#jade leech/reader

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Broom Ride: Any Twst Boy/Reader

Flying on a broom.

The Prefect told him before about how it was something they had dreamed of as a child. Growing up in a world devoid of magic, the notion of soaring through the sky on a household cleaning tool was the stuff of fantasy and imagination. They told him how they would often sneak away with an old broom from the kitchen and try to ride it, hoping and wishing they could defy gravity and take to the open air. Always disappointed each time their feet remained on the ground.

Sure, they were scared when they were sent to Twisted Wonderland but after getting used to things they realized the possibilities. However, there was a damper on the joy they felt when they learned they couldn't fly without magic.

Their happiness when he offered to take them along on his broom during flying lesions just had to be one of the cutest things he had ever seen. The way their eyes lit up and their face broke into an excited grin upon hearing his offer showed just how much it meant to them.

….

Ah….

He really did have pure intentions with his offer. He knew how hard things were for them…and when they shared that little dream of theirs? Of course, he had to do something. But now…he feels like he’s going to die but in the best way.

They gripped his waist for dear life once the broom lifted off the ground. Shivering in fear, they clung to his back, arms wrapped tightly around him and hands fisting the fabric of his shirt, their knuckles white from holding on so tight. Eyes clenched shut as they pressed their face against his shoulder blade, too scared to open their eyes and look at the ground so far below. 

They were so warm.

He could feel their pounding heart against his back. Their body trembling against his, shivers wracking their frame. Their hot, quick breaths gusted against him as they hid their face against his back, their lips unintentionally caressing his shoulder blade almost feeling like a kiss. He was hyperaware of their closeness, the intimacy of their embrace driven by fear rather than affection. 

The feeling of them clinging to him so tightly, relying on him for safety and reassurance, was the most amazing and addictive thing he’d ever felt. 

He hopes they're not too scared to do this again.

[thateldribitch]

To Be Tender

Yandere Floyd/Reader; Yandere Jade/Reader. Briefly mentioned Yandere Azul/Reader.

Word Count: 2114

Kind of part of a series, could be read as standalone though. Here's part one!

CW: Possessive behavior, kidnapping, yandere behavior, the tweels being grabby and creepy (but not sexual.) The ocean. Conditioning and manipulation. We're getting psychological this time bitches.

“Darling….” A warm breath makes your eyes flutter in the false dawn. The magical lights begin to tick past the faint blue of the night cycle to an early morning gray. The faux stars dim. The projected moon clicks off. A groan trickles past your lips… petering off into a whine as his limbs untwine from yours. Cold. You curl into a ball, soaking up the warmth draining from the bed. A hand strokes through your hair, tenderly. Warm lips press to your forehead. “...business trip… evening…. Back before you know it….”

Words drift in and out of your barely thawed consciousness. Too cold to go to sleep; too sleepy to fully wake. A quiet chuckle escapes Azul’s lips, as he swaddles you in a sinfully soft blanket. It’s weighted…. And that too-light feeling fades with a sigh of comfort. Sinking… back into sleep…. Hours later… the bulbs in the walls begin to burnish to a sunshine-gold… your eyes flutter open. 

You scream into your goddamn pillow.

Even the fabric smells like him. The blanket is worse, though. Gods, whenever he leaves like this he swaddles you in soft blankets, weighted and covered in his cologne. The texture feels all too similar to his skin, the plush softness of his caecilian body…. It should disquiet you. It used to. And yet you’ve been Pavlov’d into relaxing beneath the false warmth and weight and scent….. Spitefully, you kick the blanket off of you and curl into a ball.

It’s worse when you remember he only gives you the blankets when he’s not in bed with you. Because why would you need anything but his body to keep you comfortable? You’re just glad he stopped using his body as the bedding. You have something akin to a mattress now. It’s. An upgrade. Sort of…. More nest-like than anything you’re used to, but it’s… comfortable, at least. But it’s still too cold without a blanket. Or Azul. Pinching your lips, you squeeze your eyes shut and try to eke out a few more minutes of very uncomfortable sleep. It’s more irritable half-awareness, though; meditative, almost.

The lights eventually warm to something akin to mid-morning light. It stirs you like clockwork. Gritting your teeth, you sigh and stumble up and out of bed. You clumsily swim into the kitchen with groggy little kicks. There’s a lovingly prepared plate waiting for you. A thick slab of meat perfumes the water with a mouth-watering marinade. It takes you a moment to realize it’s an orca’s flank. With its contrasting skin delicately flayed and its teeth artfully scattered around the plate’s edge, the cut glistens on a bed of sea-greens. 

It’s fresh. And warm. Domestic, with the intimidating hint of showing off—look what I can kill for you. Look at how strong I am, how capable. But not only that, but it’s purposefully seasoned to your tastes. For a moment… you just stare at it. It’s conditioning. You know it’s conditioning. Bile rises into your throat. Hunger falls to a distant memory. Instead, desperation rises. A need. A need to get out, you need to get out before his calculated attempts at Stockholm syndrome really start to work. 

You smack the plate off the counter, breathing heavily. The meat sinks. The greens float and scatter. It’s not enough. It’s not enough. The exit is clear. An open cave, a crack in the trench wall. This is your prison. But why would he need a locked door or bars to keep you where he wants you. The intimidation of the exit is so effective in the first place. The abyss stretches out before you—a yawning, frigid maw beyond the temptingly enchanted light and heat of Azul’s cavern. But your heart beats restlessly. It’s a constant tempo of your need for freedom.

It takes many start-stops; many failed attempts of trying to gain the courage to brave the darkness again. Even more so to move through it. Because the trench just consumes. Life, light, everything. Even though you must not be more than a few feet out—is it only a few feet? It feels like miles. Like a current dragged you down further and you just couldn’t feel it because it’s so damn cold. You’re numb. Okay. Okay, no, calm down. Calm down. There’s not a living thing in these icy depths, nothing beyond what Azul lets into the trench. It’s as if even the most fearsome predators quake at the idea of entering such dangerous, dark waters. It’s. Fine.

Move.

You’ll never get used to swimming through pure ink. It’s directionless. No up, no down—just black. The only sound is the bubble of your breath and the pound of your heart. But the darkness swallows that too. It’s not alive. But it feels like it. A weight, a presence, a monster. Where’s the cavern? Fuck. Fuck, you went out too far, where’s the ledge, you usually use the cavern’s edge to guide yourself up. Fuck…. It’s so cold. Dark, so dark, so cold. Up. Down? Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck—

“My oh my,” a voice sings out in the dark, “Another escape attempt so soon?”

You turn towards it. From the opposite direction, a body crashes into you, sharp teeth sinking pointedly into the back of your neck. It doesn’t hurt. More like. Scruffing a kitten, really. Just with sharper teeth. Instinctively, you fall limp, gasping for breath. Floyd coos as he releases his toothy grip. He rubs his cheek against the back of your neck. He’s warm. Unfortunately warm. Wrapping around you like a living blanket, all velvet skin and soft hair. Floyd can be unfortunately gentle when he wants to be. A content few clicks escape him as he feels you curl into his warmth, nosing closer to him as the chill is burned from your skin. Another shiver—this time, in self-disgust. You hate that this is comforting. You hate that you can breathe easier at the sight of Jade’s golden eye bobbing in the dark. 

“And oh so injured. Dear, you mustn’t push yourself like this…. Not when you’re hurt,” Jade lets out a put-upon sigh. Something’s running over your bandages. Pain blooms. Panic bursts like a firework, brief and bright, until your mind registers that it’s Jade’s fingers skimming over your injured ankle. 

“Fuck you, Jade,” you hiss.

“If you’d like,” he responds with a small smile that barely shows the points of his teeth. They glitter in the glow of his brother’s gaze, like some monstrously illuminated, razor-sharp smirk. You glance away, glaring off into the darkness. He chuckles softly. “Come along. Let’s get you warm.”

He says that like you have a damn choice…. There’s no such thing as personal space with these two. Floyd’s iron grip constricts you to the point that you wheeze out a breath. Jade’s so damn close that you can feel him twining like a protective ribbon around you and his brother. The one benefit you’ll give to this is that it’s warming you up pretty quickly. Though, you do try and flinch away as Jade rubs at your icy fingers. Sure, it gets feeling back into them, but…. 

“Hey. Close your eyes, Toadfishie,” Floyd rubs his cheek against your head, mussing up your hair. You didn’t even realize your eyes were open…. “You’ve been in the dark for a minute. Don’t wanna hurt’cha.”

Begrudgingly, you squeeze them shut… even if it goes against your every instinct. Why would a prey animal want to close their eyes around a predator, after all? A shiver claws its way up your spine as the familiar heat of the cavern spills over you. A relieved breath puffs out of your lips, as you melt against the twins. You can’t… help it. The gentle fussing feels so tender. Fingers skim over your ankles. 

Maybe you’re a little delirious. Maybe you just… need the comfort, need that tense feeling squeezing your heart to just ease. Just a little. But then Floyd licks at the bite mark he left on your neck—and your whole body goes stiff as a board. Struggling, you squirm out of his arms and right into Jade’s. He clucks his tongue, tucking you tightly against him as he cleans the faintly bleeding tooth marks. 

“...Easy now, Pearl,” he murmurs, voice far softer than usual. “...I just don’t want this to get infected.”

“You don’t have to lick me to do that,” you point out, almost bonking your head against his chin. One of his arms cages you against his chest; the other holds your head, gentle but firm. Completely immobilized, all you can do is spit curses and kick your feet a bit. You feel his smirk against your neck. 

“It’s faster,” he chuckles. His thumb swipes gently over your cheek, just barely skimming the corner of your lips. You learned a long while ago not to bite them…. But it is tempting. Not that your useless teeth could have punctured their skin anyway. 

They like pointing things like that out…. Because their ‘courtship’ has a lot less to do with bribery and conditioning, and more with showing off. Look how strong they are, how capable. They like… proving themselves? They catch increasingly deadly meals. Orcas, giant squids, sharks—proving they can provide for their mate and young, they told you once. That they can protect you. It makes you shiver. At least Azul doesn’t admit things like that with a big, toothy grin. The honesty is… almost refreshing. It’s not a song and dance of subtle manipulations and calculated softness. But it’s still—

“Jaaaaaaaaade, Toadfishie spilled their food,” Floyd pouts, poking at the floating pieces of your meal. 

“Have you eaten at all this morning?” Jade murmurs, eyes narrowing. In concern? Frustration? It’s so hard to tell sometimes. Their features are so alien. What you do know is that they all hate it when you don’t eat. Sharply, you inhale as you feel him trying to get you to subtly look him in the eye. You glance at him, glance away. Anywhere but that damn golden eye. “Pearl—” 

“No, I didn’t, okay?” You writhe in his grip, uncomfortably screwing your eyes to the wall. “I-I—” You start, then abort the sentence. They don’t deserve an explanation. Trusting them with your fears, even if they can guess at them, makes your skin crawl. You’re not going to tell them anything more than what they demand to know.

“...What would you like to eat?” Jade murmurs, after a moment. You open your mouth, shut it. They won’t get you surface food. You’ve asked before. They don’t let you have anything that reminds you of the surface…. Except for clothes, but even those are more in the style of merfolk nobles. All clinging clothes that can’t get caught in the current; fancy embellishments over scales or skin. 

“Mmmm,” Floyd’s displeased hum, bordering on a growl, is your only warning before he snatches you out of Jade’s arms. It knocks the wind out of you. Even more so as he starts swimming back to the entrance of the cavern. “Let’s go to the surface.”

His offer startles you, as you jerk your head to him in shock. It must surprise Jade too, because he immediately swims in front of his impulsive twin. “Floyd—”

“Jade, c’mon, they’re not eating. And they had a back-to-back escape attempt! Toadfishie needs to stretch a bit, they’re too cooped up. Bored!” He flails one arm out, the motion moving the water in a slight stream of bubbles. “Lookit their Toadfishie pout!” He squeezes your cheeks, then pushes his face against yours to ‘pout’ with you. 

“...We can’t just take them to the surface without telling Azul.”

“Then let’s get them surface food and bring it back—”

“I really do not think—” 

“He’s gonna be more mad if we can’t get ‘em to eat!”

“Mad is a strong word.”

“It’s fuckin’ accurate though!”

“He would be disappointed.”

“Disappointedly mad.”

“At us, perhaps.”

“...Yeahhhh, I can’t see him gettin’ mad at Toadfishie.”

“I still don’t think—”

“...Please?” Timidly, you glance up at them, then down. The two fall silent. Their golden eyes fall like heavy weights upon your quivering lips. Your tears are nigh invisible in the water, but one of them thumbs at your cheek regardless. The tiniest sniff escapes you, but it falls to small sobs. “I won’t try to run, I-I just— please.”

“...Alright, Pearl,” Jade softens. His forehead bumps against yours, hairlines brushing tenderly. A small hum rises in his chest, vibrates through your body. Almost soothes you. 

“Just please don’t cry, ’fishie,” Floyd murmurs, almost frantically nuzzling at your neck. 

…

…

…

It’s nothing but a hollow comfort.

Okay because I know some of y'all might question the nickname, Floyd calls you Toadfishie because: Reader is “slow” (compared to them anyway); likes to bite; and the sour look they give him reminds him of toadfish. Sounds unflattering but he thinks it’s cute lol.

Thanks for the kind tags and comments guys :D It really encouraged me to write this next piece!

[telephoniii]

REALLY…HIM?

