff. you wandered into the hallway to the lounge, searching for your boyfriend, when you overheard your name.
“how are things with the prefect? it’s been a year ish since you got together, right?” trey asks, leaning back in the chair he was sitting in. riddles face went red, matching his hair, but the smile that spread across his face betrayed him.
“it’s going very well. i.. i really see a future for us beyond our time here. and i’m hoping that marriage is included in that future.”
did you hear him right? marriage? he wants to marry you?
you felt like you were on cloud nine when he said that. you didn’t hear what was said next, as you were so lost in your head. you walk out of the hallway after a minute, greeting riddle and trey.
“hi trey, hi baby.” you greet, sitting next to riddle and peppering his face in soft kisses. he sighed, but made no move to stop you. the arm he wrapped around your waist said everything that his mouth didn’t.
he has no clue that you heard about his marriage wishes, and you don’t plan on bringing it up. but you do plan on ensuring you stay together for it.
Ruggie Bucchi
on a random sunday, when neither of you had anything going on, ruggie took you to the town on Sage Island to walk around.
as you guys visit different stores and boutiques, both of you trying on random items and messing around—your normal shenanigans—you end up in a jewelry store, where you actually run into Kalim.
Kalim and Ruggie get into a conversation while you look around at the different accessories. they’re standing next to a ring display case, chatting about whatever, when ruggie says something that catches your attention.
“this ring would suit ‘em the best. matches their eyes. hey, wanna lend me money?” ruggie asks, pointing at a dainty yet beautiful silver ring in the engagement section.
“but isn’t it early to be engaged..? i mean obviously i will, but not right now.” kalim says, nodding his head in your direction. ruggie waves him off.
“no such thing as too early. i’d marry ‘em right after graduating here. so we gotta be locked in, no?” he grins, then walks back towards you. he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “hey doll, find anything you like?”
you can barely answer him. your face is probably bright red due to the conversation you overheard between him and Kalim, which is understandable. he literally just asked the scarabia housewarden for money so he could propose to you.
yeah, you’d marry him right there.
Azul Ashengrotto
to azul, everything was business. calculated, thought through, and made to be most profitable for him. but when you came along, you destroyed that for him in the best way possible.
azul wasn’t used to not being the one in control, but he’d lose all control he could ever have if it meant having you.
you helped him overcome a lot of the insecurities and demons that haunted him from his childhood, and you helped with the mostro lounge. for him, it couldn’t get much better.
one day, the lounge was closed—shocker, i know. azul and the twins were working on five year plans. well, it was more like azul working on his while goofed off and jade looked at mushrooms on his phone.
azul was making some last minute touches when floyd grabbed the paper from azuls hands, and he chuckled so hard when he looked at the end of the five years. and, little did the three of them know, you were entering the lounge and could hear everything they were talking about.
“jade, look at this! azul said he’s gonna marry Shrimpy at the end of these five years!” floyd exclaims, causing azuls face to go red.
“floyd, give that back, now!” azul demands, lunging for the paper. floyd steps backwards, and is surprised when someone takes the paper out of his hand. he turns around to find you, making your way to return the paper to azul.
the flush on your boyfriends face deepens when you give the paper back, a gentle smile on your face. “i think these plans are wonderful. definitely keep pursuing them.” you say, then peck him on the lips before turning on your heel and leaving.
the mocking noises of floyd and the small laughs from jade were blocked from azuls mind—the only thing he could think about was making you his permanent business partner.
Floyd Leech
floyd is not quiet about his devotion to you. not in the slightest. if you look extra good that day? expect him to be on his knees about it. you praise him in basketball? the next shots he goes for are all for you. he makes it clear, too.
at his latest basketball game, you show up, as always. floyd was playing particularly well today—he must be in a good mood.
when he makes a great steal and then rushes the ball down the court, shoots and scores, you’re cheering the loudest. “go floyd!! that’s how it’s done!” you exclaim, standing while clapping.
floyd points at you while he jogs to get to his position on the other side of court. “i’m gonna marry you one day, by the way! hopefully some day soon!” he exclaims back, mirroring your actions by clapping.
everyone in the stands looks towards you, who’s standing there looking shocked. probably because you are. everyone in the stands are shocked, but there was a collective cheer following floyd’s announcement.
after the game, he’s acting like nothing happened—like he didn’t just drop that crazy fun fact. when you ask about it, he pulls you in by the waist. “well, i gotta stay honest, right?” he grins, then peppers your face in kisses, causing you to laugh.
that laugh of yours just so happened to be his favorite sound in the world—so why wouldn’t he marry you? make sure he can hear that laugh every day?
