Title: Their Older Sister

Title: Their older sister

Character(s): Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech (Twisted Wonderland)

Summary: You are the older sister they always adore, someone who cared about them and gave them affection. It is only natural for them to cling to you so.

Warnings/tags: Fem!reader, the reader is probably like around 5 years older but very is vague, platonic yandere themes so obsessive and possessive themes but most of it is just fluff, you are the older sister to Jade and Floyd but Azul also sees you as his older sister.

They always adored you even when they are troublemakers to others, to you they will stop whatever they were doing when you call for dinner and they would curl around your arms almost like puppies as they take their naps on your lap.

Even since they could remember they always went to you when they have a chance. You were their older sister and they always asked you to play with them bothering you when you had to study or had to do another task. You always let them have what they want within limits of course. When Floyd nagged for your hugs you will give them to him, when Jade asked for your affection you will give them to him.

It was amusing to watch when others looked at you and the twins, as you nagged them for playing so rowdy that their hair had become a mess. You were the only one they would listen to. They will stay still as you comb their hair out with your fingertips, leaning closer to you.

Others have tried to do the same, they found children adorable and your little siblings were so. Yet when they tried to reach for them their hands would be harshly slapped away the two merboys did not want any physical affection from others.

You saw it happen a few times before while sometimes they would try to stand still when your eyes were on them. Floyd only had so much patience towards the coos of the older mermaid, while Jade could only do so much with his sharp tongue when he was displeased.

At the end of the day, you have to apologize to others for their rude behaviors and later at home reprimand the two. They always felt a little guilty at first, saddened that their older sister was angry at them yet Floyd can't help but gasp in excitement while Jade smiled as you told them that you will be buying some dessert and if they want something.

Quickly they swam to catch up to you each taking one of your hands as you head to the store.

While you were at the store you sent them to the playground while you pay and from there they meet a little aggressive octopus hiding inside a pot. You and they tried to get the little octopus out of his pot but weren't able to sadly as you glanced at the spells written on the pot's inner wall.

As they grew they started to notice something while their love for you was still the same it seems that the world thought differently about it. While they were small they were allowed to cling to their older sister's arms others would often make remarks about how adorable you guys were yet now while they compliment you and their relationship they could see how unsure their eyes were while they ask your parents if it was really okay for them to continue clinging on to you this much like this.

"They grow at such a fast rate but is it really okay for them to continue on clinging to their older sister's arms? I am just worried that they would not be able to grow at a certain point."

"It is good that they have a good relationship with their sister, I could only wish my own children could get along as well as your kids... but don't you think the twins are a little... much..."

"Are the twins like this at home too? I notice how fond they are of their sister but don't you think they are a little... you know... too obsessive?"

Floyd always seems hostile when it happens Jade knew that his brother was frustrated by their remarks and wanted to bite at them, Floyd constantly asked Jade if he could squeeze them but Jade would only grab him by the should forcing him not to go. They knew if they did something nothing good would happen and someone... someone would drag you away from them.

You haven't heard those talks maybe it was because you didn't care as much as they did or maybe because you never were able to hear them as one of them would always try to drag you away before you could hear the full conversation. Maybe... They didn't want you to hear it... they did not want you to push them away because of what others thought...

They didn't want you to push them away at all.

You were surprised when they came home with a friend. A boy name Azul smiling at him you welcome him to the house. As you watch the three small boys play you can help but mentally sigh in relief. You always worry a little when you see Jade and Floyd having a hard time finding interest in others other than themselves. They would probably tell you that you are another person they care about but you didn't count yourself when you hoped that they could expand their connections with others and not only you.

Maybe they knew about it, maybe they didn't you wondered.

Azul visited often, often enough that you thought they have become pretty close. The three don't let you into many of their conversations they act all sneaky but once in a while when they didn't have something to hide all of them were rather chill take a seat around the table doing homework while you prepare something for them to eat.