☆彡 in which professor trein judges your relationship with the NRC boys

NRC boys x Reader (minus Ortho)

Word Counter: 3K

Warnings: Reader is Prefect, Trein is your father figure, established relationship, possible OOC

A/N: life’s getting pretty hectic so i’m sorry if my upload schedule slows down. i hope you enjoy :>

ace trappola

Can’t say he’s surprised, just disappointed. It makes sense; he was one of your first friends. However, that doesn’t make him any less troublesome. Despite being a first-year, Ace is one of the biggest slackers and troublemakers on campus— much to Trein’s dismay. His main worry is that Ace will poorly influence you. He’s already seeing it with the two of you getting a crazy amount of detentions and scoldings for unthinkable reasons. You’ve got it rough already being from another world, you don’t need a devil on your shoulder convincing you to get into all kinds of trouble. It’s a real shame said devil is your boyfriend. He’ll allow the relationship and all will seem swell. Little do you know that he pulled Ace aside and had a long chat.

deuce spade

A fine pick; Trein is neither severely impressed nor disappointed. He doesn’t think Deuce is too bad, but he believes you could do better. Deuce will need to somehow prove himself to Trein. On the outside, Trein looks like he absolutely hates his guts. His eyes are always staring at Deuce with this sharp look and it gets the card soldier real nervous real fast. In reality, it’s just Trein keeping a closer eye on him + his RBF. He’s relatively neutral on the first year, yet Deuce is fully convinced that his professor wants to set him on fire.

cater diamond

Trein is very annoyed with your choice. He doesn’t like Cater’s social media addiction and would much rather have you hit the books than scrolling through Magicam. Not to mention, he feels as though something about Cater’s happy-go-lucky attitude is a facade, and doesn’t trust him around you. Cater finds Trein scary, but he’s not as intimidated as Deuce. As he does with Ace, Trein takes Cater to have a talk, and—surprisingly— his opinions on the third year improve. He doesn’t fully like him, but he’ll tolerate Cater more so than beforehand. Cater also offers to help Trein make a social media account; it’s cute yet chaotic all the same watching them bond.

trey clover

Before Trein can form a solid thought on Trey, the vice housewarden is subtly trying to win his favor. Trey knows how about his father-like connection to you and immediately shapes up. He gifts Trein different pastries and learns which ones he’s partial to. What really wins the professor over is when Trey starts volunteering to help clean his classroom after class. Trein won’t even know the two of you are already together and he’ll make comments around you like, “That Clover boy is real nice…” Needless to say, Trein approves of Trey long before he finds out you both are in a relationship.

riddle rosehearts

Trein immediately scowls when he hears the news of your relationship. You’d think he’d approve due to Riddle’s intellect and dutiful behavior. Admittedly, Trein does like that about Riddle. But he despises the boy’s bursts of anger, finding them childish and unfitting for a future mage. He’s seen the housewarden go berserk on one too many students and doesn’t trust he won’t do the same to you. Trein doesn’t want you walking on eggshells around your own partner. This is another one who’ll have to prove themselves to Trein. Riddle will be upset when he hears of Trein’s low opinion of him, but gets a surge of motivation to convince him otherwise. You’ll find Riddle working even harder on his studies than before you didn’t even think that was possible in hopes of gaining Trein’s favor. He’ll eventually get it. I imagine that Riddle does some small, heroic deed for you that really shows his love, and Trein just so happens to be passing by and sees it. Once your unofficial official father in Twisted Wonderland gets along with Riddle, expect to be nagged about missing assignments and homework a WHOLE LOT.

jack howl

Similar to Trey, he immediately knows about your bond with Trein. Instead of trying to win over the professor, Jack takes a more blunt approach. He goes straight to his desk after class and tells him about your relationship, being upfront about his feelings towards you. Trein respects it. He thinks that Jack has more guts than most on campus and trusts him to protect you. He’s quite supportive of the relationship, acting as a mentor for the both of you. You can catch him watching the two of you with a tiny smile, murmuring something along the lines of, “Young love.” The two of you remind him of his own marriage with his late wife. It makes him sentimental in a way.

ruggie bucchi

A BIG 180 FROM JACK. Trein thinks this guy is sleazy. Ruggie couldn’t care less in the beginning, finding it funny to practically hang off your shoulder while Trein stared daggers into him. Then it started to seep in that it may or may not be important to get Trein’s approval for a long-term relationship with you. That’s when he gets his act together and completely starts sucking up to Trein. He’ll help out with paperwork, errands, cleaning up, etc! All for free! much to his dismay All Ruggie asks for in return is Trein’s support for your relationship. He catches Trein by surprise with how well his work ethic is. The lengths the hyena goes to for you ends up leaving the professor impressed.

leona kingscholar

Professor Trein is both surprised and disappointed. Now how did this happen? He didn't think Kingscholar was capable of being nice to anyone, let alone get into a whole relationship. Well, he bugs you to tell your boyfriend to start showing up to class. He’s not exactly happy with you dating a huge slacker like him, but Trein knows that Leona is a smart boy. Brash and not his first pick, sure, but he wouldn’t play with your heart or rope you into anything stupid. He trusts Kingscholar to protect you. But if he starts seeing you begin to skip class— which is going to happen, Leona’s going to make you do it at least once— he’ll pull YOU aside and give you an earful. Tough love, unfortunately.

floyd leech

Hell no. All the red blaring flags. Now why would you go and do that? Really? Out of EVERYONE? You bet your bottoms Trein is actively speaking out against your relationship every single time he sees you. He doesn't even want to try to talk to Floyd. Trein is convinced you are addicted to getting in trouble and lets out the biggest old man sigh. Is there any way Floyd can win the professor’s favor? Probably not. And if there was a way, would Floyd even do it? Big fat no. Floyd thinks it is hilarious that Professor Trein disapproves, upping his affections around him with that toothy grin of his. And if you guys have a class together that Trein teaches? Chaos. Expect a lot of paper balls to be thrown at you.

jade leech

“Are you okay??” Is the first thing Trein asks when you tell him you and Jade are in a relationship. Doesn't exactly trust the boy, but Jade tends to behave around him. The professor has always seen him being picture-perfect whenever he’s around which is 100% suspicious, but Trein doesn't have any solid reasons to disapprove. Jade, like his brother, finds the whole situation very amusing. He’s always figuring out new ways to appear like the ‘ideal boyfriend’ to Trein. If he ever talks to the professor he’ll slip in a comment like, “I never disappoint, trust me” and it makes Trein distrust him even more.

azul ashengrotto

Now what bet did you lose for this to have happened? At least Ashengrotto is a star student, you need to hang out around more of those in his opinion. After confirming that, “No, no bet was lost,” and “No, he’s not paying for my love,” Trein was pretty alright with it. The Monstro Lounge is a student-ran organization, it's clear from that the young boy is capable and responsible. He just keeps a very, very close eye on you two. The last thing Trein wants is for Azul to take advantage of you since— knowing him— he seems like the type to do so. Expect frequent questions of “How’s your relationship going?” and “He’s treating you right, right?” Azul is going to get asked to stay after class to talk. Trein then proceeds to threaten lecture him on how to properly treat your lover. He just wants to make sure you don't get wrapped up in one of those contracts he’s heard about. Azul has quite the track record.

kalim al asim

Automatically assumes you’re dating him for the money and begins to ramble about how you should marry for love. Tells you about his late wife and how much he loved her— it is so sweet I'm actually crying. That's the kind of love he wants you to have. You’ve got to reassure him that, “Yes, my certified father figure, I do love him very much and I’m not just in it for the money.” After that talk, he finds the relationship sweet but kind of concerning. Kalim is a nice boy but severely naive and, frankly, incompetent. Trein starts to go a little harder on Kalim in class, not that he was going easy anyway. He scrutinizes the essays he turns in and chastises him for missing an assignment. As he watches you kiss Kalim on the cheek after getting an A, Trein can only sigh and think, “He’s lucky he’s rich.”

jamil viper

Trein’s pretty okay with him. He’s a level-headed guy with passable grades and the title of a vice housewarden. However, the professor did hear about his Overblot and does think that there's more beneath the surface. He doesn't judge him for his Overblot, no. But Trein does keep a closer eye on him to make sure he isn't scheming anything involving you. The professor also tries to push him to do better academically. He’s heard from you about how smart Jamil truly is and can see his potential, so he tries to get him to stop holding back. Jamil is a little appreciative of it and respects Trein as your father figure, but still isn't a fan of sticking out. Nor does he plan on giving into Trein’s attempts.

epel felmier

Is fine with the relationship at first. He was polite, soft-spoken, and a part of Pomfiore. Most students belonging to that dorm are pompous, but respectful nonetheless. Then Epel’s true nature comes out and Trein is constantly reprimanding him for horseplay. It's kinda funny how surprised Trein is by Epel’s country toughness. The professor definitely had his suspicions— nobody at NRC is innocent, he’s learned every student here has some sort of dark side— but he definitely wouldn't have expected this. A part of Trein actually prefers him like this. You are dating someone with a backbone who will defend you. He encourages Epel to be himself around him, promising a judgment-free area. They get along pretty well surprisingly, with Trein being a sort of mentor to him. Overall, very sweet and Trein approves.

rook hunt

In the most blunt way possible, Trein tells you, “Your boyfriend weirds me out.” He thinks Rook is an oddball for sure. No way around it. Is half convinced Rook is stalking him. Because he is. When you explained to your boyfriend about the bond you had with Professor Trein, he got way too intrigued and ended up ‘watching’ Trein like he does to Leona. It's not until the professor makes a passing comment about being paranoid that he’s being watched that you realized, “Oh shit my boyfriends stalking you.” You don't say that to him— you don't want Rook getting in trouble. So you settle on having a really long talk with Rook about it who reassures you he’d never disturb your father figure or the absolutely beautiful bond between the two of you. He still worries you sometimes when he goes missing and randomly reappears by walking out of Trein’s classroom.

vil schoenheit

Trein worries that Vil won’t make the time for you. He’s aware that Schoenheit is a busy boy as he’s missed his class plentiful in the past. He’ll make Vil stay after class for a little to talk to him about it, giving him a fatherly warning about being ready to fully commit to a relationship and the time it takes to manage one. Vil is, admittedly, insulted that Trein doubts his ability to wholeheartedly love you but takes it in stride. He sees this as a sign to up his game in the romance department and properly does so, dedicating more time to pampering you. The professor expresses his concerns to his coworker, Crewel, who talks his ear off about how much of a “good pup” Vil is and that he won't disappoint. Trein can’t help but agree when he spots you walking into class looking more freshened with slight makeup on and a new hair-do that Vil definitely did for you.

idia shroud

Once you break the news to Trein, he immediately asks to meet with Idia one-on-one. The blue-haired student rarely shows up to class! And that iPad isn't going to cut it forever! He needs to be able to size him up in person. Idia, naturally, is scared to death. At first, he immediately declines, insisting that they don't really need to meet up, the whole idea is stupid, and it’ll be fine if he stays right there in his room. Then you sit down with him and tell him how important Trein is to you and… sigh You landed a natural 20 on the dice of persuasion. Idia can’t believe he's doing this. You’re beside him the whole time as he stutters in front of Trein. Is Trein impressed? No, not at all. Yet your confidence in the Shroud and constant praise is reassuring. The professor’s going to make you force Idia into showing up in person in class. His attendance rivals Leona's.

sebek zigvolt

Doesn't really care for Sebek despite the first year's desperate attempts at trying to impress him. Sebek lost him after he started talking about Malleus when Trein asked about you. Ever since then, it’s just been him trying to win him back to no prevail. Kinda sad to watch. He’ll be the biggest gentleman ever: rushing to doors to open them for Trein, scrubbing his whole classroom for him from top to bottom, and yelling at other students to be quiet— though he was pretty much doing that before you two even got together. But every time Sebek gets close to winning the professor’s favor, he ends up going on a tangent about how amazing his liege is, and we're back at square one. You’ve got to rub him on the back and kiss him on the cheek while telling him, “Trein will come around one day!” Even if that day never comes.

silver

Not a fan. He’s witnessed Silver fall asleep in his class one too many times and thinks it's disrespectful. Once you tell Silver, he’s upset as it's not exactly something he can change, but will put in extra effort not only in Trein’s class but in all his classes. He studies with you beside him so you can prevent him from falling asleep when you see him get all drowsy-eyed. Trein immediately takes note of Silver’s hard work and grit as the boy passes his class with flying colors while asking if there’s anything he could do to help him after hours. It's only when he hears from his fellow teachers that Silver has been doing exceptionally well is he actually impressed. Afterwards, Trein will start being more understanding of Silver’s constant sleeping. He won't be any less strict, but he won’t lay into him for it as hard as before since learning it's out of Silver’s control. Trein thinks rather positively of your relationship, comparing it to the ones in the fairytales.

lilia vanrouge

A bit disturbed, to say the least. Lilia is older than him after all. Trein tried to keep a close eye on the two of you, but Lilia always caught him and pursued a staring match. Trein was always the first to look away. Lilia finds it entertaining. He tries to play tiny tricks on the professor, but you stop him at the very last minute. You sit down and try to explain that you deeply care about Trein and, by extension, what Trein thinks of him. Lilia proceeded to suggest that he brings Trein some cookies to win him over to which you immediately say no. Honestly, I don’t see Trein really ever warming up to Lilia. He just pretends the old bat doesn't exist and isn't your boyfriend. Lilia finds that incredibly funny while you're dying inside.

malleus draconia

The fact you were able to get close to the Draconia is an impressive feat to Trein. However, future ruler of Briar Valley or not, he intends to make sure that Malleus treats you right. Right when you tell Malleus that Trein is basically your father, the fae goes straight to the professor, confesses to him about your relationship, and swears to take good care of you with this ominous tone. Trein isn’t very fond of Malleus at first, struggling to decipher whether or not that introduction was genuine. It isn't until you go to him after class, gushing about the late-night walk you went on with Malleus yesterday and shoving cute little polaroid photos in his face does Trein begin to trust the fae. He makes sure to scold you for not being asleep at that time, yes, but he stares at one of the photographs for way too long, imagining you and Malleus as him and his late wife for a moment. A small smile appears on his face. However, he can’t help but think that the two of you are down a similar path; the happiest marriage ever, kids, and one lover outliving the other. A tragedy, but he’ll let you enjoy it while it lasts just like he did. As long as you’re happy.

[idiakisser]

can this guy get out of my house

someone please get this guy out of my house. thanks.

[akisteahouse]

COURTING YOU? SINCE WHEN?! Featuring Octavinelle!

requested ask from here!!!!!

While courting, moray eels will begin with the eels gaping widely at each other over a long period of time, before entwining their bodies around each other for hours.

Floyd Leech! Who had started acting even stranger than usual recently, if it was even possible - mismatched eyes widening with a stupidly awestruck lovestruck? look on his face, giggling like a schoolgirl and similarly gaping his mouth open too, before skipping away, in a good enough mood for the entire day to attend his classes and work his shifts at Monstro Lounge - weird, but it was probably nothing… right? Cue to him happily opening his mouth around you more and more, pouting and growing impatient at your very apparent confusion about what he was doing, endlessly complaining about how “You started it first, squishy ~” and that you were “just as dense as a sea rock”, despite his own failed attempts at understanding that you had no clue to what he was doing. Nearly throwing in the towel and giving up telling you that he reciprocated your feeling when he caught you mid-yawn, eagerly perking up and mirroring your open mouth, face spilt in a wide grin as you left your mouth open to stare at him in mild confusion Scooping you up in his arms and twirling you around mid-air like a madman, and any student walking by would think so too, judging by how positively giddy he was acting right now (with his stupidly cute sharp-toothed grin and his annoyingly adorable laugh -) Things going back to normal for a little while, if not for the Floyd now permanently hanging over your shoulder, but it wasn’t like you minded that much… up until Jade approached the both of you one day in the canteen, Floyd’s arm swung over your shoulder as per usual, smile a little too sharp - “My, my, so I finally get to meet the ‘Squishy’ Floyd keeps mentioning - you really are quite bold, courting my brother like that -“ What? The eel in question groaning and pulling you to his chest, shooing his brother away. "Bleh. Get away from my squishy, Jade. They chose me, anyway, right?" ;))

Jade Leech! Whose usually pale face flushed an odd shade of pink when you opened your mouth to ask him about something, though nothing did come out as you decided that ogling his face in a rare moment of actual humanity would be more worth it - a poor decision, on your end, because now Jade had suddenly decided to follow you around school like some pink-faced, politely smiling shadow, mouth always ajar whenever you turned to look at him(staring at him for too long would result in him turning slightly despondent at your lack of response, for some reason). Helping you out with whatever task or errand you had, with seemingly no repercussions, apart from vouchers for half-off meals at the Monstro Lounge and a promise to have him as your server… but he probably just wanted you to owe him something, correct? (Ignore how he always ended up putting all his attention on your table, even if the Lounge was packed…) Blushing a rare shade of crimson that one time you’d decided to mirror his peculiar action and open your mouth as well, only managing a soft yelp as he dragged you away to an empty storeroom in the Monstro Lounge, face squished into the crook of your neck, long arms wrapped around your middle and legs entwined with yours, clinging onto you for dear life, even missing a shift due to you… oh well, it wasn’t like he particularly minded. Floyd himself coming to your dorm a while after you and Jade’s encounter, clearly upset - “Hey, I don’t care what you and Jade do together, but can you keep him in your dorm? He’s been acting all smiley and giggly after you started courting him… it’s gross.” The man in question only smiled when you finally confronted him, tucking a strand of your hair back as he grinned mischievously, “Oya? Weren’t you the one that started courting me? I merely returned your affections, that’s all.” ;)

While courting, male octopuses will typically use body language and colour changes to communicate his intentions, as well as to impress their potential mate.