Jade Leech
jade is much quieter than his twin brother, but he loves you all the same. one day, he has you come through the mountains on a hike with him. per usual, you help him collect mushrooms that pique his interest, making sure to store them safely for later.
once you get back to night raven, you’re sitting in the mostro lounge with him, azul and floyd. you’re helping jade go through the mushrooms you collected on the hike, while azul and floyd watch with disdained gazes.
out of nowhere, jade asks, “would mushrooms be acceptable at our wedding, my love? the ones that are pretty in your eyes, at least.” you look up at him, and he’s gazing at you with the most adoration you’ve ever seen. he has such a tender smile gracing his face—you can tell he’s serious.
“well, i don’t see why not..” you reply carefully, giving him a small smile in return. he wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly.
“no better answer to that question.” he says, his voice slightly muffled from your shirt. floyd acts like someone has just died.
“no way you’re actually gonna get married!” he exclaims, and azul slaps his hand over floyd’s mouth.
“floyd, shut up, please.” azul grumbles, and jade looks up, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“of course we’re going to get married.” he looks at you before continuing, “life would be pointless without you.”
a dopey smile spreads across your face, and you ruffle jades hair. “you’re impossible, i swear.” but there was no real heat behind you words—just pure love.
Kalim Al-Asim
kalims dreams for the future the two of you had was no secret. he’d openly talk about how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, spoiling and pampering you with the most luxurious things his money could buy.
however, there was never anything about putting a ring on your finger, or anything else related to actual marriage.
one night, you’re tangled in his sheets, both of you bare and soaking in the afterglow of intimacy. you’re helping kalim fix his turban when he suddenly blurts out, “you know i’m gonna marry you, right?” the biggest smile is on his face as he states that.
your eyes widen at his confession. he had never mentioned marriage, so you were kind of surprised at his statement. however, your surprise was quickly replaced by an enlightening joy.
“i look forward to the day you put a ring on my finger, kalim.” you tease, pecking him on the lips before laying back down. he chuckles, laying down next to you.
“well hopefully you won’t have to wait too terribly long. i’m going to commit as soon as we graduate!” he exclaims, tackling you in a big bear hug. he peppers your face with kisses until you’re a giggling mess.
once you’ve both calmed down, he holds you tenderly against him. “i hope you know im serious. i wanna spend the rest of forever with you.” he murmurs, his lips brushing your skin with each word.
you hum in response, feeling yourself drift off in the warmth of your lovers arms.
Jamil Viper
jamil loved you, you knew that. but whenever you’d talk about your future after night raven, he’d get quiet and be quick to change the subject. you didn’t know why, and he never said anything as to why he did that.
one day, you enter scarabia to hang out with jamil, when you hear him in conversation with kalim. you stop in your tracks, making yourself small to hide and listen.
“kalim. i request that when we graduate, you formally release me from servitude.” jamil states, his tone firm.
kalim raises a brow, clearly in confusion. “i mean i can.. but why?”
jamil frowns, frustrated at the other boy’s confusion. “well, as you know, i’m in a relationship with the ramshackle prefect. and i plan on proposing soon after graduation. however, with my servant status, they’d be pulled into the same boat as my family and i. that’s not fair, so i request to be freed.” he explains, and you feel your face heat up. he plans on proposing?
he actually wants a future with you? well, all things considered, it makes sense he’d be hesitant to say anything before knowing whether or not he’ll be free.
kalim smiles, hugging jamil. “you shoulda started with that! you have my full permission and blessing.” he gushes, and doesn’t fight when jamil carefully pushes kalim off him.