While it wasn't often Jade occasionally ask you questions about his homework that you were always willing to help while you put a lot of your focus on Floyd finishing his own work. The boy just refuses to look at his book sometimes really instead choosing to hug your waist whining about how boring this was.

More often than not you just had to wonder if they were ever embarrassed acting like this in front of their friend. You have heard from your friends that siblings weren't really supposed to get along and prefer to ignore one another if they were with friends finding it much more embarrassing to greet each other.

Azul didn't talk to you while he didn't care what the twins do you noticed he kept his distance. And this was the case for a while till you found him alone in the living room, he told you the twins went out to the store to buy something and that he was waiting for them. Seeing as you didn't want to leave the young boy alone you tried to make a small conversation with him. His likes and dislikes, what he often does with the twins (most of which he denied answering) and hobbies.

Azul was just adorable when he tried to look anywhere but you but having your interest in him when it was usually the twins made him flustered. When you asked him about his hobbies he wondered if he should say something about his revenge but instead of saying that he told you that he liked board games.

He flinched when he saw your eyes widen a tiny fraction he thought you would mock him yet instead of doing so you asked if he would like to play a board game with you as you do have them just collecting dust as the twins didn't have much interest in it.

The twins found you and Azul both playing a game both in deep concentration only to be broken when Floyd suddenly grabbed your arm pouting that you would play with Azul but not him.

Azul started to open up to you little by little from there on, while really rare he would ask you questions about his studies as he tried to get ahead of everyone else. Sometimes he would ask to play a game with you before the twins would show up to ruin it all.

But you can't forget that moment when the boy almost called you sister. His red face as he tried to run away while Floyd and Jade adamantly told him that they were absolutely not allowing him to call you that. After some chat, giving Floyd the biggest hug and Jade too telling them that you will forever be their older sister. You told Azul to come out from his hiding pot and that it was okay that he calls you sister too.

You also gave the boy a hug as he tried to cover his blushing face with it but you can see his red ears.

But he liked it... he liked your affectionate attention.

They always hated it as they grew the fact that others would not approve of their clinging nature towards their older sister. They always hated the idea that as time passed there was a chance when you could be taken away from them by someone else when you belonged to them. Your eyes with hearts as you follow that person, and leaving them forever alone.

They hate that they could not really do anything bad else you become rather suspicious of what they do already. The invitation to the night raven academy made you happy for them while they were bitter that there was a dorm system.

Yet they could not say anything when you looked so happy for them. So they made a promise that they would go to the academy and when they finally graduated you and them would forever stay together.

They will make sure that you will be with them whether you want it or not even if they have to use spells and magic or contracts or Floyd's hugs. They will keep anyone who hates their close relationship with you away and trample them where they walk.

They want to stay with you whether the world wants it or not.

Note: I don't write a lot of platonic yandere for the older sibling and I was in the mood for it so here yeah go! Hope you enjoyed reading it.

Baby MC: *learning to stand and walk*

Deuce: B-Be careful, Baby Rosehearts!

Trey: That's great. Keep going. One step at a time.

Riddle: *passes by to get something*

Baby MC: *went on all fours and crawls after their brother*

Trey: *sigh* Riddle, you've interrupted them.

Riddle: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

Baby MC: *stands just to hug his leg*

Trey: Anyway, are you going to have a meeting again?

Riddle: Yes. Professor Crewel wants us to finalize some costume designs designated to each dorm.

Riddle: It's going to be a long discussion. Would you mind watching my baby sibling for me?

Baby MC: *starts whining*

Trey: *laughs* I think they want to go with you.

Riddle: *frowning a little* But Malleus-senpai will be there.

Deuce: Huh? Why? Is there a problem with Malleus-senpai?

Riddle: Last time, MC grabbed his horns and I was sure Malleus-senpai disliked that.

Trey and Deuce: Oh...

Deuce: Yeah... Babies have this herculean grip after all.