Azul Ashengrotto! Who had started to invite you over to the Monstro Lounge more and more often than usual, citing taste tests for new items on the menu, free half-off vouchers and help for schoolwork, all with his eyes darting away from yours every single time, face tinted a pale pink all the while. Face now always semi-buried in body language books, clearly attempting to copy whatever he’d learnt, and failing miserably every. Single. Time. Much too skittish to maintain eye contact without faltering and making an absolute fool of himself(he’d gotten lost in your eyes and forgot what he’d wanted to say), too shy to initiate even a little bit of skinship(shrieking and fleeing the scene after you’d accidentally brushed your hand against his), too anxious to properly pull off a pick-up-line(mixing up his lines so horrendously you couldn’t help but laugh, further fueling the fact that he was sure he would never be able to win your affections). Nearly impulsively dying his hair red and stopped only by the fact that it would bring Floyd and Jade joy, which he did not wish to give them. At least not for something beneficial. Randomly asking you to join him in his VIP room one day, arms awkwardly hugging you from behind, eyes widening in surprise when you didn’t shove him off or tried to eat him, hiding his face in the crook your neck, presumably to bury his bright red face away from your curious gaze, weakly asking if you could “Just stay like this for a while. I-I’ll give you vouchers, just let me… just let me have this.” Pressing open-mouthed kisses everywhere but your mouth, beaming at the successful mount, face flushing a fascinating shade of crimson when you kissed him square of his lips - you…you liked him enough to let him stay? Really? Drafting out a proposal contract for you the minute he figured out a way to hold onto you while retaining semi-readable handwriting, holding it out to you with his chest puffed out, reading you the many causes. “You, the contractee, shall visit the contractor’s family every holiday, to properly meet the contractor’s family to ensure blessings for marriage - what’s with that look? You did accept my courtship, after all.” ;))))

hey, if you liked this… check out Savannaclaw’s or Diasomnia’s versions?

alternatively; check out the Octavinelle masterlist?

[ryker-writes]

Hey there! I loved giving Malleus a stone as an accidental proposal! It would make sense to me that mers would also see it as that! Could we possibly get one with Floyd Azul or Jade?

omg yes absolutely! Thinking about it, merfolk probably would also take it as a proposal! Especially with their culture being inspired by The little mermaid and she loved to collect things. I love this request! For those of you who haven't seen the Malleus part, it's linked below!

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Accidentally proposing to Malleus with a rock

Accidentally proposing with a rock (Octavinelle)

Floyd:

It was an innocent gesture. You wanted to give Floyd a rock to show you care about him. A simple gift that you thought he'd like. Well, you think he likes it a little too much.

When you gave the rock to Floyd, his eyes went wide, and he quickly smiled and pulled you into a tight hug (careful not to hurt you too much), "Awwww of course!"

He seemed so happy to get the rock, it honestly surprised you. Then he started lurking around you more. Like, hovering behind you and picking you up at random times to carry you around anywhere. When you asked, he said he had a right to carry and lurk now.

You also caught Jade snickering more than usual at you and Floyd, like he knew something you didn't. But both him and Floyd didn't elaborate. Instead, Floyd laughed and wrapped his arms around you, setting his head atop yours, "Silly silly~"

It wasn't until later when you visited the Mostro Lounge's VIP room that you got a hint of what was happening. Normally you'd just go there to hang out, but you'd noticed Azul was unusually frustrated today. When he saw you, it only seemed to set him off on a rant as he paced about the room.

"I can't believe this. Of all the things you could've given, and to all the people...I can't even begin to imagine what's going through your mind. You must be as impulsive as him to do this and with such short notice! Now he wants to use the whole lounge for a day and dumps all these things to prepare on me. Could you not have waited until I've graduated at least so I wouldn't have to put of with this? You two could at least help me instead of leaving me to figure out how to cater for an entire wedding without giving me any specifics-"

At this point, you kind of zoned out because you were stuck on the whole "wedding" part. What?

As Azul paced around the room and ranted, without you fully listening, your mind was working to put together the pieces. He clearly was blaming you for something, and impulsivity could only mean Floyd was involved. That, and he mentioned giving him something...

Oh no...

Right on time, Floyd had strolled into the room, completely interrupting Azul's rant. But the second his eyes landed on you, his expression lit up and he'd made his way over to you. His arms quickly wrapped around you and he basically leaned all of his weight on you as he cheered, "There you are. I've been looking all over for you. What're you doing here with Azul?"

Hesitantly, you had to ask, "Floyd, what's going on?"

Tilting his head, he rested his cheek on top of your head and hummed in amusement, "Ah. Azul's just jealous of us. Getting married while he's stuck talking all business and contracts."

You're what? Did you hear that right?

Before you could ask anything else or try and explain anything, he'd picked you up again, and started walking out of the room with you. A very frustrated Azul calling out to you two, "At least give me something!"

Only for Floyd to wave a hand dismissively as he carried you out, "Nah. You got this. We're busy."

Something told you he wasn't going to let you just back out or call it a friendship rock...

Jade:

You like to think you know Jade pretty well. You've spent a lot of time together, so you thought it'd be a great idea to give him a little gift. So when you found this nice smooth and pretty rock, you knew it'd be the perfect gift for him. It's even practical since he can put it in one of his terrariums!

He even seemed happy when you gave it to him, after brief shock of course, and he had that sharp-toothed smile you knew well.

"Well well, I must say I never expected you to be so bold to give me something like this, but I accept."

That was all he said. You weren't really sure why it'd require boldness, but he didn't elaborate and instead brushed it off and quickly left saying he had work to do.

The day carried on as normal until you saw Floyd. He ran up to you and swung you around, "There you areee~ Welcome to the family! Ma's gonna love ya!"

Disoriented, dizzy, and confused, you had to ask, "Floyd? What are you talking about?"

He swung you around once more before finally setting you down, "Ah, you know. Proposing to Jade like that? Real brave of you."

Huh? Proposing?

But in a true Floyd fashion, he just ginned and waved goodbye as he scurried off, leaving you with many questions. The only way you'd probably get answers is to ask the man himself. So, you quickly made your way to the Mostro Lounge.

There, Jade was setting up some tables, as composed and collected as ever. Seeing you, he straightened up with that same sharp-toothed smile as earlier, and welcomed you, "Good, you're here dear. We have a small dinner to celebrate our engagement before we can begin making preparations."

Stunned by the wildness of it all, you tried to nervously correct him, "Jade, I feel like there might've been a slight misunderstanding-"

"Nonsense," He began, stepping closer and wrapping an arm around you, "It's common knowledge that gifting a special rock is a marriage proposal among merfolk. You're mine now, dear."

Azul:

Azul and you are really close. There was no denying it when you spent so much time at the Mostro Lounge VIP room just hanging out with him. So you thought you’d do something nice for him and get him a little gift.

Then there was this perfect rock you found. It was smooth and round with specks of blue and purple, perfect for Azul.

You didn’t expect him to act so…odd when you have it to him. You held it out in your hand towards him, and he just stared at you in shock. His face turned about as red as Riddle’s hair, and you could tell he was struggling to speak. If Jade and Floyd were here, they’d no doubt tease him for the look on his face.

After a few moments of stunned silence (you figured it was best to just be patient and wait for him to collect himself), he took the rock with slightly shaky hands. He held the rock close to him, over his heart, and took a deep breath. Then, he cleared his throat, and tried his best to answer, “I…wasn’t aware you felt so strongly, but it’s clear now. Don’t you worry, I can handle this. I’m…delighted to receive this.”

Not thinking much of his words, you simply smiled at him. It wasn’t uncommon for Azul to get a bit flustered by small gestures. He wasn’t treated well as a child, so you know little shows of appreciation mean a lot to him.

He scurried off with the rock to his office moments later, and there was silence for a moment before you heard him sputtering on the other side of the door. He probably would be embarrassed if you listened in though, and you wanted to spare him (this time).

The day went on as usual for a while. Classes went by, you spoke to some other friends, and went to visit the Mostro Lounge again later.

But the Lounge was…busier than normal. Students who worked there were scrambling about trying to serve customers and clean and adjust the smallest of details on things. Several of them looked super stressed, and some looked like they were about to pass out. Jade and Floyd, were the only calm ones who stood off to the side, watching them all with amused smiles.

You went up to them to ask what was happening, but Floyd spoke before you could, “Can ya let Azul flounder a bit longer? This is fun to watch.”

Azul was floundering? But he’s usually so calm and collected when he’s working. He couldn’t still be flustered from your gift earlier, right?

“What’s going on with Azul?”

Jade chuckled and was the one to answer you, “You sent him on quite the spiral. He’s got everyone working overtime to make sure everything is perfect for you.”

Now more confused, you had to ask, “Me? What did I do?”

At that, the duo only laughed more, clearly knowing something you don’t, but refusing to elaborate at you and everyone else’s expense. There was only one way you were going to get an answer; from Azul himself.

Marching past the two, you made your way to Azul’s office, barely knocking before going in.

And boy was he startled. The second you entered the room he sat up straighter and his cheeks turned pink, but he quickly tried to hide it behind his hand and muttered, “Ah, you’re here. My apologies, I’m still working on the contract right now.”

Walking up to his desk in complete confusion, you asked, “What contract? What’s going on?”

There was a moment of silence throughout the room. His gloved hands fidgeted with the pen and papers on his desk in front of him, trying to figure out the right words to say.

Then, he slid the paper over to you for you to read. Well, you only read the top before sitting stunned.

‘Contract of Marriage’

Huh???

Now it was your turn to be stunned into silence. So, he filled the silence, “I…was quite surprised by your gesture earlier, but I accept. If you’ll have me, I’d love for you to sign this. It’s quite possibly the best contract I’ve ever written.”

[kyeri00]

I love how there are 2 different types of groovys here:

Both Jade and Malleus looking MAJESTIC despite being drenched in water (well maybe Jade is):

and then there's Riddle:

(HANG ON, MATE)

[solxamber]

You Try to Sleep on the Couch after an Argument with: Vice-Housewardens + Ruggie

Other Parts: Housewardens; First Years ; Cater, Floyd, Silver, Rollo

Trey Clover

The argument wasn’t a loud one—no shouting, no slamming doors—just tense words exchanged with too much weight behind them. Trey’s voice had been steady, but his usual patience was stretched thin.

You, equally frustrated, had decided that the best course of action was to remove yourself before either of you said something you’d regret.

So, with a sigh, you grabbed a blanket and made your way to the couch, settling in with your back turned toward the bedroom.

Trey let out a heavy exhale behind you, but he didn’t stop you.

You shifted, adjusting the blanket, willing yourself to fall asleep. It didn’t work. The room was too quiet, too heavy with the remnants of unspoken words. You half-expected Trey to leave you there and go to bed, but then—soft footsteps. A rustle of fabric.

Kneeling beside the couch, Trey placed a hand on the cushion near your arm. His voice was quiet, steady in a way that made something in your chest ache.

“Come back to bed.”

You closed your eyes. “Not yet.”

A pause. Then, a soft sigh. Trey stood. For a moment, you thought he was giving up, finally going to bed without you. The thought left an unexpected hollowness in your chest.

But then, after a few minutes, he returned. You smelled the milk before you saw it—the faint scent of vanilla and honey curling through the air. When you cracked an eye open, there he was, sitting on the floor near the couch, a mug in his hands. He held it out to you.

“Here,” he said. “I know you have trouble sleeping when you’re upset.”

You blinked at him, heart squeezing against your ribs. “Trey…”

He didn’t push, didn’t insist. He just waited, his eyes gentle, patient in the way only he could be.

And just like that, your frustration melted. You took the mug, letting the warmth seep into your fingers. Trey didn’t move, just watched you with that quiet steadiness. Then, softly, he asked again,

“Come back to bed?”

This time, you didn’t hesitate.

You set the mug aside and sat up, only for Trey to immediately wrap his arms around you. His hold was firm, grounding. He buried his face in your shoulder and murmured, “I’m sorry.”

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, holding him just as tightly. “I’m sorry too.”

Neither of you moved for a long moment, staying there in the quiet. Eventually, Trey pulled back just enough to press a kiss to your forehead.

“C’mon,” he said, voice low, warm. “Let’s go to sleep.”

And this time, when he led you back to bed, you followed without hesitation.

Ruggie Bucchi

The couch wasn’t comfortable. You knew it, and Ruggie knew it. But right now, your stubbornness outweighed your need for a good night’s sleep. You yanked the blanket over yourself, muttering under your breath as you tried to arrange the cushions into something remotely acceptable.

Across the room, Ruggie watched you with wide, calculating eyes. He hadn’t said anything since you stormed off, but you could feel him thinking. And then—

“You remember when you ate my last donut?” he started, voice small.

You froze, narrowing your eyes. “…What?”

“My last donut. You ate it, and you said—” He changed his voice in a mocking impression of you. “‘I owe you one, Ruggie, I swear. Anything you want.’”

You groaned, burying your face in the pillow. “Oh my —”

“But it’s fine,” he continued, so dramatically forlorn you almost threw the pillow at him. “I guess I’ll just be all alone in that big, cold bed. No warmth. No love. Just me. Shivering.”

You lifted your head, ready to tell him off, but then—oh, no.

He hit you with the look.

Ears drooping. Tail flicking. Wide, guilt-inducing eyes that shimmered just enough to make your resolve crack.

You exhaled sharply, dropping your head back down. “You’re the worst.”

He didn’t respond. Just fidgeted. Shuffled his feet like he was actually nervous you’d say no.

And that? That got you.

With a groan of defeat, you sighed and opened your arms. That was all he needed. Ruggie practically launched himself onto the couch, slotting himself beside you in a space absolutely not designed for two people. His weight pressed against you, his tail flicking lazily as he tucked his head under your chin.

“…Knew you couldn’t resist me,” he mumbled, voice muffled by your shirt.

“Shut up.”

His arms tightened around you. A quiet beat passed, then—

“Sorry.”

Your hand found its way into his hair, carding through the strands. “Yeah,” you murmured. “Me too.”

Ruggie hummed, content. Within minutes, his breathing evened out, and despite the ridiculousness of it all, sleep found you too.

Jade Leech

The couch was lumpy. Or maybe you were just too angry to get comfortable. Either way, you buried your face into the pillow, inhaling deeply through your nose to keep yourself from snapping again. You just needed some space. Needed to not be in the same room as Jade and his infuriating, calmly amused expression.

“I can’t be around you right now,” you had told him before marching off, voice tight with frustration. And for once, he didn’t push. Didn’t smirk or throw another veiled comment your way. He simply inclined his head, watching as you all but collapsed onto the couch.

Now, wrapped in a too-thin blanket, you willed yourself to sleep. You were almost there—drifting, fading—when fingers ghosted over your hair.

Your breath caught, but you kept still.

Soft strokes. Careful, reverent, as if he thought you might break. It was so unlike him, so gentle, that you almost cracked your eyes open to confirm it was really happening. Then—

“…I’m so sorry.”

The whisper was barely there. But it wasn’t the words that made your heart lurch—it was the way his voice shook.

Jade Leech, ever unflappable, sounded unsteady.

He pulled back, and you knew he was about to leave. That should have been fine. You should have let him go.