“thank you, kalim.” he says, his tone genuine. there’s something more underneath, something more tender.
once you know they’re done talking, you walk up behind jamil, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his back. “hi baby, whatcha up to?”
jamil turns in your embrace, kissing your forehead and hugging you back. “nothing much, just talking to kalim.” he replies, and looks over his shoulder at kalim, who’s walking off with a pep in his step.
and honestly, jamil would probably be skipping around if he wasn’t glued to his spot in your arms. a spot that he won’t have to give up.
Silver Vanrouge
you were no stranger to the chaos that came with dating silver. it was more so the chaos that came from the diasomnia crew, as the most chaotic silver would get would be falling asleep at the worst time possible (which he definitely does quite often).
the real mess was silvers adoptive father, lilia. lilia would appear out of nowhere, sneaking up on the two of you. it didn’t matter if you were in silvers room, the courtyard, the cafeteria, the diasomnia lounge, the ramshackle lounge… the list goes on.
one day, you two were cuddling in silvers bed after a long day of classes. all of a sudden, lilia appears at the foot of the bed, sitting down on the plush mattress. neither of you notice his presence until he speaks.
“room for one more? you must be sure to leave room for lilia.” he beams, scaring the living shit out of you and silver.
silver groans, throwing a pillow at lilia. “father, no. please leave.”
lilia frowns, tossing the pillow back at silver. “no can do—no premarital shenanigans. so i must watch you two to ensure all is well!”
silver groans louder, this time sitting up to face lilia. “okay, so if i propose right here, right now, you’ll go away?” both yours and lilia’s eyes go wide.
“you’d propose just so i go away?” lilia asks, shaking his head.
“well i planned on proposing after graduation, but if anything, the sooner the better.” silver states, almost as easily as saying the sky is blue. his honesty was nothing new, but you didn’t expect this.
“silver, it’s okay, really.” you say softly, sitting up and ruffling his hair. he sighs, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you both back to laying down. lilia sighs, then hums something under his breath before disappearing into thin air.
you wanted to ask silver what he meant, but before you could even say anything, you hear soft snores from your lover.
guess you’d have to wait until he’s awake again.
but who are you to complain about what he meant? if he was serious, then you genuinely think you’d combust from joy.
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note from madz~ dude i feel like i can’t write for jade and silver at all 😩 any of my works of them just feel like straight cheeks
You have a fascination for things on the surface. Turns out three other people do too -- but what happens when you're given an opportunity to go there in this Choose Your Own Adventure?
Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech x Reader
Choose Your Own Adventure
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The warm glow of the lamps in Azul’s room reflected off the dark wood and glass as you quietly closed the door. Your heart was beating a little faster than usual.
Azul had invited you with an uncharacteristic gravity, and there had been something… fragile in his voice. The bathroom was shrouded in steam and smelled of the sea.
When you stepped inside, you saw him in a spacious tub that seemed much larger on the inside than it appeared from the out. Steam curled lazily through the air, and the water shimmered faintly, as if light were trapped within it.
Azul sat leaning back, his shoulders relaxed and his expression calm, yet you noticed a flicker of tension in his eyes. Beneath the surface, his movements were slow, almost deliberate, creating barely perceptible ripples.
“Ah, you’re here,” he murmured softly, the corners of his lips curling into a slight smile. “Come closer. I want to show you something.”
You obeyed, taking a few steps toward him. The warmth of the room enveloped you, and the steam began to mist your lashes. You sat on the edge of the tub, hands folded in your lap.
“You sound… nervous,” you noted gently. It wasn't an accusation, but rather an invitation to share. Azul gave a short, soft laugh.
“That doesn’t usually happen to me, does it?” he remarked. “But today… this is important to me.” He paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on the water’s surface. “I want to show you my true form. My merform.”
Your breathing steadied. You knew that as an octopus merfolk, he had a form he guarded with fierce privacy. The fact that he wanted to show it to you was more than just trust, it was a gift.
“Thank you,” you said quietly. “There’s no need to rush.”
Azul nodded. He took a deep breath, and his fingers sank into the water. The steam parted as he sat up straighter. The water swirled gently, and you felt a cool touch of magic, as if the room had briefly slipped beneath the ocean waves.
The surface shimmered, and you watched as his human legs gradually shifted. His skin took on a smooth, pearlescent luster, darkening to a deep, near-black, and tentacles adorned with delicate suckers appeared beneath the water.