Riddle: So MC is staying here. And make sure they'll be entertained while I'm gone. Is that clear?

Trey and Deuce: Yes, housewarden!

Vil: You didn't bring the baby?

Riddle: Yes. I left them at the dorm.

Malleus: What a pity. I've brought some toys for them.

Riddle: ...

Azul: Excuse me, senpai... But that doesn't seem to be suited for kids...

Malleus: What do you mean?

Leona: They're all spikes, you damn idiot.

Malleus: Hm. But I used to play with these.

Kalim: Haha! I wonder what it's like playing with spikes!

Idia: Injured-max 100.

Azul: Anyway, Professor Crewel seems to be late.

Professor Crewel: *entering with Baby MC in his arms*

Baby MC: *starts bouncing after they see Riddle*

Professor Crewel: Behave. Riddle Rosehearts, were you not aware that your baby sibling tried following you here?

Riddle: ...

Riddle: I'm sure I had asked my vice-housewarden and the other Heartslabyul students to watch over them.

Professor Crewel: I see. Then your baby sibling is already a misbehaving puppy. *pokes their cheek*

Baby MC: *giggles*

Malleus: Crewel, were you late because you took time to dress up the little child of man?

Professor Crewel: I had to sew some fabric, of course.

Professor Crewel: *putting Baby MC down*

Baby MC: *about to crawl*

Professor Crewel: No, no. You walk. That fabric is expensive and you're not wiping the floor with it.

Baby MC: *giggles* *stands and toddles slowly to Riddle*

Riddle: *carries them up* *frowning* Did you escape from the dorm?

Baby MC: Heh~~

Idia and Kalim: Pffft!

Malleus: Hello, little child of man.

Baby MC: Yayo~! *holds and shakes his pinky finger*

Vil: Malleus, don't even think about giving those toys to them.

Malleus: *frowns* Who said I would?

Trey: I'm sorry, Riddle. I thought they've gone to sleep not until Deuce panicked, saying they were not in their room.

Deuce: It's okay if you don't accept our apology, sir!

Riddle: *sigh* No, it's fine. I called mother. She did say that it was one of her problems when it comes to MC.

Riddle: They'll find a way to go to you. It happened once with her and MC managed to locate where she was working at.

Trey: ...

Trey: That seems like a silly story, Riddle.

Riddle: *gets his phone and shows them a video*

*Baby MC being carried by random people while wearing the ID of their mother*

Trey and Deuce: ...

Riddle: I need some sort of tracking device for them.

I have no clue where I was going with this. Have fun.

(Do not like without Reblogging.)

ᓚᘏᗢ Moray courtship ..彡

SYNOPSIS. The Eel twins tries to feed their beloved crush; opening their mouth at each other is Moray courtship thing and oops— MC doesn't know that, but do you know who does? The Leech twins of course!

CHARACTERS. Jade Leech, Floyd Leech

TAGS. Fluff, mutual pining

REQUESTED BY. Anonymous (from prev blog)

WORD COUNT. 780

JADE LEECH.. ᐟᐟ

You trusted Jade, but there are times you didn't especially since he has a habit of poking your buttons to see your reaction, and today wasn't any different. He said he wanted you to try his new recipe, you were going to but he insisted he fed it to you himself. You weren't on guard with this one

He asked you to open your mouth, widely so he can feed you, he lets you finish chewing first before he starts his mischief. "How bold of you, to confess to me right now upfront."

You rose a brow, confused. "What're you talking about?"

"A common courtship for eels is gaping our mouth widely, even if a human is initiating it." He said this rather bluntly like you didn't accidentally confess intentionally or not. Your face warmed up, you can't believe you were tricked! You know he did all of this on purpose

"You— You set me up!" you pointed a finger at him

"Hmm? Oh, I would never" he gave a fake hurt face with a hand in his chest acting like he's the one that's been poked fun of. Before you can let out an earful chide, Jade shoved a spoon full of mushroom risotto into your mouth to keep you from talking. You choked for a bit, but still chewed nonetheless.