But your bleeding heart had other plans.

Your hand shot out, grabbing his wrist before he could slip away.

He barely had time to react before you yanked him back—maybe a little too hard, because the next thing you knew, he was crashing onto the couch with you. A rare, wide-eyed look of surprise flashed across his face, so fleeting you almost thought you imagined it.

And then you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Jade froze.

“I’m sorry too,” you murmured. “We can talk in the morning.”

For a long moment, he just looked at you, something unreadable in his expression. Then, slow and deliberate, he dipped down and pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek.

“…Very well,” he whispered.

His weight settled beside you, and this time, when you drifted off, it was to the sound of his steady breathing, warm and close beside you.

The couch standoff had been going on for way too long.

“I’m sleeping here,” you declared, arms crossed as you planted yourself firmly onto the cushions.

“No, you’re not,” Jamil shot back, equally stubborn. “I am.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’m not taking the bed while you sleep out here.”

“And I’m not letting you sleep out here while I take the bed.” His arms were crossed now too, mirroring your posture, his sharp gaze unwavering.

For a moment, the tension held. Then, something about the sheer ridiculousness of it all hit you—both of you too annoyed to back down but too caring to let the other suffer the discomfort of the couch.

A laugh bubbled up in your chest before you could stop it. You covered your mouth, but the moment you let out even the smallest chuckle, Jamil’s eyes flickered with reluctant amusement. He exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head.

“This is stupid,” you admitted between giggles.

He sighed, running a hand down his face. “Yeah. It is.”

You grinned. “Bed?”

Jamil didn’t hesitate. “Bed.”

The moment you both settled under the blankets, the last traces of tension melted away. His arms instinctively curled around you, pulling you close, and you let yourself relax into his warmth.

“Sorry,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his shoulder.

His grip tightened, lips brushing against your hair. “Me too.”

Neither of you said anything else. You didn’t need to. The steady rhythm of his breathing and the way he held you just a little closer said enough.

Rook arguing with you was already unexpected. That he let you march off to the couch without a poetic declaration or dramatic plea? Unheard of.

You cocooned yourself in the blanket, stubbornly facing the back of the couch. The silence felt unnatural—too quiet for someone like Rook. A part of you expected him to suddenly recite a Shakespearean sonnet about lovers quarreling.

Instead, something even more ridiculous happened.

You shifted slightly, just enough to glance toward the floor—and there he was.

Laying down right beside the couch on a thin blanket, arms crossed behind his head as though he had chosen the most luxurious sleeping arrangement in the world. His golden hair fanned out on the hardwood floor, and despite the clear insanity of the situation, he looked perfectly content.

You stared. Blinked. “Rook.”

“Oui, mon amour?”

“You’re on the floor.”

“Indeed.”

“You’re going to get sick.”

“Then I shall suffer beautifully, just as you do now, exiled from the comfort of our bed.” His eyes twinkled, completely unrepentant. “If my beloved must endure the cruel fate of sleeping alone, then I shall share in their hardship.”

You pressed your fingers to your temples. “Rook, go to bed.”

“I am in bed.”

“No, you’re on the floor, being dramatic.”

“Dramatic? Ah, ma chérie, I am simply a devoted man.”

You groaned, throwing your arm over your face, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. It was impossible to stay mad when he was like this. Ridiculous. Completely, helplessly devoted.

Sighing, you reached out and flicked his forehead. He gasped theatrically, touching the spot as though you had struck him with Cupid’s arrow. Before he could say something absurd, you leaned down and kissed the spot gently.

“Come to bed, you idiot.”

His eyes widened slightly before his lips stretched into a dazzling smile. Without hesitation, he stood—and then immediately scooped you into his arms.

“Rook—?!?”

“Ah, mon amour, such sweet mercy! Allow me to carry you away from this exile!” He spun dramatically, pressing an exaggerated kiss to your forehead before striding toward the bedroom.

You should have expected nothing less.

You sighed against his shoulder, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you adore me.”

You couldn’t argue with that.

Lilia Vanrouge

You had firmly decided that you weren’t going to sleep in the same bed as Lilia tonight.

You needed space. You needed time to cool off. You needed—

Blink.

One second, you were wrapped in your blanket on the couch. The next? You were in bed.

You shot up, heart pounding. Lilia stood at the bedside, arms crossed, looking far too pleased with himself.

“Lilia.” Your voice was dangerously even.

“Yes, my dear?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Did you teleport me?”

A smug smile. “Would you rather I carried you?”

Oh, you were about to start another argument—

But then you noticed something. In his hands: a pillow and his own blanket.

You frowned. “What are you doing?”

Lilia hummed, casual as anything. “If my beloved insists on sleeping elsewhere, then I shall take the couch in their place. I have endured far worse in my lifetime—” his eyes twinkled mischievously “—but I’d hate for you to wake up with an aching back.”

You groaned, flopping back onto the mattress. “That’s so unfair.”

“To be this thoughtful and charming? I know.”

You shot him a look, but he simply smiled. You hated how sweet he could be even when you were still irritated.

With an exasperated sigh, you sat up and grabbed his wrist, tugging him toward you. He followed easily, his blanket forgotten as he slipped into bed. Without hesitation, he wrapped himself around you, chin resting atop your head.

His voice softened. “I’m sorry, dear.”

You exhaled, tension leaving your body as you relaxed into his hold. “…I’m sorry too.”

His lips brushed against your temple, and with that, the night’s quarrel was put to rest.

Masterlist

[wakacchi]

"Eh?? What do you mean ○○ is related to Leech siblings?!??(°Д°")"

Let's meet the youngest of Leech, ○○ Leech~ Another addition in the exclusive library for 'Y/N You Want' tier on my ko-fi! Let's keep working happy to make more~ clap clap clap (≧▽≦ﾉﾉﾞ

Uwaa.. like I said before this format really gives more freedom but it really took too much time OTL I feel bad...

[viaviavie]

OPERATION CINDERELLA-SABOTAGE [OCTAVINELLE]

in which he rescues you from your very short-lived wedding.

SUMMARY: due to a massive misunderstanding, a prince from royal sword academy is set to wed you at sunset. thankfully, your un-princely crush is here to save the day and crash this lovely wedding.

PAIRINGS: everyone x fem reader (separately)

WARNINGS: they're being a bit dramatic, characters are 18+, gaslighting (jade), floyd carries you, possessiveness (floyd)

NOTES: this is echoes the ghost bride event, but listening to this prompted me to write out this scenario instead. i made this for shits and giggles, so have fun with this! (gosh i had sm fun writing jade and azul's--- probably the most creative pieces i've had this month!)

HEARTSLABYUL | SAVANACLAW | OCTANIVELLE | SCARABIA | POMEFIORE | IGNIHYDE | DIASOMNIA

There was no way you would be able to say 'no' now, not when there were hundreds of Royal Sword Academy students and even more members of a random royal family whose last names you cannot recall waiting outside that door. Aside from a completely oblivious Neige and Che'nya who was nowhere to be found, there was no one you could really ask for help to get you out of this mess.

You turn to your supposed betrothed with frantic eyes, shaking your head wildly. "I already told you, I'm not the one you danced with at the ball!" Your hisses fell on deaf ears. That damned prince from Royal Sword Academy was too busy making the 'goo-goo' eyes at you to even register what you were saying.

"I just happened to have the same shoe-size!"

Damn it, why did you have to agree to fitting some missing girl's shoe?!

Pierce Charmant, possibly the most delusional guy you have ever met in Twisted Wonderland, clung onto your calf with a stubborn expression. He had no intentions of letting you go, and neither did his five other guards that had blocked your way.

"You have to be her!"

"You don't even know my name!"

You were really counting on Grim to get someone, anyone, to stop this wedding. Yet, as you are walked down the aisle by the fair Neige, you are already planning out a divorce settlement plan. Based on the number of guests here, who had filled this entire venue from top to bottom, you would have guessed that this prince was rather rich. If it was to be an unhappy marriage, at least your wallet would be more than compensated.

You managed to convince this prince to send invitations to Night Raven College, but that didn't matter. He was so excited and in a hurry to marry, that your friends barely had any time to rescue you! There must have been so much traffic with the mirrors that they couldn't even use them! There was just no way that they'd make it in time now.

And so you consign yourself to readying some divorce papers within the next few weeks, and planning out how to avoid any more interactions with this guy while you were married.

You stood at the chapel's base, your expression exasperated than ever as you kept darting your gaze to the door. You've already tripped over the aisle a few times, fumbled the scripted vows, and even called for a bathroom break or two to stall.

And now comes the big moment that you were so desperately trying to avoid.

"Would you, Pierce Charmant, take the Ramshackle Dorm Prefect, as your lawfully wedded wife?"

The prince smiles so sickly sweet, and its the look of a man who won't change his mind.

"I do."

You grimace as the officiant faces you, just as blind to your annoyed expression.

"Would you, the Ramshackle Dorm Prefect, take Pierce Charmant as you lawfully wedded husband?" They didn't even use your name!

You pause, the image of your crush flashing before your eyes.

You would never see him again if you let yourself get married. Defiance returns to your face as you suck in a deep breath, ready to deal with the consequences of rejecting this delusional prince in front of hundreds of people.

"I—"

"I object!"

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

"Are you really really certain that the Prefect has feelings for me? This is not how I would have liked my confession to be presented, but I am always the opportunist. If the outcome is in my favor, I will uphold my promise to supply you with exemplary tuna for the following two weeks as discussed... Ha, this is quite the laborious tasks. Prefect, you will not be waiting for long."

Don't be so mistaken. Azul did go through the five stages of grief the moment Floyd came in nonchalantly mentioning your rather swift engagement to Prince Charmant. It didn't help that Jade confirmed this by turning on the television, shoving Magicam posts onto Azul's face, and delivering an updated newspaper with news of the upcoming wedding. He swore that you had found the love of your life that morning.

It had to take Grim spilling to him about your feelings to snap the poor octomer out of his spiraling thoughts. It was enough to boost his confidence into making a sound plan on how to retrieve you. After all, if this prince is truly not the one you fancy, then who is Azul to let the wedding happen without interference?

His plan is absolutely fool proof, and with a large audience of witnesses, he is mostly confident that he can secure your safety. Dressed in a fine suit, followed by several touch-ups to his appearance, he hastily makes his way to the cathedral in style.

Though, it would be worth mentioning that he does have a nervous breakdown over whether he made it in time or not.

It wasn't so much that you didn't expect Azul for some form of help, but rather, you anticipated that he would send the Leech twins to do his bidding. To see the tycoon-in-the-making himself, striding in without a hint of weakness, you couldn't help but gape like a fish out of water.

Your surprised expression only served to stroke his ego even more. "I am not the type to make such dramatic entrances, but this would have to do." Azul's signature smirk is plastered on his features as he makes a slight bow to your groom. It is nothing genuine, and you knew that very well.

"Pierce Charmant, prince. I come here to return your lovely bride back to Night Raven College, where she formally belongs." It's that false sense of security, that Azul uses to claim that he is on the prince's side. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, but found yourself turning away with a dreadful expression. Azul's haughty exterior never breaks as he continued to sell. "I fear that she is, perhaps, a bit too below your league. You see, you deserve someone of higher caliber." Rather, he thought that devaluing you may perhaps spare you from such a marriage.

"A magicless student without a background! Not to mention connected to several overblots that had occurred since her appearance at the college. On top of that, a long account of accumulated debt and unpaid fees for her tuition at the college. She would not be an asset at all!"

The pitch gets shot down as the prince shakes his head in an outright rejection. "I care not. The Prefect is the perfect candidate to rule alongside me. There is nothing you can sell to me that would make me reconsider my decision. It is final!"

"Not even a—!"

"Final!"

A hum of displeasure leaves Azul's throat as he reels himself back in. You watch him carefully, noting that the octomer hasn't even begun to sweat or spit out any more bargains to the prince. He has lost, but he doesn't seem too worried either.

It was almost as if he expected this outcome after all.

Sighing dramatically, Azul's eyes fluttered shut. "Very well, then." He drawled, a hand slipping into the inner pockets of his blazer. Your eyes catch the sight of an unfamiliar parchment, much unlike the golden standard sheets Azul had used for his contracts.

Azul trains his eyes onto you, promises reflected in that beautiful blue. "If it must be the last time we shall ever speak to each other— Allow me to bargain with you instead, Prefect."

From below, he reaches out towards you, outstretching his hand to offer you the parchment. Before Pierce could really swipe your hand away, you've already taken it upon yourself to read the contract's contents.

A CIVIL MARRIAGE CONTRACT AND REGISTRATION FORM?!

Needless to say, you were torn between being impressed by his wits or horrified by how absurd his proposition was.

"Azul!" You gasp, only to be met by his smug grin. Azul ran a hand through his silver locks, somewhat impressed with himself.

"Rather than marrying this prince, I shall provide you an alternate proposal for a husband." Posturing a hand to his chest, the octomer smiles at you. "Myself."

You clutch the contract close to your chest, looking at him for some sort of confirmation. His smile grows even wider. "I've already filled out your portion of the registration form to the best of my ability. It is sufficient, and all you have to do is sign your name."

"Azul!" You cry out once more in disbelief. Pierce could only scoff after taking a mere glance at the contract's fancy lettering.

"How absurd!"

Ignoring the prince, Azul swallows himself in an attempt to keep up his own farce. "Marrying a prince may seem overwhelming for a lady of your status, utterly magicless and without an experience to rule a country down to the smallest village." He drawled with faux concern, shaking his head in disapproval as the prince fumed at the sides.

"But look at me, prefect. I am an upcoming tycoon. Young, and not a terrible looker either. I am well-versed in the world of business and I certainly do have an endless list of connections. A prince is restrained by royal etiquette and duty, but I? The world is my oyster and you can partake."

Your jaw goes slack as Azul dares to take a step forward, summoning a feathered pen in hand. "Choose me, and you can find relief in knowing that you have a loving and charismatic husband who won't rush you into any tomfoolery of sorts. You will be well taken care of, and I will see to it that you will be satisfied."

He is certain that he is victorious, and you don't doubt that as well. Azul means well, at least, more than what this prince intends to do with you at the moment. Although, that is not to say some deals don't come with strings. The contract is clean, to your knowledge.

The silence had gone on too long for his liking. Biting onto his smile, Azul's eyebrow twitches. "You shall be entitled to 7% of my financial assets and investments as well." He offers through his teeth, hoping you would hurry up with your agreement. The octomer isn't sure for how long he can stay so confident for, in front of this crowd, in front of anyone watching this on live television.

With one more glance at the contract, you dare to carve a little hole in his carefully calculated plan. It isn't every day you get this opportunity to twist his contracts to your favor.

"Make it 20%," Amidst the scandalized gasps of the crowd, you do not miss the way Azul chokes on air. "Prefect, this is non-negotiable." He sputtered, attempting to regather his composure.

You hum in return, shrugging at him slightly with a cheeky grin. "Make it 18%, and I'd like a monthly supply of tuna for Grim."

The audience murmurs with speculation, all while you stare at the way Azul looks at you with such exasperation. He runs a hand through his hair once more, shaking his head to himself. "Greedy little thing, aren't you? This is not exactly the best time to bargain, but I suppose I was the one who taught you that bantering with pressure is a high-risk, high-reward strategy."

Azul sighed heavily, swiping the contract away from your hand to scribble onto it. "Very well, Prefect." He grumbled to himself before returning the paper to you, along with his ink pen.

"Sign it."