“Is it… alright?” he asked softly, without looking up. Nervousness crept into his voice despite his efforts to appear composed.
“It is,” you replied sincerely. “And you’re still you.” You smiled gently and reached out your hand over the surface, without touching the water.
Only then did he look at you. A sense of relief washed over his eyes a look you rarely saw him wear.
“I was afraid,” he admitted. “Not because you might reject me. But because… this is a part of me I’ve hidden for a long time. To show it is to be vulnerable.” You leaned in closer, your voice steady.
“Vulnerability isn't weakness. It’s trust.” You hesitated for a moment, then asked: “May I…?”
Azul understood. He nodded, and with one fluid movement, he brought one of his tentacles toward the edge of the tub. Water ran off it in small droplets.
You touched him with your fingertips, he was cooler than you expected. You felt nothing threatening. Azul took a breath, this time free of tension.
“Thank you,” he said. “For looking. For asking. For… staying.”
“Always,” you answered simply, smiling at him.
You sat there with him for a long while. The steam slowly thinned, and Azul told you about the sea. About the depths, and the currents that carry you exactly where you need to be. You listened, laughing occasionally, or simply existing with him in the silence.
Before the water could fully settle or the steam completely vanish, you felt a gentle tug at your wrist. It wasn't forceful, it was hesitant, as if Azul wasn't sure if he was allowed. You looked at him in surprise, but there was no calculation or games in his eyes. Just a silent question.
“Will you stay a little longer?” he asked quietly.
Before you could even answer, he carefully pulled you closer. You lost your balance and, with a soft gasp, found yourself in the tub with him.
The warm water rushed around you, soaking your skirt and sleeves, but you didn't care. Before you could move, his tentacles wrapped around you, softly, almost protectively.
“I’m sorry… if this is-” Azul cut himself off.
“It’s okay,” you interrupted softly, placing your hands on his shoulders.
You felt him relax. The tentacles shifted slightly, one brushed your waist, another braced against the rim of the tub as if shielding you from the world outside.
You were closer than you had ever been. The water lapped quietly against the sides, and the steam cocooned you in a world of your own. Azul leaned toward you, moving slowly to give you space to retreat. You didn't.
When your lips finally met, the kiss was soft and incredibly tender. There was no rush, no ulterior motive only warmth and relief. One of his fingers lightly traced your cheek, and his tentacles drew you a fraction closer, as if he wanted to commit every detail of you to memory.
“I’m glad,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours as he pulled back. “That I have you.”
You smiled, your heart calm and full. In his arms, surrounded by the warmth of the water and the quiet hum of magic, you knew you would carry this moment, this embrace, this kiss, with you like a treasure from the deep. Whether above the surface or below, you belonged together.
Kinda need more of that octopus....I love when he gets flustered and fumble
Azul is in need of service!
It is no exaggeration to say that the NRC students suffer from volatile temperaments, the issue being emphasized by the constant overblots from the omegas. How might Crowley help his pupils? Ah! He knows how! Assign them to a service alpha!
support/service alpha: an alpha designated to look after an omega who is in high risk of emotional misalignment, carrying the duty to soothe them.
gn!reader; alpha!reader; sfw
When Azul received the news that Crowley wished to talk with him privately, he had many theories of what could be the reason. Perhaps he would finally give more leeway to Mostro Lounge, beg Azul to get rid of the blackmail he has of him, or concerns about the school.
He wasn't expecting for Crowley to figuratively throw him on the lap of an alpha. Worst of all, you also looked horrified at the suggestion of attending Azul until further notice.
And how could you not be? Not only you've barely escaped from his overblot, but no further contact was established between both of you after the incident, diverging paths and both walking in their own directions.
For Azul, the mere idea that he needed a service alpha was beyond him. Crowley must be out of his mind for suggesting an alpha that possibly has bad blood with him, but also almost no interaction whatsoever.
“It's a match made by the sevens!” The Headmage exclaimed, “Oh, I'm so generous to give Azul such a gentle alpha to look after him! And you, dear prefect, will always be accompanied by one of the brightest students of Night Raven College, take this as an opportunity to learn a thing or two.” You looked at him with a vacant expression, so Crowley made sure to add, “... and earn extra points.”