"How's the food?" He tries to change the subject, especially when you had a pouty, angry expression directed at him while you chew. You didn't want to admit it, yet the taste was incredible that you couldn't form a lie, submitting to defeat. "It's... good..."

He grabbed another spoonful from the plate to feed you again, he have his hands underneath to keep any spill to stain any fabric. You were skeptical this time, you squint your eyes giving him a look of suspicion, he chuckled at your behavior,

"I'm not gonna tease you this time"

You let your guard down for a bit and opened your mouth again, but not wider like last time. You closed your eyes waiting for the food, instead of feeding you like Jade said he would, he went closer to kiss you on the cheek causing you to open your eyes. He pulled away to see you embarrassed by his actions

"Hey!" You put a hand on the cheek where he left the kiss, it was warmer than before, "—You liar!"

"Am I..? You're so easy to tease."

FLOYD LEECH.. ᐟᐟ

It wasn't a date, but you didn't turn down Floyd's invitation to visit him while he was at work. I mean, he even said he'd give you a free meal as a special guest, how can you turn that down? What you didn't expect was he was the one feeding you

"ahhh..." You opened your mouth and closed your eyes, waiting to be fed with food but all Floyd did was stare blankly at you, then his face brighten

"I knew it, I knew it! You do love me!" He tackled you into a hug causing the both of you to fall into the soft sofa. Overly affectionate as he is, Floyd rubs his cheek against yours in a loving manner. The food was soon ignored and the spoon was dropped somewhere creating a small mess

"Floyd—! Careful!" You tried to squirm from his heavy tackle, but his height couldn't let you escape. He ignores your confused yelps as he continues to trap you in his embrace refusing to let go. You were sure he heard the loud drum of your heartbeats

He chants a bunch of 'I love you' and incoherent sentences about how he waited long for this, but he still refused to let go and you gave up freeing yourself. He was much stronger than you

But after a few minutes had passed you tapped his back with a hand, you were losing air and needed a bit of space. "Floyd, I can't breathe anymore— I love you too, so please—"

Floyd lets go instantly from your words, he still has this wide grin. He was like a dog happy to see it's owner. "You mean it? You really, really mean it?"

Your hand was on your chest, and the other was stopping him from hugging you again. You were panting heavily from the lack of air and the fast beating of your heart.

"Yes I mean it, but next time don't try to kill me,, okay?

"Haha, I won't, I won't" He hugged you again, this time it was less crushing than earlier, it didn't take long for you to hug him back.

To this day, you still don't know what could've made Floyd that way...

The Red Darling

Yandere! Vil Schoenheit x Female! Reader

I’ve been obsessed with Luz’s song called Darling Blue. The storyline is still confusing to me, but the old song vibes is just *chef’s kiss* I might just write the Neige version. Also, Epel here isn’t/wasn’t Vil’s junior.

“Honestly, how could she neglect her own health like this?”

Vil sighed as he exited the Magicam that once showed the video of you signing your albums to the fans. It wasn’t the first time he’d watched it, nor was it the first video he’d ever watched, but it wasn’t what he focused on the most. It was your sluggish movements, your droopy eyes, your stifled yawns, and your fatigued smiles. Your fans might not see those signs, or they might choose to ignore them, but he did see and he did pay attention.

After all, Vil Schoenheit was your biggest fan.

Despite your imperfect voice, he admired how you always strived to improve yourself. He, out of all people, knew perfection didn’t exist yet he chose to be the best version of himself anyway. Although, there was a lingering regret that Vil wasn’t able to find and support you from the beginning of your career. Regardless, he wasn’t too late. He was there when you performed in a small stage, and he was there when you performed in a bigger stage.

But it seemed that you tried too hard this time.

Pressing a certain number, Vil put the phone to his ear.

