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[I refuse to drown - Azul Ashengrotto]

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

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

Azul had lost everything.

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

But, the worst of all: he lost control. 

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

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

He let himself drown in the feeling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh. He did. Azul had an overblot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Masterlist

[Keep the warmth in - A lazy morning with Che'nya]

You can feel the sun rays behind your eyelids, the few ones that escaped the curtains grasp, trying to wake you up, as if biding you good morning.

Drowsy, your eyes open, blinking once, twice, thrice. A deep sigh leaves your lips, your chest heaving with it.

The room is warm, the body draped over you is warmer. The hot breath tingles your neck, the fluffy ears twitching slightly. There are legs tangled with yours, arms embracing you. 

You move your fingers, one by one, calling feeling back to your dormant hand. Softly, you caress the mop of hair under your palm, humming as you bask into the morning tranquility, a rare calm moment in your so busy life.

It's warm and tender. You watch your lover's sleeping face, even if you had to crank your neck a bit to do so. Che'nya looks incredibily innocent like this, no trace of his usual mischievous self. His mouth is slightly open and, up close, you can see his features better, how his eyelashes lay on his skin, how his cheeks are flushed in a cute pink tone, his hair tousled.

The smile that takes over your face is fond, your eyes drinking up the sight while it lasts. A sound of contentment leaves your throat, your free hand rubbing circles and tracing little shapes on Che'nya's back. 

You can feel a light purring coming from him. He nuzzles his head onto your shoulder, hiding his face from view. You adjust your head, exposing your neck to acomodate him better. Your hand doesn't leave his hair, petting it with care.

In the back of your mind, you wonder what time it may be. You make a mental list of what you have do to through the day, including what you should make for breakfast. Buttered toast with tea sounds nice and easy, so maybe you should go with that.

There's a feather light feel on your neck, lips grazing over it, close enough to touch but not quite doing it. You shiver, your hands stopping their motions as your breath hitches. "Hm, good meow-rning..." Che'nya's voice is rough from just having woken up, a raspy tone on it that mingles with his usual chipper one. 

A kiss is deposited on your neck, followed by a light nibble. You sigh, a sound filled with joy. You can feel his heart beating from where his chest presses against yours, a comforting feeling. Another kiss follows the last one, his hand reaching yours and lacing your fingers together. Your heart flutters as you squeeze it, chuckling, your voice barely a whisper.

"Good morning, love." Che'nya pulls back, his head coming in front of yours and blocking the sunlight. Above you, his hair is messier than usual, his ears without their usual earrings, his eyes lidded. There's a grin on his face, as always, but it's one he reserves just for you. Not the too big one, but not a too small one, either. It's just the right amount of both loving and teasing. You slide the hand from his hair to cup his cheek, feeling him melt into your palm, his eyes closing in bliss. Your thumb caress the skin, relishing on the contact. "Did you sleep well?"

"I had the craziest dream." He mewls, his forehead coming in touch with yours. You hum, encoraging him to go on. "There was a door, but it was very tiny, and I was very big." Your hand slips from his cheek, holding onto the back of his neck. "Then I became very tiny, but everything else was really big."

"Oh? What did you do then?" Your fingers graze his neck gently, his ears twitch, goosebumps appearing on his skin. He pulls back again, his eyes fluttering open to gaze down at you. His head turns to the side, very much like a curious cat, and his grin widens. 

"I'll tell you, but only if you give me something."

"How about a kiss?"

His head cocks to the other side, as if thinking it over, a pout of concentration on his lips. "Nope, won't do." He shakes his head, his hair getting more out of place, making you giggle.

"Two, then."

His eyebrows furrow, eyes closing. "No." He drags the word, dramatically. You can't resist it, so you poke the wrinkles, making him yelp.

"So demanding. Three it is."

He stares at you, giving a fleeting glance at your lips before looking up again. "I supposed it'll do for now." His hand releases the hold it had on yours and reaches your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Che'nya leans in and presses your lips together, tenderly. It's soft and slow, lazy, even. His teeth graze your bottom lip as he's about to pull away, but you stop him. The hand on the back of his neck leads your lips to connect again and you groan, pleased. 