“Headmage,” Azul called for his attention, fixing his glasses gracefully, perfectly concealing the tremble on his hands, “I believe this is a quite sudden… request. You must acknowledge that both me and the prefect have other priorities instead of looking after each other.”
“Are you implying my judgement of character is failing? I assure you, Ashengrotto, I only have my students’ well being in mind.” Crowley failed to mention how authorities were turning their eyes to NRC, wondering why so many overblots were happening in a short period of time.
No back and forth would be able to sway Crowley's decisions, Azul was familiarized with his antics, how he pushed students into a corner, forcing them to move according to his whims unless they wished for greater consequences. If Crowley had decided that you'd be tasked to the role of Azul's support alpha, then there's no escape from it.
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
“Are you aware of what being a service alpha entails, prefect?” Azul asked once he'd dragged you to Mostro Lounge, in the privacy of the VIP room. He rummaged around his desk, looking for paper and his pen, drafting a contract he would not permit to go unsigned.
“Like a service dog,” you murmured, shaking your head at his haste.
“Good enough.” At this point, he would accept any answer, “Decades ago a service alpha would never be heard of, though in recent years it has become quite normalized.”
Support alphas didn't exist, if an omega was in need of someone whose scent and personality was meant to soothe them, then they'd be deemed as “crazy” and “improper for mating”. What did exist was support omegas, forced into arranged marriages made to tie barbaric alphas with doting omegas.
To be compared to those kinds of creatures was an offense.
“The headmage is certainly out of his mind- I mean, overconcerned about my psyche. However, I'm certain he'll find a way to keep his eyes on us.”
With graceful dexterity, he extended the contract to you. It recognized that both you and Azul would strive for a peaceful acquaintanceship, he would perform at his finest to guarantee your school performance is not affected by him, and you would make sure to act in ways to avoid stressing him out.
“I don't need you to perform the duties of a support alpha, but I shudder at the thought of the headmage summoning us to another meeting. Whenever you're free, come to Mostro Lounge and sit pretty, that's all you need to do.”
“Hm, as long as this arrangement lasts.”
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
A routine was established, though Azul was unsure on how to feel about it.
You'd wait for him in the hall of mirrors, walk him to class, and leave him be for the rest of the morning, exchanging quick greetings when your paths crossed. When classes came to an end, you'd wait for him and head to his club, then leave for whatever duty you had for the day. When club time was over, you once again met him and made the path to stay at Mostro Lounge for the rest of the day.
Azul could see how exhausted you looked from adding responsibilities to your schedule, though you tried to hide it behind a calm façade and words of reassurance. Quietly, he asked for Jade to make whatever drink you liked, placing it on the coffee table close to the couch you always rest on.
Not many words were exchanged at first, including each other in their daily routines, but analysing the other from a set up emotional distance.
Truth be told, Azul didn't know how to act when he was alone with you. It was one thing if only the tweels had seen him break down, but not only you're also one of the witnesses to the incident, but also regarded him pitiful enough to offer him words of consolation in the museum.
Alone with you, he felt nervous.
He couldn't help but clean his throat and fix his gloves incessantly to alleviate the tension in his body. Heart thundering in his chest when he noticed your attention on him for far too long.
Worst of all, he learned you apparently didn't know how to deal with him too.
When the room became too awkwardly silenced for your taste, you'd talk about how your day went, the antics you got with your friends, what content the professors were teaching, or any fun fact your mind could conjure. Azul, maybe because of his commitment to his businessmen persona - or because he was genuinely entertained with what you brought to his attention -, answered politely, indulging your subject of the day.
When you felt he was slightly off, no reassurance of his would be able to sway you, doing your best to help him in his daily tasks and even distracting the twins when they became too fussy, making chaos arise in the restaurant. They aren't lenient with their jobs, but discourteous customers ignite their troublesome behavior in the working environment.
Even if Azul disagreed about his need for this kind of therapy, he couldn't deny he felt a weight has been lifted from his shoulders since you stormed into his life.
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
Azul never knows what you're thinking.
“I hope you enjoy it.” You said before leaving him in his classroom, handing him a bento seconds before.
