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Heroes vs. Villains : Octavinelle [Part 2]

Gender Neutral Reader x Octavinelle vs. Rielle Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Woe to the Ramshackle Prefect, being caught up in the drama between the Disney Villains and their respective heroes. Octavinelle Version, Part 2 ie. Your red-headed hero arrives at Night Raven College and your other aquatic friends are less than enthused.

[PART 1] [PART 2]

The VDC is going to be one of the biggest events in Night Raven College’s history. It’s going to be spectacular, awe-inspiring, one for the history books. And somehow, by the grace of the Gods (or, well, Vil and Professor Crewel) you have tickets.

So naturally, Azul wants you to work through the entire thing.

“I know you don’t like people,” he’d smiled, as if he was offering you salvation on a silver platter. “And just think of it—all those crowds of sweaty, screaming, humans running around. It only seems right that I, as your employer and friend, do my due diligence to keep you safe during all of it, hmm?”

“We’re just thinking of your wellbeing,” Jade had piped in, a gloved hand pressed to his chest all innocent-like. You weren’t fooled for a second.

“And think of all the extra Thaumarks you’ll earn in tips!” Azul chirped. “I know being in a new world has been difficult for you in more ways than one, and that the financial burden in particular has been terribly unpleasant. So really, we’re just doing everything we can to assist you!”

Lies about being considerate for your ‘delicate mental health’ aside, money was good. Money was great. And besides, all you really cared about was the Choral Competition. As long as you could sneak away for that one, camping out in the Lounge didn’t actually seem like the worst idea in the world. The food was excellent, the atmosphere soothing, and the company was—

…Well.

‘Less than desirable’ would probably be an understatement. But Azul always let you take home the leftovers at the end of the night, and sometimes on colder nights Jade would make you a cup of cocoa with no mushrooms in it or anything. So maybe you could excuse a bit of sadism here and there.

So the VDC came and little, poor, you were squirreled away behind the gilded doors of the Mostro Lounge. Aside for the influx of costumers (and subsequent ‘event price hikes’), it was hardly different than any of your other shifts. The one notable difference was how often Azul swapped your station. Normally you were on door duty, or acting as part of the wait staff. But every time a group of RSA students strutted by in their fancy white uniforms, the Octo-Mer would shuffle you off to the kitchens. Or the bar. Or even his office sometimes, demanding assistance with clerical work.

Someone called your name and you lifted your head from your cloud of misery and menial labor—only half paying attention to the people you were ushering in towards the seating area. But instead of another unfamiliar blob waving you down, you actually recognized this guy. Him and his brilliant shock of red hair that you wouldn’t be able to miss from a mile away.

Lo – it was fork dude.

Or, well, Prince Rielle Tidal of Atlantica. But whatever. Man had pushed a utensil into your hands and told you to brush your hair with it. There was no coming back from that.

Your sun-kissed savior swerved through the line to greet you, nearly bowling you over in his enthusiasm. His RSA uniform was a blotch of bleached brightness against the sea of Night Raven’s black ensemble. Normally your rival academics seemed to travel in packs—safety in numbers and all that. But Rielle was weaving through the mass of grumpy NRC faces like he was perfectly at home.

“I decided to pop by to see Azul and his business—because, you know, he was always so smart and pragmatic so I knew it’d probably be really cool and whatever—but wow! It’s really you!”

“It’s really me,” you repeated, fighting to keep the chirp in your customer service voice. “So, would you like a table or—"

“Wait a second—Azul has you working during the festival?!” Rielle gawked, as if he was just realizing that he had stepped into a place a of business, and that you were wearing the uniform of said establishment. “That’s so cruel!”

Yes. Yes it was. But Azul was nothing if not cruel. And if this guy actually knew anything about him at all, he should be perfectly aware of that.

“Someone has to do it,” you shrugged. “Anyways, can I get you something to—”

“Wah, look at this! Shrimpy’s slackin’ on the job!”

Maybe you could put your head through the wall. That would probably be less painful.

Floyd, Jade, and Azul materialized behind you seemingly out of thin air. The terrible trio greeted your dour frown with varying degrees of spiteful glee. And… something else? There was a sort of tension about them that didn’t mesh with their usual haughtiness. It had cropped up for the first time a few weeks ago—that day at the beach. And subsequently the hours after when Jade had pulled Azul into his office to whisper all kinds of nonsense that was apparently ‘too delicate’ for you and whatever tolerance you’d built for these sociopaths.