Before you could even do so, Pierce had snatched the pen from your fingers with a frightened expression. He knows that a contract would keep you from him, and even as a prince, he can't go against the fine print. "You can't be serious, Prefect! You're actually going to leave me to marry a swindler?!"

Irritation flashes across your expression, in the way you bare your teeth at the prince. It takes Azul by surprise, the way you clenched your free fist in anger.

"You can call Azul a swindler, but he's simply a businessman!" You hissed, easily taking back the pen. Pierce stumbles, even more taken aback by your outburst. "And he knows what my best interests are!"

You couldn't stand being cut off again. In a swift fluid motion, you sign your name onto the blank spaces, earning a bright smile from the contractor.

"You've got a deal!" Azul exclaimed, his voice echoing throughout the cathedral. Clasping onto your hand, the octomer takes the form into his hand and waves it in the air, stirring alarmed noises from the crowd.

He faces you once more, but this time, takes your side and wraps an arm around your middle. He squeezes your hip slightly in assurance just as he turns to Pierce with an obnoxious smirk.

"Splendid, my dear! Now as per the wedding registration states, along with other legislations, the Prefect cannot marry you as she is now married to me." He announces, seemingly unbothered by the way Pierce crumbles apart. The prince had begun to cling onto the altar for some sort of support, all the more crushed by how quickly he had lost you as a bride.

"You can't do that! That's unfair!" Pierce whined out, looking at you with a pained expression. He doesn't earn your sympathy, nor Azul's.

The Octanivelle dorm leader could only shrug, amused by the prince's pathetic display. "Rather unfortunate, isn't it? Not even the poor prince can't bend the law. Perhaps you should have considered the legal aspect of marriage before rushing into grand formalities."

It isn't so often that you hear a sigh of relief from Azul, given that he always seemed to have some certainty when it came to be making deals. "Now, we must best be going. Shall we, my dear?" He cooed in that familiar tone, the kind that he had only ever used with you. Like a gentleman, he offers you his arm to take.

And who are you to refuse? You giggled softly, hooking your arm into his own as he moves to lead you out of the cathedral.

"Of course, Azul."

Based on his personal logistics, Azul was 98% sure that you were going to take his offer. If Azul had faith in how well he knew you, you wouldn't marry a prince in that short lifespan. You would sooner elope with the Prince of the Fae or Kalim if you wanted any sort of prestige that came with significant power. Not to mention, Grim had given him that security that you did have feelings for him instead. That little 2% was any doubt that Grim was lying, or that maybe you would just reject him for some silly reason.

Of course, he hasn't forgotten about you having a crush on him. He doesn't really believe it himself, and he won't bring it up. There is no security in assuming your feelings, and that would be something that needs to leave your own mouth. Azul is content like this, biding his time until you eventually spill your heart out because of his fear of rejection.

Luckily, the Leech twins anticipated this and had already taken care of the issue themselves.

"It was a real marriage contract?!" You exclaimed, eyes scanning the document up and down. Both you and Azul had long since returned to the Mostro Lounge as the dinner shift is beginning to start, hoping to have a quick break when you decided to look at the document once more.

Azul had been pacing back and forth with a nervous expression, hands wrung into his hair with frustration and embarrassment. Whipping his head to the seemingly calmer twin, he fought back a scream.

"Jade, I trusted you to read the fine print! What happened?!"

Maintaining that eerie smile, Jade nodded in compliance. "I did read the fine print, Azul. Down to the last letter," The teal haired mer turned to his brother, a gloved hand covering his smile in an apologetic manner. "I suppose Floyd must have mixed up the forms with the real wedding registration. Isn't that right?"

You paused, raising a brow at the octomer with piqued curiosity. "You had a real marriage registration lying around?"

Before Azul could even recover from this leak of information, Floyd let out a reckless howl of laughter. "Whoops!" The impulsive twin shrugged, grinning wildly at you in the booth.

"Look on the bright side, you're married to Shrimpy like you wanted!"

Now that set Azul off, prompting him to lunge at the twin who simply steps aside. "FLOYD!" He cried out, wanting nothing more than to climb into his little octopot and never face you for the rest of his days. He desperately wanted to retreat, and could only recoil slightly when your hand taps at his heaving shoulders.

He looks at your questioning expression. "Like you wanted?" You echo, and there is not a single indication that you were rejecting him. No, you just needed more answers.

A strangled noise leaves Azul, right before he sighed and sank against the booth's structure. "It doesn't matter. The registration is really invalid unless it was given to the civil office for processing." The octomer croaked, face turned away.

He can never look you in the eye again after this, and he would sooner watch you wed Prince Riel before he can ever recover from this disaster. Azul expected you to laugh at him, to leave him in the dust at this very instant.

Instead, you slink back into your seat and play with the registration form on the table.

"I wouldn't mind if you handed it into the office as is, you know?"

"I beg your pardon?!" Azul choked, looking at you as if you had grown a second head. His jaw goes even more slack as you smile at him, returning those smug smiles he had been flashing you at the wedding. "You heard me. Who ever said that I never had an interest in you beyond the benefits of marriage?"

You glance the clock, gasping with fake urgency. You hop off from your seat, hands dusting at your grand wedding dress as you begin to drag yourself to the employee's lounge.

"Oh well, time to head into my shift for the Mostro Lounge. I'll talk to you later, Azul! Need to change out of this wedding dress!" You sang, pretending to ignore the way your crush scrambles for his bearings.

"Wait, Prefect! Just wait a moment, get back here! This discussion isn't over!"

JADE LEECH

"Fufufu, getting married without so much of a notice? Prefect, you attract the most strangest of things. I wonder if you enjoy danger as much as you surround yourself in it. Maybe I shouldn't be too surprised. After all, you have endured an overblot here and there. Not to mention you have Grim, and you have been living well despite having no magic. Oh, sweet Prefect, you truly are much more entertaining than you bargain for."

No one really knows what Jade plans to do when he gets to the venue. He saw the news, and just told everyone that he would take care of it. Floyd knows nothing of how Jade will deal with the situation, and neither does Azul. In fact, Azul found out rather late that Jade had decided to use up his vacation hours for today's little intervention.

That is not to say that he is heading to you without a plan. Why, Jade is a Leech, after all. Azul did not make him the vice-housewarden for nothing. He may not be as outwardly forceful as Floyd, nor a mountain of resources like Azul, but he is precisely good at one thing!

Gaslighting.

"My deepsea darling, am I late?"

Something is wrong. Well, something is always wrong whenever Jade is in the room. Such is an omen amongst Night Raven College students who would flee and swerve out of the day when this particular Leech twin is in the area. Though you have your own feelings for the eel, you cannot deny that something is awfully wrong when Jade storms in with his own tux with that eerily calm smile on his face.

He strides down the carpet, humming to himself. "I suppose I arrived just in time." Whatever words had begun to formulate in your head, they never really leave when Jade forces his way next to you, subtly making the prince make way for his intimidating frame.

Needless to say, Pierce was unpleased. "And who are you?" The prince questions, attempting to stand up to this stranger, only to fail once the eel looked down at him with an awfully cheery smile.

Oddly enough, it's that same smile he gives to students that are overdue for a favor.

"Why, I am the groom, of course!"

A cold wind bristled through the cathedral. From one row to the next, a chill runs down each of their spines. Still, there is not much of a reaction or rather, everyone was simply too stunned or too afraid to comment on this.

Your eyes are wide, fixated onto Jade's with bewilderment. "You are?" You whispered, almost uncertain yourself. Jade doesn't make much of a reaction, only keeping that calm smile as if this was the most natural occurrence in the world.

"I beg your pardon?" Pierce croaked, just as confused as you.

Clearing his throat, Jade chuckles to himself. He allows a small curt bow, a polite gesture. "Forgive me. My name is Jade Leech, and I am the groom for today's wedding." He tells the other man curtly.

The prince had let out a strangled noise in return, awkwardly trying to push Jade away from the stands. He failed, followed by a stammer. "You must be mistaken. I am the groom hoping to wed the lovely Ramshackle Prefect."

Jade hummed with feigned interest, nodding in acknowledgement. "Really? I suppose it is our lucky day. I, too, am marrying a Ramshackle Prefect. I just so happen to be marrying this one." He sang, turning to you at the right time to take in your stunned expression. Quietly, he eyes you from your head to the end of the dress's train.

"You look quite lovely in this dress, darling. Whoever picked it for you certainly had good taste." It comes so naturally, the way he slips his hand into yours. His thumb rubbed slow circles onto your skin in a soothing manner, but you cannot help and feel as if he was looking down at you like his favorite specimen. Those sharp teeth glint against the light as he grinned slightly.

Your cheeks flushed a warm red as Jade cupped your cheek, looking at you with such infatuation that it almost frightens you. You were almost certain that he wanted to eat you right on the spot. "Do not fret. It must be so nervewracking to be in front of so many strangers. I hoped to invite as many as I could, just so that we could share this lovely day with the world." He cooed so lovingly, and you swore that you were falling for it like the many sailors that died to sirens on the sea.

"Hello!? I'm right here!"

Ignoring the protests from the prince, Jade sighed to himself as he pulled away his palm from your face. "It is such a shame that I would have to skip so many steps. Why, I would have been delighted to take you on so many dates before taking your hand in marriage. You seem like the type to appreciate being courted properly. I hoped to bide my time with you, but humans do love spontaneity." The eel bemoaned, though he did not appear displeased.

Boldly, he closes in on the space between you and him. Pausing at the shell of your ear, sharp teeth gently nip at the skin before a hot breath brushed against you. "Please have me, Prefect." You had never heard him so quiet, almost shy yet the eel was far beyond hesitant.

Judging from your flushed expression, Jade held back a chuckle of his own. He didn't need your answer right now, even when he had shown you his cards. This wouldn't be about any of your feelings. Rather, he intended to do what he enjoyed doing best, whether it be coaxing the truth from another student or squeezing his next prey.

Jade decided to bide his time.

"Shall we repeat our vows? I don't believe I had the chance to express my adoration for you. Let me start from the beginning..."

Poor Pierce. The prince had to take a seat somewhere as Jade went on and on about his feelings for you. It was nothing too revealing or personal for the public view, but who would've known that Jade was completely capable of being obnoxiously in love? You've lost count of the many pet names he used, or the countless mushrooms he had likened you to. He truly had no shame, really.

However Jade managed to gaslight the entire cathedral into thinking that he was the one getting married today, he somehow pulled it off. At least, he did it long enough until Trein and Crewel dragged Crowley in by the ear to call the entire thing off.

Apparently, it is one thing to have the Prefect get married to a delusional prince. It is another to have the Prefect married to Jade Leech at this moment and time. Thankfully, they managed to intervene before the 'I do's' had begun again.

The ride going back to the college was eerily silent. You were extremely grateful that Professor Trein, Professor Crewel, and Headmaster Crowley had come at the right time to drag you out of that cathedral. You were no longer compromised, but was it really necessary to seat Crowley in-between you and Jade?

The eel didn't seem to mind, hands clasped onto his lap as the vehicle gently waved up and down according to the road. "I hope I did not make you uncomfortable, Prefect." He says calmly, glancing at you from the other side of the backseat.

You could only give him a sheepish smile from across, attempting to face the eel without the interference of Crowley's mask. "Everything's okay, Jade. I'm sorry you had to come and help me though."

"The pleasure was all mine. I am happy to have provided my assistance in the matter. Although, I was certain that everything was under control." You don't miss the way that Jade's eyes flicker to the two professors at the front then back to Crowley who flinched under the student's gaze. "But I do hope you realize that my words were genuine. I would have definitely preferred to give you my feelings at a more appropriate time."

"You like me?" You whispered in a weak attempt to find some privacy, but your impatience and curiosity had taken the better of you. Jade's composure never wavers, almost uncaring of a potential rejection. Shame was clearly unknown to him, and the hardened expressions of his professors go ignored.

"I most certainly fancy you. Wasn't it obvious?" He replied in a content tone. "Perhaps, would you like to join me for dinner at the Mostro Lounge tonight? The establishment would be closed, but I suppose Azul would not mind a special last-minute booking."

"I would like that."

"Wonderful," Jade lets out a quiet sigh, posturing himself to face forward. That eerie smile leaves an unsettling shiver through Crowley. "And thank you for coming to the Prefect's aid. I will be sure to remember this when one of you takes her down the aisle for our wedding."

A strong swerve to the left.

Trein's arm extends towards the wheel from the passenger seat, taking control of the vehicle as he attempted to drive the car back into the proper road. "Crewel, eyes on the road!" He exclaimed, far too concentrated on the road to take note of the stress written on Crewel's face. Crowley isn't doing much better, seeming to have passed out in his seat.

"Too soon to think about marriage? My apologies."

FLOYD LEECH

"Aww, Shrimpy! I knew you liked me, but don'tcha think you're playing a bit too hard to get? You're practically begging to be squeezed now! Can't wait to have you in my arms so you can't go anywhere no more." (He says it so lightheartedly, but the way his calmly strides his way towards the cathedral is so uncanny that it's frightening everyone that crosses his path).

A certain eel threw a tantrum when Azul forbade him from coming to your rescue. Such things should be handled by the right people, like any of the professors! Not you, Floyd! Letting Floyd get you is like sending a piranha fish into a tank full of bait. There was no guarantee that the wedding wouldn't end in an international disaster.

"I'll take care of it! What're you so worried about!?" Floyd asks accusingly as he casually cracks his knuckles with loud unsettling 'pops'. Jade's already tried talking him into doing something more levelheaded, but Floyd is having none of it. Shrimpy isn't getting married today, most certainly not to some no-name Prince hung up over shoe sizes.

Floyd is already gone the moment someone's eyes are off him. Not only is staff trying to figure out a plan for you, but now, they're scrambling to keep Floyd from making this messier than they should be. It's not that they distrust Floyd... actually, they do have every reason to distrust a ticking bomb like Floyd. No one can really predict him, nor can they predict what he will do to take you back.

Floyd isn't the type to dance around with formalities. Jade has always been the more diplomatic one, much more crafted around social codes and conducts. Frankly, Floyd couldn't give two shits about being polite and courteous, especially when it came to securing goods.

After all, this wasn't a deal under Azul's name. He didn't have to handle some precious cargo or sweeten up to some bargainer. Everyone is fair game when it comes to you.

"Congratulations, Shrimpy! I didn't know you were getting married to princey-poo over here!" The eel yelled from door, crooked grin and all. Your face lit up with a smile almost immediately as some sort of relief flooded your being.

"Floyd!" You exclaimed as your hands bunched up your dress and your feet climbed down the short stairs. You ignored the way Pierce called out for you, opting to race down the carpet until your head bumped into Floyd's sternum.

It couldn't be helped. If there was someone who was going to rescue you no matter what, you can bet on Floyd who would do it without hesitation, regardless of how messy the work would be... At least, that would only apply when it came to Shrimpy.

Tilting his head to the side with surprise, Floyd's grin widened as he took his hand to caress the top of your head. "Aww, you're squeezing me real tight! It's making me wanna squeeze back, real good." Your heart stopped for a moment, feeling his strong arms snake around your shoulders.

You braced yourself for a tight squeeze, holding your breath before he could crush you.

Oddly enough, it is Pierce that spares you from the blow. The prince cleared his throat, glaring at the eel as he reached for the handle of his sword. "Look, I don't know who you are, but you'd best return the Prefect to me right now."