“Hello, Adella. When is [Name]’s next concert?”

“Huh? This is the first time you ask that kind of thing.”

“Just tell me already.”

“Wait, let me check.” There was a momentary pause, and Vil tapped his foot impatiently. “It’s on the second week next month. Why?”

“I need the VIP ticket.”

“What?!”

“Do not make me repeat myself, Adelle.”

“O-oh, of course. I’ll purchase the ticket and send it to you as soon as possible.”

“Good, thank you. I’ll be sure to repay the money.”

He turned off the call before she could utter another word and huffed. Honestly, why was she so surprised? It wasn’t as if he’d ever hidden his fondness for you, even if he didn’t particularly gush over you like many of your fans did.

Stroking the photo of you smiling to the camera with a microphone in hand, while the crowd was cheering on you from below the platform, Vil leaned forward and kissed your face. It was his favorite photo due to the perfect mixture of spotlight and sweat that illuminated your glowing features.

And very soon, he’d be able to see it from up close.

***

You sighed wistfully as you stared at the photos of you and your ex, Epel. Your relationship used to be a secret, as it should, due to his status as a mere apple juice merchant. But, suddenly, a news broke out that one of his products was apparently poisoned and it froze the victim until morning. They sued him, and although it was fortunate that he didn’t get imprisoned, Epel still lost a significant amount of money and fame. You tried to help him, because you knew he was planning to propose you, but Epel feared for your futures.

And, thus, he decided to break up with you.

You were devastated, although deep down, you were still in denial of his charges. Epel was the type to pick a fight with someone if they pissed him off rather than poisoning them. Not ‘manly’, he’d say. And yet, even that wasn’t enough to save your relationship. Wasn’t enough to make him believe in you the same way you did in him. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t. Too much was at stake here, and no matter how much you tried to convince him that you could be the breadwinner later on, he still refused. For him, a job was another part of his pride.

And now, not even his apple cutting skills could save him from shame. Internally and externally.

So, you threw yourself to work. You practiced day and night, all to forget the depression that crept up on you when there was no music as a distraction and to avoid your manager’s scolding. There was only so much she could tolerate from you, and isolating yourself in your room might just be the end of her patience. The exhaustion shook your body, worsened by the starvation caused by your diet, but you forced yourself to smile. To your fans, and now…

“Vil Schoenheit will be attending your concert later as a VIP. Please show your best self.”

To him.

It wasn’t as if you hated him. Oh, no. If you looked at it from another angle, his perfectionism was admirable. He showed and deserved nothing less. In fact, you could even say you preferred him than Neige. But today was different. Today, you were at your worst self. You didn’t even know if you could survive five minutes on the stage. What would the Vil Schoenheit think of you, then? Being the second most famous actor in Twisted Wonderland was bound to sway some opinions easily, and after all the hard work you’d put in, you didn’t know how to handle the breakdown should you fail to impress him later on.

And you succeeded, even if it was just barely. Otherwise, your manager wouldn’t have told you that he was waiting for you at his private room. At the very least, you managed to stand and smile at the crowd and cameras earlier. It was still an achievement in itself, no matter how petty it seemed.

“Excuse me, Schoenheit? My manager said you want to talk to me.”

“Oh, yes. Come here, and don’t call me Schoenheit. It looks like you’re calling my father instead.”

You tittered and sat down beside him with enough distance to be appropriate.

“So, what do you want to talk about?”

“I’ll be honest, you didn’t reach the high note in your first song.”

You flinched, not expecting the abrupt comment. You knew you made a lot of mistakes, especially recently, but it still stung.

“I-I see. I was trying, though.”

“I know, but your exhaustion has hindered your performance. I expect you to take care of yourself the same way you do to your work.”

He was right, but it didn’t mean you could accept it easily. It wasn’t as if you overworked yourself because you wanted to, anyway.

“… Yes, thank you for your advice, Schoen– I mean, Vil.”