“Actually, it’s my fault!” Rielle blurted, stepping smoothly in front of you with all the chivalry of a knight. You wanted to warn him that dipping into Floyd’s bite radius was a terrible idea, but at the same time, you were tired, and hungry, and very curious to see how this would all play out. “And I was just wondering—well… I—I mean…”

The young Prince was starting to splutter, his cheeks burning that same, hot, pink that they had all those weeks ago at the beach. He took a moment to clear his throat, compose himself, and then grasped your hands with both of his very neatly manicured ones.

You thought you heard someone gasp. Like in a period novel.

“I actually heard that you were at Night Raven too! And I’ve been looking all over for you! So—I—Would you—” More throat clearing. Floyd’s teeth were grinding together so loudly it almost sounded like a buzzsaw. “Do you want to get something to eat with me?”

There was a deafening crack and you watched as Jade nearly put Floyd through the floor in an attempt to keep him from lurching forward. You observed the scene before you with pleasant sort of surprise as the trio across from you erupted. Or, well, Floyd had erupted. Jade just had that perfectly polite smile on his mouth that let you know he was planning someone’s murder. And Azul looked like he’d just taken physical damage.

Huh. Interesting.

Then again, you’d known they were a proprietary bunch. And you also knew that you were the favorite chew toy around these parts. No one else was sturdy enough for the role, apparently.

“Oi, Princey,” Floyd snarled from behind Jade’s gloved fingers. “What do you think you’re—"

“I—” you interrupted, stepping between the rabid Merfolk and the would-be-mincemeat. “—would love to.”

Silence.

“…What?” Azul squawked.

“I’m due for my break anyways,” you shrugged, enjoying the horrible little surge of satisfaction warming your gut. Take that, you obnoxious fucks. You weren’t sure why Rielle and his crimson-monstrosity of a hairdo had set the three of them off so terribly, but you’d been on your feet for hours now. And missing all the food stalls, and your other friends, and you were going to take this petty revenge where you could.

You turned to Rielle with a polite little smile that you hoped looked more demure than scheming, and his eyes sparkled.

“You don’t mind eating here, do you?” you asked before shooting Azul an award-winning grin. “I’m sure having a Prince dining in would be great advertisement.”

“But of course,” he grit out. “Who would I be to turn down such a ringing endorsement.”

Rielle tossed an amiable arm across your shoulders and laughed that tinkling, church-bell, laugh of his. Floyd’s lip twitched and Azul snagged his arm quicker than a snake could strike. The snarling behemoth was promptly dragged off into the depths of the Lounge—Azul muttering something frantically under his breath that you couldn’t make out. He looked hunched, panicked. And whatever he was saying must have been serious enough to snag Floyd’s fickle attentions, because the too-tall henchman stayed firmly at his boss’s side. The pair of them vanished into the kitchens, the door slamming behind them.

“Just this way then, if you’d please,” Jade beamed, positively glacial.

“This’ll be great!” the Prince preened, keeping a loose grip on you as you both trailed a very stiff Eel through the front parlor. “I get to see all of Azul’s awesome accomplishments and have lunch with you at the same time!”

“The Mostro Lounge is a lovely place to dine,” you chirped, repeating your familiar, scripted, server prompts from memory. “There’s something for everyone.”

“Is that so?” Rielle hummed, as if in deep thought. “That’s very considerate of them.”

Plenty of people at this school liked to insult your intelligence, and you in turn liked to remind certain someones (Ace. Sebek.) that it was best not to throw stones in glass houses. But this was—you may have really found an actual, factual, ditz. Was this how Azul felt all the time? Looking down at you mere mortals with his superior IQ and cunning? Listening to Rielle’s innocent rambling made you feel like Einstein. It was… sort of nice.

My God, you were going to have be responsible for him, weren’t you? Is that was parenthood felt like?

Jade led you to a quiet booth in the back—the one with a direct line of sight to both the kitchens and Azul’s office. The one reserved for problem customers. You folded yourself neatly onto the cushioned bench and Rielle followed, sitting at your side rather than across the table. Something in Jade’s jaw twitched.