There's a quick moment when your lips part for you to catch your breath before they are meeting once more, your hand traveling up to rum through his hair as he whimpers. Your free hand goes to his waist, holding him close to you, keeping the warmth in.

You separate but he stays close, hovering over you. His lips have an after kiss quality to them that makes satisfatction flow through you. Your hand trails from behind his ears to the back of his neck to his cheeks, mimicking his own.

"I passed through the door." He says, picking up on where you left the conversation about his dream. "But everything stayed big, and I stayed small."

"I see. That's a strange dream, but it's in accordance to your usual ones, right? It would be stranger if it wasn't."

"How odd that you try to find order in the midst of chaos." Che'nya leans down and gives you a kiss on the forehead, so full of affection you can feel it. He then rolls over to the other side of the bed and sits up, stretching his limbs. "You're right, it's still on brand for me!" 

You laugh from his sudden burst of energy. "Feeling awake now?" 

"After that? Of course I am! Although I could use an extra boost, just to make sure~"

You sit up as well, coming face to face with him. You give him a quick peck before getting up and ready to start the day, grin firmly in place as he follows you, asking for another kiss.

The sun enters the room and it's warm. You feel warm, down to the tip of your toes. Che'nya also feels warm, by the smile on his face. It's a warm moment, and it's yours.

Masterlist

[DATING CHE'NYA]

[ABOUT : How it happened]

Che'nya always had fun around you. you always had fun around him. you make a great duo! it starts off as friends getting up to some shenanigans together and having some fun! that is, until he felt his heart start to beat faster around you. huh. and you felt your cheeks getting warmer around him. huh. how weird. and he thinks it would be really nice to kiss you. and you think it would be really nice to hold him. oh. oh! alright, so it's like that.

"Che'nya, there's something I have to tell you."

"oh? what is it?"

"I think I might be in love with you." you just stare at each other. your hands are clammy and your heart is about to give you a cardiac arrest with how fast it's beating.

"you think so?"

"well, I'm pretty sure."

his grin widens, ears perking up "in this case, I think I might be in love with you too."

you can't stop your smile "you think so?"

"hmm, I'm pretty sure, yes."

congrats you've got a boyfriend now!

[ABOUT: Well, what now?]

get! matching! accessories! earrings, necklace, rings, anything! Che'nya would love it if you share the same appreciation for odd jewelry as he does! this ring might be a bit too big, but look at how colorful it is! this necklace has way too many chains, but isn't the kitty pendant cute? this clock earring is quite nice! what do you mean the clock is broken? that's the charm!

 he WILL call you the strangest pet names. this man has no shame whatsoever. he can say the most out of pocket things without flinching or feeling any embarrassment, that applies to his nicknames for you as well. there is no escape, just accept it. the sooner you do the least embarrassed you will be once he calls you "drowsy dormousey" in front of your friends (shut up Ace shut up shut up he's cute so he can do that ok. no, you can't, you only sound goofy when you do). call him your little meow meow, he will be delighted.

he's surprisingly good at giving advice when you need it! just get through his enigmatic wording first and you'll find it very helpful! he's great with giving directions and showing the right path! Che'nya is very smart, after all, he just expresses himself in a rather odd way. he's someone you can count on!

for your dates, if you're not spending the day in each other's schools causing chaos and havoc (and a migraine for Riddle) or chilling in your room with cuddles and cat naps, then you're out in the city! you still don't know much about the Isle of Sages, since you scarcely leave NRC, or about the little town there. worry not, Che'nya has explored it throughly and will show you exciting new places! his favorite cafe, that one famous pâtisserie, a nice clothes shop or the beach! whenever there is a new event on the island, be it a music show or a cultural fair, Che'nya will want to go with you. you can't lose an opportunity to have fun together!