Unfortunately, Floyd does so little as to bat an eye to the prince with a shrug. "Eh? I don't wanna." He drawled apathetically, too fixated on the pretty patterns of your dress.

"I beg your pardon?" Pierce choked, adamant for a proper explanation. He flinched at the way Floyd's gaze locks into him, frightened by the slightest look of irritation on the eel's face. "You heard me. I don't wanna give up Shrimpy for marriage."

You attempt to look up from Floyd's chest, hoping to placate him but his hand pressures your head to stay pressed to his chest. You wouldn't be able to see that scary look on his face, nor would you see the way that Pierce swallowed to himself in fear.

"I already came a long way to pick up Shrimpy. I don't think she likes you very much. Do you, Shrimpy? You wanna marry him?" You could only muffle your protests through his chest, and it seemed to be enough to snap the eel out his souring mood.

Floyd grinned, pleased with your supressed response. "You don't wanna? You hear that, princey? Shrimpy got no plans to get married today. I'll be taking her home now, okay?"

Finally, you get the chance to breathe once Floyd had released you from his hold. Before you could really regain your bearings, your world is flipped upside down when Floyd tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of rice. You couldn't really stop yourself from banging on his back, flustered by the gesture.

"Floyd, put me down!" You cried out. Your little punches only served to make Floyd laugh. "Don't wanna! You're too slow!" He yelled back with amusement, purposely picking up the pace to annoy you further.

"Wanna see how fast I can get you back to campus, Shrimpy? Hold on tight!"

Thankfully, Floyd gets bored of running before you got truly nauseous. He can't seem to remember how he got here in the first place, so the best thing to do is wait until Azul or Jade come to find you both. Until then, he plans to amuse himself with you for the rest of the day.

Similarly to Jade, Floyd has no shame when it comes to dragging you around in that wedding dress. He's already dragged you into a convenience store, an arcade, and even the basketball court despite your attire. Even as your dress got dirtier and dirtier, nothing really took away from how much he was enjoying himself with you.

He did get slightly annoyed when he noticed how much trouble you've had keeping up with him in those dreadful glass slippers. But he had just the perfect solution for that!

"Shrimpy! The store had it in your size!" Floyd giggled to himself, eagerly slipping off the glass slipper from your sore foot. Nothing could really compare to the relief you felt feeling the soft padding of the shoe instead of that painful arch. Wiggling your toes in the space, you smiled at the eel from your seat on the bench.

He easily performs the same gesture to your other foot, moreover pleased with how the runners looked on your feet. "Hehe, now we match!" Your eyes flicker down to his own shoes; basketball runners specifically tailored for comfort. Of course, Floyd would have invested in something like this. He was merfolk, after all. They would have taken better care of their feet compared to the average human.

"Oh, Floyd! You didn't have to get me these. I would've been just fine with slippers." You tell him with a slight pout. Floyd shrugged in response, rising to his feet. His shadow is cast over you, his body shielding you from the setting sun. "If I didn't get them for you, Shrimpy would've had a tough time playing with me."

Your pout intensified as you got up to your feet, grabbing at the basketball he had bought from the store as well. You bounce the ball off the asphalt, careful to not step on your dress. "At least let me pay you back later." As soon as those words left your lips, you immediately come to regret them.

It was never a good idea to offer compromises with an Octanivelle student.

A wide toothy grin comes across Floyd's face as he swipes the ball from you, taking a hop to the side as he shoots towards the rim. The sport is long forgotten however as he leers towards you, eager to strike at your weak attempts to take back your offer.

"Shrimpy's being generous today! I ain't interested in your thaumarks. Azul gives me plenty of that already," He stalked you down, backing you up against the wire fence. His arms cage you in, leaving you nowhere to run or hide.

"Now that I think of it, you haven't even paid me back for saving you. I'm still mad that you went to go and get hitched without me, y'know? I was really upset. I hate the idea of you getting together with somebody else." Floyd's mismatched eyes glint with need and want, followed by the way he leans in until his warm breath tickles your lips.

"I like chasing you, Shrimpy. But if you keep making me chase you, I'm gonna squeeze you so tight so you stop hiding."

Lips curved upward, Floyd smiles into the kiss he presses against you. There is a certain gentleness you never expected from him, a kind that you reciprocate. Molding your lips against his, the eel pulled away with a satisfied sigh. Still, he doesn't free you from the cage he created.

"You have feelings for me?" You question softly, followed by a giddy giggle of his own. "Took you long enough to notice! But that's alright," Another kiss is stolen from you, leaving you in a daze.

"You're gonna be making it up to me. We can start with a little squeeze!"

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Wait… YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?! Pt1

✦part2 part3

✦fem!reader

✦characters: Lilia, Jade, Epel

✦streamer reader keeps her relationship private until….

✦good luck finding your usernames (post)

Lilia Vanrouge

Your brows furrowed, jaw clenched as you peeked around a digital corner. “Okay, chat, they’re camping again. Literally again. Same deam spot. I swear these players don’t even blink, they just sit there like… like angry little mushrooms waiting to ruin my day.”

Chat:

chris-2220: campers = evil confirmed

jen-jen: she’s boutta lose it

best_mod: NOT THE MUSHROOMS LMAO

y/n.fan: someone save her

hanafubukki: rage incoming in 3…2…1…

You turned the corner in-game.

BOOM.

You screamed. “OH MY GOD!! AGAIN?! I JUST SPAWNED, YOU LOSERS PIECE OF—”

Your avatar ragdolled to the ground for the fifth time. Your hands flew into the air in defeat as you let out a long, loud puff. "Ugh, I hate this. I hate all of this."

You flopped back in your gaming chair, ready to launch into a full blown gamer rant when…

“You always get this dramatic when you lose. It’s adorable.”

You froze. Your heart stopped. Your soul left your body.

Because that was a very familiar voice. A very recognizable, flirty, smug, velvet smooth voice coming from just out of frame. Your eyes widened. Your hands shot up like you were being held at gunpoint.

And then…

Chat:

chris-2220: WAIT! WHO IS THAT? WHO JUST SAID THAT?! WAS THAT A GUY’S VOICE??? TELL US NOW!

hanafubukki: “adorable”??? HELLO??? WHY WAS THAT KINDA HOT

blessingofthestars: I NEED HIM TO SPEAK AGAIN PLS

jen-jen: SHE’S GOT A MAN??

masquerade-of-misery: HE SOUNDED WAY TOO SMOOTH TO BE REAL

You started laughing nervously. “Uh…I…guys, that was, um… just… the neighbor! Haha! Funny thing. Thin walls. Ha…”

You were fumbling hard. The stammering. The fake giggles. The absolute refusal to look directly at chat. From behind you, the voice returned, closer this time, clearly amused.

“Tell them I said hi.”

You turned slowly. He did not just… You whipped your head back to the camera. “I… I can explain!!!!”

Chat:

Y/N_simp: DEAD! I’M DEAD

hanafubukki: HE SAID HI I’M SCREAMING!
y/n.fan: MYSTERY BOYFRIEND???

chris-2220: YOU’VE BEEN HIDING A MAN THIS WHOLE TIME???

masquerade-of-misery: DROP HIS @ !DROP HIS BLOOD TYPE! WE NEED RECEIPTS!

blessingofthestars: WHY IS HE KINDA FLIRTY

jen-jen: DID SHE JUST GET EXPOSED LIVE LMAOOOOO

You covered your face with both hands, groaning. “I hate you,” you muttered over your shoulder.

Lilia leaned casually into frame, smirking like the smug menace he was, and gave the camera a playful wink. “Aw, come now, love. They seem fun.”

Chat:

chris-2220: OH MY GOD HE’S CUTE

y/n.fan: STOP IT! YOU’RE KILLING US

Y/N_simp: SHE’S SO RED RN I’M IN LOVE

hanafubukki: girl… good for you…

best_mod: I SHIP IT

You exhaled in defeat, cheeks glowing. “…Okay. Yes. That was Lilia. He’s… my boyfriend. Surprise…”

You shot him a glare. He blew you a kiss. “I was gonna keep it private a little longer,” you mumbled.

Lilia perched himself on the arm of your chair and rested a hand on your shoulder. “Where’s the fun in that, love?”

Jade Leech

You were mid way through a relaxed, late afternoon stream, lounging in your chair with your headset perched lazily over one ear. Chat was a chill ocean of messages, questions, and banter as you leaned back and scrolled through your upcoming schedule.

“Okay, so for Thursday’s stream, we’re doing the collab with CayCay, and then next Monday’s stream might be an IRL one… if the weather behaves,” you said.

Chat:

Y/n.mushroom: pls tell me the IRL stream is hiking again!

usernamesarehardtomake: i love the forest ones!!

jen-jen: what’s the outfit for Monday 👀

tutorialb0ss: we want the chaos collab on Thursday 


You smiled, stretching a little then…

Click.

The door to your room opened behind you, and you instantly stiffened. Your mouth hung open mid sentence. Jade walked in. Calm, composed… and visibly excited, at least, Jade excited, which meant a slight gleam in his eyes and a gentle lift to his smile. In his hands was a small, intricately carved wooden box.

“I found some new kind of mushrooms,” he said with quiet enthusiasm. “They’re a curious shade of violet and had an unusual texture when I plucked them.”

Your entire soul left your body. Because not only did he forget you were streaming, but he had walked in exactly the way he always did, soft footed, confident, and directly into frame.

Your eyes shot wide. The camera only caught him from the chest down, but still…. white sleeves rolled neatly at his elbows, forest dusted gloves, and his voice.

That smooth, hypnotic voice.

Chat:

Y/nsupport: WHO WAS THAT!?

jen-jen: “I found some mushrooms”?? HELLO??

Y/n.mushroom: voice reveal of some mystery man

wokasiv: he sounds hot not gonna lie

tutorialb0ss: THE WAY HE SOUNDED EXCITED ABOUT MUSHROOMS! IM CRYING!

usernamesarehardtomake: MA’AM. MA’AM EXPLAIN RIGHT NOW! WHOSE FOREARMS ARE THOSE???

You were frozen, like a deer in headlights. “...Hi, Jade,” you managed weakly, one hand awkwardly hovering over your mouse. “You’re, uh… on camera.”

Jade blinked once, then glanced at the monitor. “Ah,” he said smoothly.

He didn’t panic… of course he didn’t. He just tilted his head slightly, curious. “Am I interrupting?”

“I—uh—yes. I mean no. I mean… I forgot to end stream before you got home,” you stammered, heat crawling up your neck. “That’s… my bad.”

Jade chuckled. “I did wonder. You said you would be finished by the time I returned.” He placed the mushroom box on your desk gently. “But you get so absorbed when you’re enjoying yourself. It’s endearing.”

Chat:

tutorialb0ss: END??EAR??ING???

neko: HE’S SO CALM WTF

jen-jen: HE PUT A BOX DOWN. WHAT’S IN THE BOX?!?

usernamesarehardtomake: BRO WHY HE SOUND LIKE A FAIRY TALE VILLAIN I WANNA DATE

wokasiv: HIS VOICE IS ILLEGAL

Y/n.mushroom: DROP HIS FACE. DROP THE CAM. WE WANNA SEE.

You rubbed your face, trying to hide your red cheeks. “Chat, this is Jade. Yes. He’s my boyfriend. No, I wasn’t planning on telling you like this.”

Jade leaned down just enough for his face to almost peek into frame, still hidden, but close enough that you felt his breath near your ear. “Would you like me to say hello properly?” he murmured.

Your brain short-circuited. “Nope! Nope, we’re good, thanks!” you blurted out, smacking the ‘Be Right Back’ screen hotkey in a flustered panic.

Chat:

wokasiv: SHE’S LOSING IT!

usernamesarehardtomake: STOP THIS IS THE BEST STREAM EVER

neko: SHE WENT ✨BRB✨ REAL FAST

tutorialb0ss: MUSHROOM BOYFRIEND REVEAL IS ICONIC

Y/nsupport: LET HIM SPEAK AGAIN PLSSSS

Y/n.mushroom: this man got her blushing and panicking I’m OBSESSED

better.twin: Ew…

You turned in your chair and glared at Jade, who smiled sweetly down at you like he hadn’t just broken your entire streamer career in five seconds flat. “This is your fault,” you muttered.

He leaned in and kissed your temple, voice like silk. “I brought mushrooms.”

“…Fine. You’re forgiven. But next time!!!.”

Epel Felmier

You were in the middle of a comfy, easy going stream, your hoodie sleeves bunched up at your elbows and a grin on your face as you held up your new prototype merch mug to the camera. “So this is the first test version. The handle’s gonna be reshaped, and the logo will probably glow in the dark. Which I think is so cool,” you said proudly, spinning the mug between your fingers.

“The hoodie samples are coming next week, and I’m thinking of doing a special pre order drop for subs first”

Chat:

Y/n.lil.apple: that mug is so cute!

waitlexist: GLOW IN THE DARK??? OKAYYY

Y/n.notice_me: take my wallet pls

glitchingmind: when’s the drop date?? 👀👀

Neko: WAIT WHO JUST WALKED BY???

You blinked. “Huh?” You glanced behind you but nothing was there. Just your bedroom door half open.

“Someone walked by?” you repeated slowly, squinting toward the hallway.

Chat:

Y/n.lil.apple: YES SOMEONE LITERALLY JUST PASSED

Y/N_simp: lilac hoodie guy! he was cute

waitlexist: HE HAD A BABY FACE

Neko: HE’S SO ADORABLE! was that your brother??? 👀👀👀

You snorted, laughing. “My brother? I don’t have a brother.” You leaned closer to read more comments, scrolling up.

“Wait… what? ‘He’s so adorable, was that your brother?’... I—huh?” You read the comment out loud.

Before you could even register your confusion fully…

SLAM.

The door flew open, and Epel marched back in like a storm in human form, glaring straight at your monitor with arms crossed over his chest and righteous fury radiating from him. “Who the fuck are you calling adorable?!” he snapped, voice sharp and thick with his unmistakable accent. “AND I’M HER BOYFRIEND!!”

You froze.

Chat? Exploded.

Chat:

Y/N_simp: EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?!?! BOYFRIEND???

waitlexist: “WHO THE FUCK” SIR HELLO???

Neko: LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

Y/n.notice_me: BABYGIRL HAS A BOYFRIEND REVEAL LIVE

glitchingmind: THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING EVER

Y/N_simp: YOU’RE DATING THAT ANGRY LITTLE GRAPE??

Y/n.fan_: I THOUGHT HE WAS A BABY HE’S A WHOLE MAN???

Y/n.lil.apple: THE ACCENT CAME OUT HARD 😭😭😭

You turned slowly in your chair, wide eyed. “Epel… what… why did you yell at chat?!”

“They called me adorable,” he said indignantly, walking fully into the room now, jaw tense. “Like I’m some little purse puppy or somethin’… tch. I ain’t adorable, I’m tough. I work out! I chop wood! You’ve seen my arms!”

You blinked at him. “...They didn’t mean it in a bad way.”

“I don’t care, they’re wrong!” He pointed at your screen dramatically. “Tell them. Tell them I’m your man, not your deam brother!”

You slapped your hand over your mouth to hide your laughter, shoulders shaking. “Okay okay! yes, everyone, that was Epel,” you said between giggles. “He’s not my brother. He’s my boyfriend. My… very proud boyfriend.”