Azul is extremely strict with his diet, hardly ever permitting himself to eat unhealthy, every calorie, carb and protein was heavily considered in his meals. He wasn't sure you'd be careful about his diet.
But as lunch time approached and he sat with Jade and Floyd to eat, he also took the bento you prepared for him. As he opened the box, he was met with a post-it and carefully wrapped food.
The post-it wasn't a love note like he has seen couples in NRC gifting each other, not the “love you lots”, “hope you have a great day", “you're amazing". There’re no words saying you cared for him written, merely a list of ingredients used in the meal, how many grams of each and the calcs for calorie, carbs, fat and protein, perfectly balanced for his taste. A single phrase at the end said “don't skip your meals".
The post-it had more words written than every other love note, yet no caring messages of a loving couple were penned. And despite this, Azul has never felt more seen, you had no business going out of your way to learn about his diet, you noticed when he pushed himself too hard and was uncareful, you cared enough to insert yourself in it.
Azul thought to himself, if this isn't a sign of care, then what is it?
Truly, he doesn't know what to do with you.
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
You left him out of his mind.
After his overblot and the disgraceful scene he displayed before you, where his utmost fears of his childhood were on a show for everyone to see, Azul promised himself he would once again bottle it all up, no eyes being able to reach the ugly parts of himself.
Yet, you're too perceptive for your own good.
“You don't need to talk if you don't want to.”
Azul believed you had an alarm going off in your head anytime he felt sad, lonely, or frustrated.
Your scent steadily became softer, warmer, a gentle pull to Azul's instincts looking to soothe him. His inner omega immediately relaxed, nose twitching to get more of the scent. A rumbling sound came out of your chest, intended in consoling the omega.
Over time, your hands sought home on his back, slowly drawing circles at its expanse. And Azul progressively became comfortable enough to fall into your arms, rambling about his troubles when it turned too much to bottle up.
You always asked him for what he needed before he vented, emotional support or a way to fix it.
Azul has certain difficulty in connecting with others and admitting he holds affection for them, his illogical, scared self fears that anyone who interacts with him has an angle, a plan to turn him into their laughing stock. Yet, he could never sense evil intentions coming from you, genuine worry and care seeping through your scent even when you tried to suppress it.
If this is the case, and you're too kind for your own good to never use his vulnerabilities against him, what can he do other than attach himself to you?
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
Azul is a greedy man. Though he would vehemently deny it in the face of others, everyone, including himself, is able to see through this lie.
“Do you need something?” You asked once he halted in front of your usual seat a bit too long.
“I have everything under control,” Azul would reassure, before starting his theatrics, “granted, I could use a bit of your help…”
In reality, Azul had taken a liking to giving you tasks around Mostro Lounge, preferably working with him. No matter how meaningless, effortless it seemed, just so he could spend more time with you.
Though you had a tendency to talk with him when bored, or because you felt like it, it wasn't guaranteed you would give him any attention if you're busy with your own assignments. However, while handling the restaurant's matters, you felt obliged to ask for his input before making a decision.
Azul's fault for not giving you many directions, for this purpose only.
It was also simpler for him to initiate conversations related to his work, nervousness being masked by professionalism, “If you had anything to wish from the Sea Witch, what would it be?”
“Why would you like to know, another contract?” You laugh it off, teasing, Azul took notice of how serene you looked, not even thinking he was going to lock you in a dead end deal.
“You wound me, you know very well contracts are mutual decisions,” he shook his head, voice a pitch higher than usual, decisively playing into your foolery.
His question came from a desire in his heart of trying to get to know more about you. Your wishes, what inspires you, who do you look up to, are all questions that he feels strangely possessive over for your responses. Like owning those answers would mean an opportunity to make your relationship official.
And isn't it a strange thought? Azul, who didn't wish a support alpha, ended up trying to find ways to woo you, and make silly plans just so you’d talk to him. The words from Crowley when he coerced this idea on both of you surfaced in his mind too many times in the last weeks, “a match made by the sevens”.
He refused to ever thank Crowley for it though.
“So…” you dropped the task at your hands, invading Azul's personal space as you leaned closer to his face, a playful smile threatening to take place, “if I told you all my secrets, would you make my dreams come true?”