when it comes to grades, he's one of the best on his class. that's great, you two should study together! that's what you think, right? well, no, you shouldn't. if you think studying with Ace, Deuce and Grim is chaotic, that's because you didn't try to have a study session with Che'nya. oh, you're confused about this alchemy question? how about he tries to explain in a metaphor that will confuse you even more! you want to ask him questions with flashcards? he will overcomplicate the questions and then turn them on you. DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT ask his help in animal linguistics. he will only talk in cat puns. and most likely meow at you. for a good while. so don't, just don't.

on the rare occasion Che'nya is annoyed or irritated with something, you can tell right away, he doesn't bother trying to hide it. his ears fall flatly against his head, his tail is down and swishing agitatedly and even if he still has the smile on his face you can tell it doesn't reach his eyes. he gets less energetic and doesn't move around so much, sometimes even being stiff. in this case, the best thing to do is to recharge with lots of cuddles and head scratches. eventually he might open up to what's on his mind! be it in riddles or in a straightforward way, just having someone to hear it without judgment already makes him feel better.

he loves hand-made gifts, both giving and recieving! it's easier to put your thoughts and emotions on them and they become more personal. whatever it is that you make him, he will cherish it! you cooked him lunch? he's going to praise all the flavors and savour every bite like it's the last meal he'll eat (he might do an impression of a renomed chef judging your cooking with the most exagerated expressions though)! you drew something for him? it's going on his bedroom wall right now, he will show it to whoever goes there, he might even make a little patch of it (it explains why he's got a shirt with a mix of different flowers patches alongside a sketch of Grim sleeping on Trein's class. he loves wearing it when he visits. Grim hates it and has tried on multiple occasions to get rid of it, with no success so far)! you grew a little plant for him? that's his son now, that plant is going to live the best life, he will song a lullaby to it before going to sleep (luckly he doesn't share his room with anyone, or else there would be way too many complaints about a cat serenading late at night. he says the plant is his dormmate and it loves his songs, thank you very much)!

he drags you to RSA at the very least once. it's actually a lot of fun! everyone is really nice, the castle is beautiful and makes you feel like royalty just by being there, Che'nya's room is super comfortable to spend time in, and, most important of all, the both of you can and will prank people without you having to worry about the payback! and their reactions are really funny too! it's great! that is, until Riddle blows up your phone furiously demanding you to come back this instant. Cater is losing it on the background about how you've got more Magicam followers than he does in less than an hour. Che'nya shows you a picture he took of you and Neige LeBlanche together. it's on Neige's Magicam page. congrats, you're a Magicam subcelebrity now! I hope it was worth the punishment Riddle will give you for breaking the rules!

("I'm not even at your dorm."

"you're still a student of Night Raven College and are expected to follow it's rules!"

"yeah, why did you have to go to RSA of all places, you traitor!"

"shut up Ace, you just wish you were there too.")

[ABOUT: The clothes war saga]

Che'nya sews his own clothes! of course, not all of them, but most have at least some modification he did to fit his alternative style more. sometimes he stays up late to sew, since, according to him, the best ideas come at the oddest of times. maybe that explains why they look like that, but you can't help but be fond of them, especially after seeing how much effort he puts into it and how proud he is!

so you steal his clothes. they are comfy and big on you and so so soft and smell like him and are very comfy. did I mention how soft they are? they don't match with any other clothes you have, but you wear them anyway. that one hoodie with the playing card suits patches he made thinking of his friends in Heartslabyul? it's yours now. you wear it on every unbirthday party you crash into are invited to. Riddle says it looks familiar, you just smile and try to look clueless, Trey covers his laugh on the background. Che'nya tells you if you like his clothes so much he can sew some for you as well, just paw-lease give back his favorite striped shirt. you say you'll think about it. (you don't ♡). then, your mushroom shirt mysteriously disappears. Che'nya looks a lot like the cat that got the cream.

"what are you smiling smugly about?"

"there's always something to smile about, don't you think so?"

you squint your eyes at him. his smile widens mischievously. "you've got my shirt don't you." it's not a question.