Chat:

waitlexist: “I CHOP WOOD” OKAY LUMBERJACK

Y/n.fan_: SIR RELAX WE GET IT

Y/n.notice_me: THE ACCENT WHEN HE’S MAD IS KINDA 👀

Y/n.lil.apple: I THOUGHT HE WAS CUTE, BUT HE’S SCARY NOW!

glitchingmind: “I’M HER MAN” I’M GONNA DIE

Y/N_simp: you got yourself a firecracker

Neko: PLS BRING HIM ON STREAM MORE

Epel huffed but looked satisfied. “Damn right.”

You finally turned to him, eyes warm. “You could’ve just said hi, you know.”

He shrugged. “Wouldn’t be as fun.”

Then, with all the casualness in the world, he leaned down and kissed your cheek, making your chat short circuit even harder, before walking off again like nothing happened.

You stared at your camera, stunned. “...So anyway, about that merch drop.”

Chat:

Neko: MAM.

Y/N_simp: WE’RE NOT DONE.

Y/n.lil.apple: GET HIM BACK HERE

glitchingmind: WE NEED A COUPLE STREAM NOW

waitlexist: HOW DARE YOU JUST GO BACK TO BUSINESS

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[angelsrcute]

Baby, keep your eyes on me. ౨ৎ

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — yandere men who'd tie up someone and fuck you infront of them if they jealous. Gosh, the fucking audacity. How dare that fucker look at you in a wrong way? it's as if his hand on your waist and the way he clings to you isn't enough. Your head pushed into the pillow, your ass up in the air as he fucks you to next week, his other hand gripping into your waist. Ouch, that would leave marks.

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ— The bound stranger struggles to get out of the chair, screams muffled. Loud moans echoing in the room, your ass red from the spankings, it hurts! Well, who cares, at this point you can only think about how well his cock slides in n out of you, stretching you out, hittin' all your good spots. The lewd sight, full on display for that unfortunate man :(

“Such a stupid slut, gettin' off of this, do you like this? gettin' fucked in front of someone? tsk, can't even keep quiet like a good girl,”

Oh, well what happens to the guy after that is a mystery! :3

Leona, ROOK, Leech twins, Blade, Boothill, Asmo, Barbatos, Childe, Sukuna, TOJI, Scara, Pantalone, Chuuya, DAZAI, Akutagawa + your favs.

[dankbraincrevices]

what you acquire from marrying them:

[mimicstarghost]

I want this woman...

[telephoniii]

SUMMER LOVIN’ HAD ME A BLAST

☆彡 in which you spend your summer with the NRC boys in different ways

NRC boys x reader

word counter: 6K

tags: established relationship, reader is prefect, tooth rotting fluff, possible ooc

a/n: it's been a while! i hope my writing isn't too rusty. i tried to make each one unique to their character! i hope you enjoy :>

ace trappola

Water balloon fight!… Except he’s the most unfair person on the planet. He’ll take you to the beach and bring a cooler, claiming he knew you’d start whining about the heat. Well, that was part of the reason. One half of the cooler had waters and soda. The other? Filled to the brim with water balloons. He makes sure you’re completely unaware when he strikes (EVIL). You’ll probably be peacefully walking along the shore when BOOM. You feel a smack on your head. Turning, you see your oh-so-lovely boyfriend standing a good distance behind you with his arms full of water balloons. You’re funny if you think he’s holding back. He’s funny if he thinks you’re not gonna chase him. It’s a relief the beach was empty that day because you two start running around like chickens. It gets worse once you find out where he’s keeping the water balloons. By the end of it, you both are soaked without even going into the ocean.

deuce spade

Blastcycle ride! He takes you on the back his blastcycle around a nice little secluded area. Honestly, it doesn’t matter how long you two have been together, Deuce is going to be internally panicking before you guys go. He wants it to be the upmost romantic! Sunsets are romantic, right?! Spends an ungodly amount of time brainstorming ways to make the mood more romantic. Gives you a bouquet of roses when he first picks you up. He wasn’t prepared for you to pluck two of the roses, attaching one to his shirt and the other to your hair. Deuce’s face flushed a bright red, nearly matching the rose. Then he feels insanely bad once you guys start driving on the blastcycle because the wind blows both your roses away. You laugh, saying you already knew it was going to happen but he’s internally cursing himself for not going slower. He slowly but surely starts to relax as you two drive. He’s always loved driving blastcycles and it’s quite the endearing sight to have you holding onto him, laying your head against him as you watch the sunset. He observes the way the wind blows your hair and thinks you’ve never looked better. You chat a bit, and soon enough he’s not overthinking at all. He’s just enjoying the amazing view with you. You have that effect on him— one that eases all his worries.

cater diamond

Shopping spree! Takes you to the mall, looking for cute bathing suits for both of you. Of course, you two get distracted and start making outfits for the other to try. He records it as you walk out of the changing room, strutting in some absurd outfit with full confidence. You record him as he walks out and absolutely owns whatever outfit you picked for him. At another store, he buys matching keychains and bracelets for both of you! Probably buys one of those corny bracelets that says ‘his’ and ‘hers’, but he loves it. With your keychains, he’d want to do a photo booth with them to show them off. On the last photo, he’ll turn to kiss you for the camera. His lips are soft, gentle, and passionate against yours as he holds your jaw, tilting your head. Except he doesn’t stop after the picture is taken. You two may or may not make out in the photo booth. A knock on the side of the photo booth takes both of you out of la la land. You walk out red in the face; he walks out with the fattest grin on his face. Shameless. His Magicam stories is filled with pictures of you two together. Once he’s home, he’ll stare at the pictures you took together. There’s a small, genuine smile on his face as he already plans the next hangout in his head. He can’t get enough of you.

trey clover

Homemade ice cream! Trey feels as though he doesn’t handle the heat the best. His solution? Ice cream, obviously! Originally, he invited you over to just try the ice cream, but then it turned into you wanting to help him make it. Watching his favorite person participate in his favorite hobby? Yeah, he has no objections. You’ll probably have him churn both of yours since it starts to hurt your wrists and he’s already used to it. He’s got those baker wrists so he’s immune. The first batch you two make would probably be a simple vanilla. His turns out better than yours and he offers to give you his. However, instead of caving, you propose just making more ice cream. Again, no objections from this man. He’s down bad, he’ll go along with practically everything you want. (Malewife fr) The second round you guys are making different flavors. He’ll give you all the ingredients you need to make your favorite flavor while he makes strawberry ice cream for Riddle. Yours turns out better this time around! With pride, you get a spoonful and feed it to Trey who gives you his hum of approval. He fondly watches as you eat another scoop, some excess ice cream on your lips. When he asks for another taste, you’re happy to oblige. You just don’t expect him to grab your waist and pull you in for a hungry kiss.

riddle rosehearts

Zoo date! He wanted to go for educational purposes, just in case he had future classes on different animal species. You insisted on tagging along. Riddle was surprised how much he enjoyed having you there with him. The zoo felt less like learning trip and more… fun. He’ll still read every fact about the animals, but there’s a heartfelt smile that appears on his lips as he watches you point at an animal beside him. You bring out his childlike wonder as you drag him around the zoo, fawning over all the animals. After spotting a decent amount of people in line, you quickly find out there was an animal feeding going on. Turning towards Riddle, you asked if he wanted to do it with you. He doubts he would’ve agreed to it if anyone else asked, but the way your eyes shined as you looked at him compelled him to say yes. For the record… he was totally NOT intimidated by the giraffe’s height when he was feeding it. The giraffe simply startled him is all. Yeah. However, the way Riddle lit up at the sight of flamingos was adorable. He was nervous to feed them, but with your encouragement, he held out the bowl to the creature. The pink birds seemed to flock towards Riddle as more and more came to surround him. You couldn’t help but laugh as your boyfriend panicked a bit. When Riddle glanced over at you laughing, he couldn’t look away. He was so glad you came along.

jack howl

Swimming! Savanaclaw has their own dorm pool and Jack uses it to his advantage. Whether it’s during the school year or the middle of break, Jack is always determined to improve his strength. You’ll likely sit at the edge of the pool, dipping your toes in as you watch your boyfriend doing laps in the water. It’s adorable watching him swim as you rarely get to see his ears and tail get wet. At some point, he’ll swim up to you, asking you to time how fast he could swim from one end to the other. He got 42 seconds. You joked that you could beat that time. Big mistake. Now you guys have to race. Whether you’re a good or bad swimmer doesn’t really matter much as Jack is stupidly determined to win. Friendly competition gets him fired up. He looks way too proud of himself as he wins for the umpteenth time. You can’t help yourself when you splash at him. Another big mistake. Now you guys are splashing back and forth, giggling like kids. He’d never say it to your face, but he was definitely going easy on you. You just looked too cute when you’d start to get the upper hand. There’s a point where you get too close to him and Jack ducks under water. It’s like he disappeared. You can’t find him anywhere until he appears from under you, hoisting you onto his shoulders as he abruptly stands up. He’d do it a thousand times over if it meant seeing that expression on your face again.

ruggie bucchi

Fishing! It’s a secret talent of his that he takes pride in. He takes you to fishing pond where the two of you sit together and try to catch something. The first fish he catches freaks you out a bit with how much it flailed around. Being the cheeky hyena he is, naturally he chased you around with it. After that, he offers to help you catch something. Please say yes because it’s totally worth it the way he puts his hands over yours and murmurs instructions into your ear. His usual attitude makes it easy to forget how focused he can get when he wants to be. Ruggie is in Spelldrive and works countless part time jobs. That boy knows how to lock in. He doesn’t see the effect his voice and touch has on you until after you catch the first fish. And once he does it goes STRAIGHT to his head. Lots of smug grins and teasing. Once he knows you got it, he’ll let you fish on your own. Don’t underestimate how good he is at fishing because after you’ve caught your second one he’s got like four new ones in the bucket. Yeah. ‘Just a hobby’ my ass. By the end, you’ve got more than enough fish to feed the whole dorm of Savanaclaw. And Ruggie has no intention of sharing it with anyone besides you. They can catch their own food! He just wants to feast with you tonight. You cook it together. The way he practically drools at the sight of the fish is so pure. He splits the food 50/50 with you. If it were anyone else, he’d try to pull a one over on them with a 30/70 or something. But he doesn’t have the heart to do it to you. The fish tastes better eating it with you anyways.

leona kingscholar

Henna tattoos! He went back to his hometown during the summer since he got annoyed by Falena and Neji’s nagging. You wanted to tag along and he reluctantly agreed. Leona didn’t really want you to meet his family, but the thought of you wearing clothes from his culture had his head spinning. You mainly stayed in the guest bedroom of the palace, which in itself was huge. Leona was, unfortunately, real busy. Cheka was more than happy to keep you company though! You walked around the outside of the palace with Cheka, asking if he was even allowed out there. He cut you off as he yanked your arm towards a small stand. The lady at the stand seemed to recognize Cheka, giggling at his antics. She soon explained to you that she does Henna. Once Cheka comes of age, she’s going to be the one to give him a traditional Kingscholar tattoo. Kind as ever, she also offers to give you one, free of charge. Any guest of the royal family is a guest of hers. It’s hard to decline when Cheka happily shoves one of the paper design examples in your face, saying it would look good on you. The lady at the stand assures you the Henna isn’t permanent. You cave and send a picture of it to Leona. To your surprise, he sends a picture back of a matching tattoo on his back. Once he sees you in person, he immediately kisses your tattoo and smudges it a bit. He laughs if you get annoyed. Leona can’t stop kissing you; look so beautiful with a tattoo that matches his.

floyd leech

Boogie boarding! He’s tried surfing and the rush of standing on water is so much fun!! Floyd initially plans to surf with you and you agree. Neither of you owned surfboards though so you had to go out and buy new ones. As you were looking at the designs, there was one that reminded you of the Monstro Lounge. Except it wasn’t a surf board. It was a boogie board. “What’s that?” Floyd asked, draping himself over your shoulders as he stared at the board in your hands curiously. “Oh, it’s a boogie board. It’s basically a surf board but instead of standing on it you lay on your stomach and ride the waves—“ The leech immediately snatched that board from your hands and bought it. It was like love at first sight for this mad lad. He immediately ran into the water directly into a wave, plopping his stomach down on the board. Floyd was a natural. It was hard not to admire him; shirtless and wet with the biggest grin on his face. He caught onto your ogling and assumed you wanted a spin on the boogie board. Definitely forces you to try it. If you fall off the board he’s laughing and saying, “Wow! You’re almost as bad as Azul!” If you don’t fall, he’s making fun of you. “You look drenched, Shrimpy! I’m surprised you didn’t drown!” Yeah, this guy is the worst. He does love you though. It shows when he gives you his towel and helps you dry off.

jade leech

Hiking! You already knew it was coming. Let’s hope you can keep up because the way he hikes up so fast is insane. And he’s rarely shooting you a glance, way too focused on the beauty of the mountains. It isn’t until he starts rambling on about how you should join the Mountain Lover Club when he realizes you’ve fallen behind. He blinks in surprise as he turns around, looking for you. Soon enough, he finds you sitting down on a rock trying to catch your breath. You apologize for the slow down and he shakes his head, saying he should’ve been more aware of your stamina. His eyes widened as you moved to pull out a small mushroom from your pocket, saying that you picked it since you knew he’d like it. That toothy grin of his makes its way onto his face as he leans forward to give you a kiss. The thought of you doing that specifically for him makes his heart swell. In fact, it swells so much that he bends down in front of you and tells you to get on his back. Now he’s insistent on carrying you the whole way through the hike. No objections. Jade is slower this time around. It’s partly due to the added weight on his back, but also because he told you to look out for any more of those mushrooms so you two could pick them together. Once you’re at the top of the mountain, the two of you have a bag full of mushrooms. It’s getting late and Jade lays down beside you on a patch grass. He goes through the different mushrooms in the bag, explaining the origin and purpose of each one. You ask which is his favorite. Jade takes a moment to think it over. Eventually picks the first one you gave to him— the one you pulled out of your pocket. That one is especially special to him from now on.

azul ashengrotto

Leomade stand! Summer is prime time for lemonade sales and Azul fully intends on seizing the opportunity. As he sets up a lemonade menu for the Monstro Lounge, you playfully suggest he makes a lemonade stand while he was at it. You had no idea that he’d actually take you seriously. Now, there you were, sitting next to your boyfriend outside of NRC as you sold lemonade. It brought back a certain nostalgia. Azul lightly scolded you as you drank some of the lemonade the two of you were selling. You shrugged, claiming you didn't want to get dehydrated before handing him the cup and told him he should drink some as well. Azul lightly tapped the cup, considering it before caving and taking a small sip. He furrowed his brows as he looked up and was met with your smug grin. “… Why are you looking at me like that?” “You drank from the same exact spot as me. Indirect kiss!” Azul’s face lit a bright red. He stuttered before telling you that your antics were bad for business. You rolled your eyes. He went silent for a few moments before speaking up, his voice quieter than before. “What if I gave you a direct kiss?” Your lit up at his comment. He was too endearing, shyly asking if he could kiss you despite that fact you were already dating. With your permission, he leaned forward and closed the distance between you two. Once he pulled away, you murmured, “You taste like lemonade.” Azul let out a tiny scoff. “Wow. What a surprise.”