“Don’t just thank me. You should apply it from now on.”

“Of course.”

Somehow, he made you feel as if he was your manager. Or, worse, your mother.

“Therefore, I decided to bring you to dinner with me. Regardless of your mistakes, you still did your best for the sake of your fans. So you deserve a nice meal, at the very least.”

You wondered how many whiplash you’d get from him. First, he suddenly attended your concert as a VIP. Then, he judged your performance so harshly. And now, he invited you to dinner? No, you realized, it wasn’t an invitation. It was an order. And the restaurant wasn’t a typical five star one, either.

No, it was the kind that took months just for a reservation.

Luckily, Vil didn’t talk much during mealtime. He ate calmly and gracefully, savoring each bite. You felt even more conscious of your table manner, and you clumsily tried to follow everything he did. You weren’t sure if you should be flattered or embarrassed when he huffed in amusement.

“Let’s go to my house. I just bought [flavor] tea and I want you to taste them.”

You wondered where did he find out that you liked that particular flavor. Did you tell it to your fans and you happened to forget? If so, then did that mean he was your fan too? The thought flattered you. Of course, it was only logical considering he came to your concert. Still, all of his invitations had been startling despite being a fan. Maybe because he was also as popular as you, if not more.

“You have a lovely home.” you remarked, glancing around the spotless living room.

“Of course. A tidy house reflects a tidy mind.”

You smiled bemusedly, too accustomed by forced humility that his confident answer surprised you a bit. And yet, you found that it suited him very well. He wasn’t lying, anyway, so he deserved to feel proud of himself. You could learn a thing or two about not putting yourself down too much.

“Sit down. I’m going to prepare the tea for a moment.”

The couch was plush and comfy, and after all the whirlwind of activities and the fatigue that came with it, you might as well be falling asleep here.

Luckily, you had a stronger self-control than that.

Your back immediately straightened up when Vil returned with a tray of porcelain cups depicting the poisoned apples. Despite his conduct befitting that of a queen, his elegance when he poured the tea from the teapot was no less amazing.

You sipped the tea as silently and slowly as you could, savoring the flavor and warmth as if it was your last drink. You’d refused the wine from the restaurant earlier, fearing that you’d make a fool out of yourself by getting drunk. It didn’t matter if you could hold up your alcohol well; Vil’s presence demanded only perfection.

“How does it taste like?”

“Refreshing. The scent really calms down my nerves.”

It wasn’t a lie; it did recompose you, even slightly.

“I’m glad you think so. I’ve been wanting to taste this as well.”

You wondered why he didn’t do it himself, but you supposed that drink, just like food, was more delicious and memorable with company.

“Um, may I use the restroom?”

“It’s the third door on the right.”

You passed the kitchen, where the window displayed the darkening sky. Not from the moon, but from the upcoming rain. Hastily, you did your business in fear of being staying over for too long. It smelled vaguely of apple, and the yellow light illuminated the sparkling bathroom. Branded toiletries lined up neatly in the cabinet, and the towels were meticulously white.

It wasn’t until you spotted a slightly ajar door did you stop on your tracks.

Now, of course, you knew curiosity killed the cat. And, in this case, the cat was your job. But when your gut feeling compelled you to approach the room, and see your pictures pinned on the dressing mirrors, you knew it was simultaneously a good and bad thing to do. One of them was you smiling to the camera with a microphone in hand, while the crowd was cheering on you from below the platform. There seemed to be a few lipstick marks on it, cementing Vil’s position as your fan. While the other was a photo of you and Epel, with an X sign crudely slashed onto his face.

It was your anniversary photo, and you wore your best camouflage outfit at that time, so how did he have it? Did the paparazzi stalk you without your knowledge and send it to him somehow? It had to. You couldn’t think of any other possibility.

But the question was why? Why would he have that? You thought he’d at least understand how hard it was to date someone, being a celebrity himself. And yet, the sign on Epel’s face suggested that he didn’t understand, let alone accept it.