"I have no idea what you're talking about~" oh he so does. 

that's how the clothes war started. honestly, at this point you're not even sure which ones were his and which were yours.

("you do, mine are so different!"

"hmm, nope, no idea.")

well, more clothes for you!! you use his purple doc martens once with the most mismatched socks in history. Riddle looks at you like you've commited some crime (you did, against fashion itself. maybe there is a rule against this? surely?). Che'nya threatens to tell Trey to put a sweets ban on you. you give his boots back. (the socks stay with you though.)

[ABOUT: Sappy cat]

you'll always find yourself smiling by his side, he's up to some shenanigan of some sort all the time or has a funny story to tell. look, you'll have to endure the constant cat puns and sometimes even dad jokes here and there, but he makes you laugh so much you could be called a cheshire cat yourself.

("I love you the meowest!"

"there you go."

"I'll love you fur-ever!" you hold your smile, but he can tell you're amused anyway

"that was claw-ful." he smiles wide, so wide you actually wonder just how wide can his mouth open. "I can't believe I just said this, look what you're doing to me."

"no, no, it was paw-some!" that's what you've signed yourself to, fur-end.)

there's never a lack of entertainment around! if you start to get bored, don't worry, he knows just the thing <3

"let's cause some trouble together!"

"you're impossible, you know."

"not impossible, merely unpossible."

"whatever you say. anyway, who are we going to perturb today?"

"there are these freshmen in Heartslabyul..."

"I'm in."

"Of course mew are!"

look, if you don't really like physical affection, he'll respect that as best as he can, but he can get a bit needy.

"purr-lease spare some headpats for a poor kitty in need."

"alright, sure." his ears perk up, it's pretty cute even. you let him wait a few seconds more before looking both ways and then to him again "where's this poor kitty anyway?"

he WILL whine about it how COULD YOU do this to him WHY are you so mean to your boyfriend. just give him the headpats after you've got your laugh and he'll stop complaining.

now, if you are affectionate like him, then expect him to take full advantage of that. hugs everytime you see each other, holding hands if you're walking together, drapping his arm across your shoulders, playing footsie under the table, throwing himself on your lap and demaning for head scratches, wraping his tail around your wrist, propping his chin on your head, nicking on your neck playfully, kissing your cheeks, cuddles and snuggles, holding your waist and nuzzling his head on your shoulder. if you scratch under his chin or behind his ears or brush his tail he will purr SO loud and have the sappiest smile, no shame at all. give him a little kiss for good measure.

he can be cute when he wants to! asking Trey to bake your favorite sweets, giving you flowers that reminded him of you, singing silly tunes, sewing some patch that represents you or leaving little notes around your room (that are mostly confusing, but endearing nonetheless). although if he's in the mood to tease you (which is most of the time. like, at least 86% of it), good luck. hope you don't get flustered or scared easily, because he will use his Unique Magic to mess with you. (lovingly, of course! he never means to actually upset you!) 

feeling lonely? BAM there's a floating head to keep you company! hey why are you screaming? no worries, it's just your menace of a boyfriend <3

he'll tickle you and give you little kisses all over while invisible. try to guess where he is~ if you get it right, he might even have a prize for you!

"is it a hundred thaumarks?"

"maybe yes, maybe no, who knows~"

"you literally know."

"know? know what? there are some things I do and some things I don't."

"I'll pull on your tail if you keep it up."

"you'll have to find it first, though." he laughs. you flawlessly catch his tail. he was rubbing it softly against your side, after all, and you know him well enough by now to have a good idea of where it would be.

"well, where's my prize?" he appears fully before you and gives you a kiss on the nose, disappearing again. "ah? where's my hundred thaumarks?" you pull lightly on his tail, relishing on the whiny protest sound he lets out.

"I'm just kitting" he appears before you again, a pout on his lips.

you just stare at him, unimpressed. "well?"

"here is the true prize!" he presses a light kiss against your lips, ready to pull away again before your hands cup his cheeks and keep him in place, foreheads touching.

"hm, I'll have to enjoy it to the fullest, yes? that's only fair."