kalim al asim

Summer party! He’d arranged a huge party at Scarabia and invited everyone from NRC. How could he not celebrate the season nearly everyone looks forward to! It was as lavished as it could get with crazy amounts of food, pretty lights, a big pool, and, of course, amazing music! Out of everyone he invited, he was most excited to celebrate with you! He almost bought you your own separate cake before Jamil talked him out of it! Once you arrived, he was glued to your hip. He just wanted to be around you the whole time! How could he want to do anything else when the fairy lights bring out a certain sparkle in your eyes that made him want to stare at you forever? Although he’s always friendly with everyone, it's obvious that his energy shifts when your around. His eyes are just drawn to you during every party game. Every chance he gets, he partners with you! Chicken fight in the pool? Get on his shoulders, you two are sure to win together! Cup pong? Join his team and lets see who can score more! Once the night comes, he holds his hand out to you and asks for a dance. One dance turns into the rest of the night as you two enjoy one another company. Whether it's an upbeat song he could break dance or a slow song to sway to, he’ll dance the night away with you next to him! It doesn't even matter if you’re good or bad at dancing, as long as your having fun then he is too! As you watches you move your hips to the beat, he wishes for this night to last forever.

jamil viper

Festival! Kalim and his family were hosting this fancy festival to celebrate the arrival of summer. Jamil assumed he’d be busy the entire night protecting Kalim. Despite this, he encouraged you to go to the festival with friends. He knew it’d be something you’d enjoy, and Jamil wanted nothing more than for you to be happy, even if he couldn't be there with you. You agreed but promised to stop by and spend some time with him as he watched over Kalim. Jamil stood by the young Al Asim, watching as he mingled with other high-class families. To his surprise, he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. He recognized the man as a knight to the Al Asim family. The knight not-so-kindly told Jamil that he was not needed and that his presence— the presence of a Viper— was ruining the image of the Al Asims. Jamil furrowed his brows, about to argue back before he heard a familiar laugh in the distance. Yours. You stood at one of the festival games, laughing as you missed another hoop… Maybe being away from Kalim wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. He hugged you from behind, a sly smile as he met your surprised gaze. “Mind if I steal you away for the rest of the night?” “I’d love that, Jamil.” He intertwined his hand in yours as he whisked you away from the crowds. Jamil took you to a cozy spot where the two of you could sit and watch the firework show together. You rested your head on his shoulder as he wrapped a hand around your waist. Although the way the fireworks lit up the sky was pretty, nothing matched the way the light illuminated against you perfectly. For a few moments, you were the only thing that existed in Jamil’s world. Although he bound to Kalim by law, Jamil’s devotion towards you was completely his choice. And he loved it.

epel felmier

Apple picking! He’s more than eager to take you to meet his family. So when they tell him its prime apple picking time, he grabs you by the arm and takes you through the magic mirror with little explanation. His family absolutely adores you. They show you all the best spots in their farm to pick apples, teaching you techniques that you’d never even think of. You and Epel are outside, with you holding the basket of apples as he grabs the harder to reach ones. It starts turning into a game where he throws you an apple and you catch it with the basket. You’re out of breath and he’s laughing watching you run around trying to catch these apples. His meemaw shouts from inside to knock it off before someone gets hit in the head with an apple. Epel reluctantly stops but throws you one more apple for good measure. He teaches you how to carve the apples! The bruised ones needed to be carved anyways, might as well teach you in the meantime! Epel watches you carefully, making sure you don't accidentally get cut when carving. No, he totally does NOT get sappy when he watches you carve your initials together in an apple. So what if he carved a heart around it? It's just because he thought it’d look nice! No other reason… His meemaw passes by and gives him a knowing look. Epel almost explodes on the spot when Marja says, “This one’s a keeper, boy! I expect grandchildren!”

rook hunt

Camping! He’s a hunter and a sucker for the woods. Rook sets up most of the camp. It's not that he doesn't allow you to help, rather that he’s super speedy and efficient at what he does. In the blink of an eye, he’s got a fire going and everything. Definitely bought you your own separate tent to sleep in, but when you tell him you’d like to sleep beside him he swiftly takes it down with the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. Brings a camera to observe all the woodland creatures. Unfortunately for him, the woodland creatures are definitely afraid but his presence. You sigh as you watch your boyfriend climb a tree to take a picture of an unsuspecting animal. This guy is lucky you love him. Coincidentally, the animals actually seem to like you. They come to the little spot you and Rook have set up as a camp and chill around the fire. Rook feels his heart melt at the sight of a few squirrels sitting next to you while you made smores. Beautiful creatures all sitting together in harmony? He thanks the heavens for this sight and snaps a picture with his camera. Rook approaches slowly and calmly. The animals are almost scared away but with small encouragements from you, they stay. Rook is over the moon at this, happy to be so close to the critters. It's an adorable sight to see as he holds a tiny chipmunk in his hands, the fire illuminating the sparkle in his eyes. You scoot towards him, offering him a taste of your smore. Rook nods before catching you off guard with a kiss. “It tastes truly delightful. Especially on your lips, Trickster~”

vil schoenheit

Spa day! He has an image to maintain, but being able to relax while being taken care of with you beside him? Sounds like paradise. Vil doesn't exactly trust you to massage and take care of his scalp— he’s got enough money to hire actual professionals— but he’ll happily do it for you! He finds it quite endearing the way you relax under his touch as he shampoos and conditions your hair. What he does allow you to do is put face masks on him. It's easy to fix if you mess up and he quite likes the proximity. Vil has to hold himself back from kissing you as you sit in his lap, pressing the mask against his skin. Instead, he settles for lightly squeezing your hip as he does the same for you. He’ll happily get full body massages, pedicures, and manicures for the both of you— all on his wallet of course. Except he asks that they don't paint yours or his nails. He wants to do that with you. Another easy fix in his book if you mess up the polish. Vil absolutely adores that determined little look on your face as you carefully paint his nails. Once you pull back with a satisfied grin, he gives you a hum of approval no matter how good or bad of a job you did. He’ll match nails with you, delighted to see a part of himself on you. Once his face mask is off he’s definitely smashing his lips against yours. Just to see if your lips need a lip mask of course. No other reason. Vil’s kisses always leave you breathless. The sight of you panting because of him with your hair and nails all pretty has him the most relaxed he’s been in years. How could he not enjoy himself when you're around? Your beauty is matched only by his own in his eyes.

ortho shroud

Sand castles! Since his older brother is such a recluse, Ortho by association hasn't been out much. Hearing that he’s never built a sand castle, you felt the need to fix that! You took him to small beach with a bunch of plastic toy shovels, molds, and buckets. Ortho was more than enthusiastic to try! He had a waterproof activation system and felt that he was finally putting it to use. At first it was… rough. He scooped two buckets filled with water and dumped them ontop of the castle. He had the spirit! Just not the knowledge. Well— at first. With a quick searches on the web, suddenly he went from noob to mob boss in an instant. You’ve never seen a sand castle that huge before. It had a whole opening system and everything! Made out of sand! The gate to the castle was moveable and the designs were so intricate you’d think Ortho was an actual architect. Other people at the beach came to ogle at the masterpiece. Craziest part? Ortho continued to add on to it to make it even bigger. Bigger is an understatement. The robot built an ACTUAL castle that you could walk inside of. On the beach. What the fuck. Once it got late out, the beach manager walked up to you and Ortho before asking if he could turn it into a preserve. An actual sand castle is sure to attract some visitors and curious eyes. Ortho was more than happy to agree. He was even more happy to claim that YOU built it instead of him! Probably because they asked for the builders first and last name. Considering that he’s a Shroud, he didn't want to garner his parents unnecessary attention and said your name. When you return to the dorms, Idia runs to interrogate both of you about the ‘Real Life Sand Castle Built By NRC Students!’ headline that was on his screen.

idia shroud

Movie marathon! No matter what season it is, Idia isn't fond of going outside. The solution? Watch animes of fictional people going outside with you! He writes down a list of anime summer movies that he’s been wanting to watch. The main reason he hasn't is because watching them makes him feel even more alone. But, if you’re watching them with him? How could he feel alone when he’s got the most OP person in the universe as his partner? Once all the movies come in, you both are pulling all nighters! He’s got your favorite snacks and grabs all his comfy blankets. Much to Idia’s embarrassment, you asked if you could wear matching hoodies of this one power couple in one of the movies you were going to watch. How could he say no when you looked at him like that?! Needless to say, the whole time you guys were watching that movie, Idia was saying, “Literally us.” and tugging on your hoodies. You dug threw some of the snacks he got for the movie marathon, finding a box of popsicles. He took the blue one, you took the red one. By the end of it, you both had purple tongues though. As you start to drift to sleep at the ripe time of 5AM, Idia can’t help but admire your sleepy state. He wonders what he did to get protagonist levels of lucky to have you by his side.

sebek zigvolt

Collecting sea shells! When Malleus mentioned admiring the unique patterns each sea shell had, Sebek got the bright idea to collect the prettiest sea shell so he could to bring it to his master! You, happy to see your boyfriend so motivated, agreed to help. Every shell on that beach was heavily scrutinized under Sebek’s eyes. It was hard to find one he was happy with. Too big. Too small. Too round. Too sharp. Too zigzag-y. Like, okay Goldie Locks. You were starting to think there wasn't a single shell that he’d be happy with. Sitting down on the sand, you let out a small sigh while watching the waves. Sebek was next to you, digging in the sand for any hidden shells. Watching the ocean, you couldn't help but notice a pretty, little shell wash up on shore. You abruptly stood up, walking towards it. “Sebek! Sebek! Look at this one!” In his eyes, it really wasn't all that different from the rest. But he couldn't help but notice the way you looked at it like it was the most treasured jewel you’ve ever seen. The way you smiled as you held it out to him made his heart flutter. Something in him hoped that you looked at him like that during the times he wasn't paying attention. The thought flustered him, his cheeks turning pink as he looked at the shell. “… I-It’ll work.” He mumbled. Your smile widened as you held his arm. “Really?! I’m so glad! I was starting to think I wasn't gonna be much help!” Sebek glanced towards you, still a bit red in the face. To him, you were always a help. Whether it be a mood booster, another pair of hands, or a discovery of so many emotions he’s never felt before. You were always helping him learn more about himself, something he’d be eternally grateful for.

silver

Hammock naps! Silver wanted to make the most of his summer, causing him to go out a lot during it. He didn't want to sleep the season away. However, he’s been falling asleep in dangerous places. It’s starting to wear down on him to the point where you suggested he take a break. He sighed, confiding in you that he really wanted to make memories of the summer but struggled with his condition. An idea appeared in your mind. “Have you ever slept on a hammock?” Silver raised his brow, shooting you a curious look. “… I don’t believe I know what that is.” You were more than happy to buy one for the two of you to try. He helped attach it to the trees, making sure it was stable enough for both of you. Once inside, you immediately started to swing in it, catching him off guard. “What’re you—?” “C’mon’ it’s part of the fun!” Silver couldn't help the soft laughs that escaped his throat at your antics. To you, it was a heavenly sound. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer as he rested his head on top of yours. “Thank you for this…” He murmured. You pressed a small kiss to his shoulder. “I’ll be dreaming of you.” Silver hummed before dozing off. And he wasn't lying. His dreams were always full of you. This time, it was you and him just laying there till the end of time. With you snuggled against him. Together.

lilia vanrouge

Pottery! The old bat has done a lot in his lifetime. Pottery isn't one of them. It’s been on his bucket list for a while, but he just hadn't found a good time to try it. You, knowing this, bought him an at home pottery set. Which might've been the worst decision ever. He was over the moon about it, smothering you with kisses before quickly unboxing the set and trying it out. You both stood in the Diasomnia kitchen with aprons as you read over the instructions. They sounded confusing. So, Lili just shrugged and decided to go for it. Turns out it’s not as easy as it looked. Clay splattered everywhere— on the table, on the counters, and on your faces. Lilia let out a hearty laugh seeing you covered with clay because of him. He wiped some of it off your cheek with a grin. “Looks amazing on you, dear.” Lilia murmured before giving you a try. After what Lilia did, there was no way you could do any worse. You ended up making a flimsy little vase. It was far from pretty, but it had Lilia awestruck. “Let’s put it in the oven! Quick!” He held it like it was his newest son. You tilted your head to the side, amused by his behavior. “Are you sure you don't wanna try and make a better one? That was my first attempt and it definitely shows.” You chuckle, causing him to shake his head. “Shh! You’ll hurt its feelings!” Nothing you make could ever be ugly in Lilia’s eyes. And this vase was one of them. To him, it solidified the fact that you bought and did all this for him. And that meant a lot. He’d love and cherish anything else you made. As long as you’d keep making them for him.

malleus draconia

Lanterns! You and Malleus usually take midnight strolls no matter the season. However, he got curious when he saw pretty colors illuminating the night sky. After a bit of research, you told him how some workshop planned on releasing lanterns every Friday of summer. He was more than eager to participate in this human ritual. The next Friday rolls around and he drags you to the spot. His presence demands attention of course, so the two of you are quickly provided with the materials you need. Malleus gets stumped when it comes to decorating his lantern. So many ideas… he struggles to settle on one. Just as he turns to you for advice, his eyes widened and his heart starts beating a little faster as he sees yours. On your lantern, you had him painted on there. It was a chibi version, but it was clearly him by the horns. “How creative.” He hummed in amusement, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Motivated by the sight, he takes great caution as he begins to paint on his. Each stroke is careful and calculated. In the end, he painted you on his lantern in return. It was a much more detailed version compared to yours, but that made it all the more charming. Your heart swelled at the sight before another idea popped in your mind. You painted half of heart on your lantern before glancing towards him. “You should paint the other half on yours! That way when they’re in the sky, all the other lanterns know they’re connected.” Malleus grinned at the idea, swiftly agreeing and painting the other half of the heart. Once it was time to light them, he sat beside you and you two lit it at the same time, watching them drift off into the sky. Malleus couldn't help but think over your words again. His mind wandered to the heart halves you both painted. “Even as lanterns, we find our way back to each other.” He mused, intertwining his hand in yours. “I’ll love you in every universe.”

[sigilli]

down bad octavinelle

they're all thinking about you constantly. like, they can't get you out of their head. of course, what they're thinking about is all different. and they're all too pussy to confess.

azul wants you to love him in a way that makes him feel better. he wants you to comfort him, to let him know it's all okay, and it will always be okay. he wants a slow, sappy romance, and will be thinking about you meeting his family before you're even together. he thinks about you pampering him, holding him, just... being with him. and if his thoughts stray to you taking care of him in a far more intimate fashion? well, you can't really blame him. he'd be happy to lay down and take what you give him. he wants it slow, but however you like is fine for him too.

floyd wants you to love him like a chick flick highschool romance. he's imagining you with his last name, thinking about a wedding and all the cute things he wants to do with you. he's like a pitbull, he looks so scary, but all he really wants is some cuddles and someone to be there with him. he finds that he can't be bored with you around. dreams of a sloppy first kiss, breaking off into a closet to makeout in-between classes, your first time being all giggly and fun, everything he's seen in those cheesey romance movies. he wants to fight for control, play with you until you get to the main event. entertain him some more, won't you? he'd get so bored without you next to him.

jade wants you to love him in a way that leaves both of you breathless. he's absolutely a freak, and all day he imagines scenarios, so many scenarios, of you under him, on top of him, laying side by side- he's not picky. he wants to get down and dirty, and he doesn't care if he's in charge or not. everytime you bend over, his head runs wild with the urge to do something to you. at the same time, whenever you get annoyed with him, he prays you'll pull him in by the collar of his shirt and put him in his place. pull his hair, or let him pull yours, while you kiss on a desk. of course, for all his freak, he's still a coward (and a virgin). he can't find it in himself to initiate anything, so feel free to pin him somewhere and confess your love.

... or something along those lines.