The whisper brushed his lips, travelling down in his body and forcing a shiver out of him. Azul's eyes locked with your impish ones, completely rendering his breathless, his heart felt like escaping from his chest and he needed to regain his space before doing something stupid.
He placed a hand on his desk to get up and run away, but as soon as he began to get up, his shaky hands failed him and he slipped.
The scene played in slow motion in his mind. Your face contorting in panic, hands trying to reach for him. The back of his leg hitting his chair, pushing it back and making him lose any slight balance he may have had before.
When his back hit the floor and you shuddered a single “Azul, are you okay?” he felt like disappearing.
He needs his octopot, he'll never look you in the eye again.
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
Like many times before, Azul tried to find a loophole in the contract, anything that could secure what you both have at this moment.
The adherent accepts to avoid actions that would distress the grantor, consenting to amiable socialization.
A vague line, though Azul hadn't meant to use it to his advantage when he drafted the deal. His intentions back then was merely to be able to share a room without petty disputes, not bringing up the past or stirring new disagreements.
“Here, for you,” you said as you gave him a plate with peeled oranges, but before you could go back to the couch and peel more for yourself, Azul held your sleeve, carefully standing up - he refuses to let clumsiness get the best of him in front of you once again.
“Prefect, if you excuse me, I was reading our contract once more.” With his mention, you looked down to his table, the deal shining brightly within the other documents, “I fear you aren't complying to every requisite as of now.”
“I'm not-?”
But as you looked up, instead of finding a cunning Azul ready for his strike, you found a flustered mess of omega, blushing face and unconcentrated eyes, quivering hands moving up to rest on your shoulders.
He gave you a shake of his head that was supposed to be suave, but it came off as desperate, nervous by the scheme he had in mind.
Azul tried to look you deeply in the eyes, but once again failed. With a deep intake of breath, he closed his eyes, leaning into you. Your vision was full of a rose-hued Azul, pouted lips and a tight grip on your shoulders, worthy of the octopus.
“Is it within my services to provide kisses?” your words were like a bucket of cold water, taking Azul out of the trance that this was not the perfect plan.
“It's within your services to not stress me!” like not rejecting him, and what a great source of stress you've become now.
You looked at him with pure contemplation, and Azul felt as if he was naked under your studying gaze. He tried to backtrack immediately, hands moving away from you like you're hot iron. Retreat and save face.
“Ah- forget this happened, this was a mis-”
“A contract is a contract.” you interrupted him before he could run away to his room, before he could decide to never step in the same room as you again. Hands grabbing his waist and bringing him flush to your body, your lips descended onto his.
Azul, for the first time in his life, understood what “taste of victory” meant, it was hidden between the crevices of two lips, sweet and waiting, pliant to his will.
You're careful when guiding him, incentivizing him to follow your pace, humming in praise when he catches up with you. It was dreamlike, Azul could feel his heart pumping in his eardrums, he feared you could also hear his erratic heartbeat.
When you stopped the kiss, Azul had to be reminded to breathe, dazedly staring at you. “Does this mean I'm officially acting as your service alpha now?” you teased, and Azul could only rapidly nod, unable to find his voice even as he clutched your arms to remind himself that this is real.
Azul x a hardworking Yuu who is just genuinly a kind person. Like a real collaborative spirit.
But they aren’t stupid and will hand his ass to him if he tries to skim them out for being goodhearted
Him with a "doesn't put up with his shit but is still a sweetheart"!Yuu
Featuring: Azul Ashengrotto
A/N: Ivebeenhaving trouble naming things lately UHM oh well.
azul is convinced he's figured you out within the first week of knowing you. you're kind, hardworking, dependable, and somehow willing to help complete strangers with absolutely no expectation of reward. from his perspective, the conclusion is obvious. you're the type of person people take advantage of. the type of person who gives too much and asks for too little. it's a pattern he's seen countless times before. unfortunately for him, that assumption lasts exactly until the first time he attempts to hand you a contract.