"how purr-suasive. I'll indulge you then." your lips meet again, and again, and again. seems like the prize was worth it after all~

[ABOUT: Cat fight]

whenever Che'nya visits NRC, Grim will be FIGHTING for your attention (not literally, at least not after he put one of the walls of ramshackle on fire and you didn't buy him any tuna for a whole week. he's learnt his lesson this time).

"you gotta choose who is your favorite, henchman! Me, the greatest mage Grim, or that annoying cat!"

"Grim, you know I love both of you a lot, yes?"

"but you love me more, right?"

you just sigh and shake your head, no point in trying to argue with him. Che'nya laughs from where his head is smushed against your stomach, finding the situation rather amusing as Grim tries to brag about his 'victory' and you play with his hair.

this one-sided animosity begun when you and Che'nya started dating and he went to spend a day at your dorm. he just happened to pick Grim's favorite spot on the sofa and, on top of that, you didn't give Grim any attention or defend his spot! and it doesn't end there! you even let your boyfriend eat some of Grim's premium tuna! (Grim also ate it, since you made everyone tuna sandwiches, but this isn't the point.) and he had to endure his terrible awful horrible no good very bad cat puns!

on Che'nya's end, he finds the whole thing rather entertaining. sometimes he swishes his tail in front of Grim to watch your dormmate try to catch it, a concentrated look on his face. it's cute, so you let them be.

[ABOUT: If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends]

if you don't get along with his best friends- yes you do. you won't have a choice, you'll have to at least tolerate them with how often you'll be meeting each other. plus, Trey and Riddle mean a lot for Che'nya, so it makes him really happy to see his favorite people in the world getting along! Trey is glad Che'nya found someone that makes him so giddy and that doesn't mind his oddity.

("he always sends me a text whenever you do something he finds cute. he texts me everyday now."

"he better not be sending any photos."

"oh, don't worry, if anything you'll like it."

Trey procceds to show you the many silly selfies Che'nya sends him. Che'nya arrives in the middle of it but only shows himself when you are going to ask Trey to send them to you. "if you like my face so meow-ch, you should just tell me~")

Riddle is more low-key about it, but he always smiles at you when you crash his unbirthday parties and lets you and Grim stay until the end, so that means you're in his good books for bringing so much happiness to his friend.

("aw man, why does Riddle only lets you get away from taking extra slices of tart?"

"well, Ace, maybe he just didn't see it."

"he definetly did, he even nodded on your direction before turning his head to pretend he didn't."

"oh Deuce, you must have imagined it."

"who cares, what matters is that I get more tart to eat later!"

"so true Grim, so true.")

him and Cater are friends as well, since they met each other on their first year through their mutual friend, Trey. Cater takes photos of his looks because they are 'super magicamable' and slides his plate with sweets under the table for Che'nya to eat on unbirthday parties. (Trey spent a long time thinking Cater loved blueberry muffins since he always took a lot of these, and baked extras for him. Che'nya was not complaining). Cater always seems to know what's happening everywhere, even on RSA, before anyone else. how does he do that? of course, him and Che'nya like to trade gossip about their respective schools (you are added to their group chat eventually. you know the names of students you've never even seen before and most likely never will). if Cater posts a picture with the two of you, you're either:

a) going to flirt on the comments between you two.

("oh? who is this cute kitty on the photo?"

"hmm, I don't know, I was more interested in looking at the beauty by his side!"

"stop flirting on my posts you two please")

OR

b) going to flirt WITH cater. yes both of you. yes some people might have thought there was some cheating scandal between the three of you. Cater loved it since his picture got more traction this way, Che'nya loved it because the theories were really funny and you loved it because the things these two sent on your gossip group chat were wild.