He couldn’t accept it.

“Don’t you know that it’s rude to peek into someone’s room?”

You froze, and for a split second, you were tempted to rush inside and slam the door on his face. But that would be a suicidal move, wouldn’t it? It was his room, after all, and he could easily find a key to unlock the door.

“V-Vil,” you tittered. “I’m sorry. Did you wait long?”

The said man squinted at you.

“Long enough to catch a mouse lingering near a place where it shouldn’t be.”

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to be rude, I swear! I was just–”

Curious? Nosy? There was no point in defending yourself, and he knew that. So, you sighed heavily as your shoulders sagged in resignation.

“Why… do you have my photo?” you asked, almost whispering. “The one with my… friend. It was supposed to be a private event. You–” you paused, already doubting your impromptu decision to confront him. Was it even worth digging your grave for the sake of your practically nonexistent privacy? “You shouldn’t have that.”

Vil was quiet for a moment, but you didn’t dare to look up. He didn’t criticize your composure, either, or your posture.

“… Sometimes, I wonder about that too.” he mused softly. “When I first saw that photo, I should’ve burned it to ashes and stomped on it with my heels. But, instead, I let my hands shake and ultimately hang it on the mirror, if not as a source of… motivation.”

Somehow, you had a feeling it wasn’t a good kind of motivation. Your stomach churned at the thought.

“I did a background check on him, and was thoroughly disappointed in your choice of men.”

You flinched instinctively and opened your mouth to defend Epel, but his withering glare silence you quickly.

“I mean, an apple merchant from a small village?” he scoffed. “It was all just too easy, honestly, to set him up. I just needed to have someone buy one of his products, used my unique magic on it, and ordered them to give it to someone so they could have a ‘taste’.”

Your stomach plummeted, and you wished you could run back to the bathroom and puke all of that fancy food earlier.

“I almost pity him, really. He went from poor to destitute, but I suppose it’s still a lot better than death.”

“Why…?” you asked breathlessly, eyes stinging at the upcoming tears. “Why did you do that to him?! What did he do to you until he deserved that kind of fate?! Answer me, Schoenheit!”

His eyes darkened at the name usage just as the thunder boomed outside.

“Because a queen deserves a king by her side.”

You gaped at him. A king? Who was the king? Was it you? If so, didn’t a king deserve a good, sane queen by his side too?

Why did you feel more like a girl under the queen’s unfair wrath instead?

“… It’s getting late.” you mumbled. “I have practice tomorrow. Excuse me.”

Vil grabbed your arm, and you wondered if he could crush an apple with his grip.

“Where do you think you’re going? Can’t you see that it’s pouring out there?” he scolded as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on you. “You’re going to get sick, especially in that kind of condition.”

“It’s fine. I always have a painkiller ready…”

Suddenly, everything started to blur and move upside down. You clasped a hand over your mouth and collapsed to your feet, resisting the urge to vomit all over the marble floor.

“See? I told you.” Vil’s voice sounded distant despite him crouching beside you. “You’re sick, because you’ve been avoiding your much-needed rest. Don’t worry, I’ve told your manager that you’ll be staying with me for a few days.”

You were too weak to fight him, let alone escape from him. So, you allowed him to carry your body inside and lay it on the bed. He pulled the blanket to your chin and stood there for a moment.

“I won’t let you neglect your health anymore, especially over that pauper.” he hissed. “Under my care, you shall return to your best version. And I’ll be there as your number one fan and man.”

Deep down, you knew that your predicament wasn’t just because of your fatigue. He did something to you, to the tea, and you’d been too naïve to believe that the queen couldn’t be evil as well.

And his crooked smirk proved your suspicion.

Yuu: Tell us, is there other spirit in this dorm?

Ouija board: Y-E-S

Grim: Great, your portion of the rent is 1000 madols. It's due the first of the month.

Ouija board: W-T-F