the document is perfectly respectable. mostly. there are one or two clauses hidden among the fine print that heavily favor him, but that's simply good business. at least, it is until the contract finds its way back onto his desk covered in annotations. every loophole has been highlighted. every questionable clause has been circled. several sections contain neatly written notes explaining exactly why they're unfair. azul spends a concerning amount of time staring at the pages before slowly looking up at you. you blink back at him completely innocently. when he asks if you actually read the entire thing, you look genuinely confused by the question. of course you did. why wouldn't you? the resulting silence is one of the most humbling experiences of his life.
from that point onward, azul finds himself increasingly fascinated by you. the more he observes, the less sense you make. you spend your free time helping people with assignments. you volunteer whenever someone needs assistance. you offer support without being asked and rarely accept anything in return. it should irritate him. from a purely practical standpoint, it's terribly inefficient. yet every time he waits for you to reveal some hidden motive, he's disappointed. there isn't one. you're simply kind. genuinely, frustratingly kind. the concept bothers him far more than he'd ever admit. azul has spent most of his life viewing relationships through the lens of exchange. everything has a price. everything has value. every interaction is a transaction in one way or another. yet you continue helping people even when there's nothing to gain from it. the more he thinks about it, the more impossible it seems.
what truly throws him off balance, however, is how you treat him. not azul ashengrotto, housewarden of octavinelle. not azul ashengrotto, successful businessman. just azul. when he says something clever, you acknowledge it. when he works hard, you praise him for it. when he's being dramatic, you tell him he's being dramatic. most importantly, when he's being ridiculous, you refuse to indulge him. the first time you catch him trying to work through exhaustion, you're completely unimpressed by his excuses. he insists that he has responsibilities. you point out that he hasn't taken a proper break in hours. he argues that his workload is important. you respond by taking the paperwork out of his hands. the look of betrayal on his face is almost impressive. the fact that he actually listens when you tell him to rest is even more shocking.
the thing azul never expects is how easy it becomes to be around you. most people either fear him, admire him, or want something from him. sometimes all three. you don't seem interested in any of that. you aren't intimidated by his reputation. you aren't dazzled by his accomplishments. you certainly aren't impressed by his attempts to manipulate a conversation in his favor. if anything, you seem to enjoy catching him in the act. more than once he's tried steering a discussion toward a deal that clearly benefits him, only for you to immediately call him out on it. the first few times are embarrassing. after a while, they become strangely comforting. there's something reassuring about knowing you see through him and stay anyway.
over time, azul begins noticing things about you as well. the way you throw yourself into helping others without hesitation. the way you somehow manage to remember everyone's problems while ignoring your own. the way you're always willing to lend a hand, even when you're clearly exhausted. he starts recognizing a familiar pattern. for all your intelligence, you're terrible at taking care of yourself. whenever someone needs help, you're there. whenever you're the one struggling, suddenly it's not important. azul finds the hypocrisy deeply irritating. the first time he catches you skipping meals because you're busy helping someone else, he lectures you for nearly twenty minutes. you retaliate by reminding him of the time he worked himself nearly sick trying to manage the lounge. the argument ends in a draw.
somewhere along the way, admiration becomes affection. azul isn't entirely sure when it happens. perhaps it's during one of your countless debates. perhaps it's when you casually stand up for him during a conversation and act as though it's the most natural thing in the world. perhaps it's the realization that you've never once looked at him with disappointment when he stumbles. whatever the reason, he eventually finds himself staring at you more often than necessary. thinking about you more often than necessary. worrying about you far more than necessary.
the funniest part is that if you ever end up dating the amount of things that change are surprisingly little. you're still one of the only people capable of completely shutting down his nonsense. every so often, he'll attempt to sneak some absurdly one-sided proposal past you, only for you to immediately narrow your eyes and ask whether he's trying to scam you. azul inevitably denies the accusation. you continue staring. he attempts a more elaborate defense. you continue staring. eventually he folds and admits that perhaps the proposal was slightly biased in his favor. slightly. the fact that you always catch him should be humiliating. instead, he finds himself smiling. because beneath the exasperation and the teasing, there's a certainty he's never had before. you aren't kind to him because he's useful. you aren't patient with him because of what he can offer you. you care about him because he's azul. just azul. and for someone who spent years believing affection had to be earned through achievement, that realization means more than he'll ever be able to put into words.