("Cay-Cay, you're looking so handsome on this picture, I couldn't look at anything else~"

"thank you Che'nya, you look quite cute yourself~"

and

"Cay-Cay, when are we going out like this again? I had a loooot of fun with you ♡"

"me too prefect, we'll have to make new plans soon, for just the two of us ☆")

when it comes to your friends, Che'nya likes to tease and prank them a lot, but he is pretty chill overall. Deuce always get scared of his disappearing act and Ace laughs at him, right before jumping in surprise once Che'nya appears behind him, only your boyfriend's cheeky grin to show where he is. he likes watching Ace doing magic tricks with cards and Deuce calling him to a race. if there's one thing these three are absolutely chaotic at is palying games together, be it board games, card games or video games. Che'nya tries to make up rules on spot, Ace argues with him when it's bad for him but agrees if it's advantageous, Deuce is confused and getting low key gaslighted on basic rules. by the end of the game, your stomach is hurting from how much you laughed trying to play with them.

("wait, Deuce, since you played a four, you need to clap your hands three times or else you'll have to fish a card."

"but the last four Ace played you said he had an extra turn and could play again!"

"well, that's because it was a red four, and yours is yellow, so it's different."

"I don't remember these being Uno rules. what do you think, Ace?"

"he's right, now you better buy that card because it's my turn!")

[ABOUT: TL;DR]

in conclusion: he'll tease you a lot, he can be quite confusing, his fashion sense is rather odd, he's got some terrible jokes, he acts like a clingy cat most of the time and you are not safe from his pranks, even if you're dating him. but still, he finds you to be the cutest person in the world, no matter what you're doing, he can't never get bored around you! he's giving you plenty of affection every day, bringing you little gifts, messaging you things that he thought you'd like, showing you his favorite people and things and places! your smile is the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and he'll make sure to keep seeing it every day by making you happy.

life is very interesting with a boyfriend like him, get ready for some excitement!

Masterlist

Yuu: Sooo, would you mind living with us? We only have one room, unfortunately Scully: But you have a lot of rooms... Yuu: *boards up doors to other rooms* No.

Everyone: who are you dating? Yuu (MC) looks back at overblots, freshmen and Crowley: with troubles.

Event "Glorious Masquerade"

All students: are devoid of magic and have difficulty because of it. Yuu(MS) lives without magic: HAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHA LOOSERS!!!

I know I should have posted this during the event, but I forgot.

Without hatred and any negativity towards anyone

Part of the players: they say that the main character can't be a girl. Disney Comics Anthology: The main character, a girl, is released. Another part of the players who said that the main character could be a girl:

Random thoughtless thought

If Yuu does not return home and finishes his studies at NRC, he/she will work in college (for example, as a psychotherapist/psychologist).

Halloween

Everyone: trying to scare Yuu(MC). Yuu(MC) who won 6 overblots and does Crowley's daily errands: hehehe~ weaklings

Random thoughtless thought

If Yuu had appeared on the cover of the game, he would have appeared from the mirror.

salvation {reader x vamp!jamil/vamp!ruggie/vamp!riddle}

I’M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE BUT HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY CUTIE!!! @dulcesiabits​ I hope it was a good one <3

!! information !!

characters: jamil/ruggie/riddle (together)

reader: gn (”you” pronouns)

CW: dubious use of aphrodisiacs/aphrodisiac bites (non-nsfw dubcon (i still don’t know what else to call this)) - also also: blood and blood drinking/turning described vividly.

Eternity tends to dampen the senses. At least, that’s how it felt for Jamil. Just as food no longer tasted as fine and sunlight no longer brought him joy as it warmed his skin, he found his emotions muted over time. His happiness felt like dull relief, his disappointment little more than a passing bother. Nothing seemed to affect him anymore, instead reflecting off his skin as he approached each endless day with an impassive glare.

That was why he knew exactly what was wrong when he felt it: that horrible, stinging pain that shot through his body, like he had been impaled by a red-hot iron rod and molten steel had been poured in the void where his soul used to be. Jamil crumpled to his knees, clutching and clawing at his shirt and biting his own tongue, uncaring as his fang pierced through the skin. The thought of tearing his heart out passed his mind - there was only one person who could make him feel that way, and anything that could spur this on was bad, bad, bad.

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