“What do you recommend?” Rielle asked you cheerfully, practically radiating enthusiasm. “I’m sure everything is fantastic!”

“Hmm… How about the Mixed Seafood Platter to start I think,” you grinned, turning your polite beam back on your unfortunate server. “With the Unagi, please.”

Beneath all that bubbling irritation, something in those bi-colored eyes gleamed with the barest hint of respect.

“But of course. If you’ll excuse me.”

Once Jade had retreated, Rielle relaxed back into his seat with a theatrical sigh. He brushed his neat swoop of hair off his forehead, like he was wiping away sweat from a workout.

“Phewf! Not that Azul’s friends aren’t nice and all, but they always give me a bit of the heebie-jeebies.”

That was the kindest word for ‘intense murderous aura’ that you’d ever heard.

“A bit, yeah,” you agreed easily enough. “So how do you know Azul?”

“Oh!” he perked right back up. “We were classmates! When we were younger. He was always really quiet, but also really smart! Is he still like that? Quiet—I mean. Reserved.”

A memory struck you then—of standing at Azul’s side in the lobby of the Atlantica Memorial Museum. You remembered his hesitant determination as he replaced his old class photo on the wall. The picture of a tiny, rounder, Azul standing off to the side—hunched, grey, and miserable amidst a sea of laughing faces. You couldn’t remember if there had been a brilliant slash of red mixed in there anywhere. You hadn’t even bothered to check. Because why would you have even deigned to look at the faces of a group of bullies?

Something soured in your gut.

“I wouldn’t say that, no,” your smile sharpening a bit at the edges. “He’s actually very talkative. It’s hard to get him to shut up most of the time.”

“Really?” Rielle gaped. “Wow! That’s awesome!”

Jade slithered by to drop off your appetizers, and if he noticed the slight drop in your mood he didn’t mention it. He was in and out in a flash. You could just see the whisps of his teal hair disappearing back into Azul’s office.

“Enough about Azul though,” Rielle waved off, reaching for the platter. “Tell me about you!”

“Me?” you echoed, bland. “But isn’t Azul your old friend?”

The Prince waved you off once more, cheeks pinkening all over again. “I can talk to him whenever. I’d much rather hear about you! You’re—You’re interesting!”

Now, that was probably a genuine compliment. You doubted Rielle actually meant to slight your friend companion boss by implying that the most ambitious, intelligent, cunning, and well-dressed merman on campus wasn’t interesting enough to converse about—that all of Azul’s efforts to bring himself out of the shadows and onto center stage were still wanting. But that bitter thing in your stomach was raring for a fight.

So you ruffled around in your uniform pocket and pulled out the little notebook you used to tally orders. You shot Rielle the brightest, sweetest, smile you could and watched his stupidly pretty face light up redder than his hair.

“Actually,” you giggled—giggled. Like a freak. “I’d love to hear about you.”

.

.

.

“He’s going to say something!—”

“What doesn’t Shrimpy already know, huh?” Floyd griped. “And I mean, didn’t you steal Ramshackle? You really think bubble-butt out there can do anything to make the Prefect hate you?”

Azul paced. And paced. And paced.

“It’s not about hating me,” he hissed, fighting the urge to wring his hands. “It’s about realizing there are better options out there, and—”

“Bubble-butt is a better option?!” Floyd cackled.

“Stop interrupting me!”

“Then stop whining,” the eel droned, flopping his head back against the couch. “You shoulda just let me squeeze ‘em.”

“We do not need to spark an international incident in my restaurant,” Azul repeated. Though it sounded less like he was trying to convince Floyd than himself.  “Rielle Tidal is a Prince—”

“—a shitty, turd, leftover, Prince—”

“—who we must treat,” Azul grit out, “as such.”

There was a firm rap against the door and Jade slipped inside. Azul had to fight the reflex to pounce on him immediately. Instead he took a moment to pause and straighten his suit jacket. His fingers were shaking and he was sure that Jade would have seen, but thankfully there seemed to be a single shred of mercy left in his Vice-Warden’s cold, withered, heart, and the trembling limbs were not mentioned.

Jade cleared his throat and Azul leaned forward, anxious.

“I think you may be overthinking things,” he said, calm as a cucumber, and Azul wanted to scream.

“It’s not paranoia, it’s being prepared,” he snipped. A pause. “But why do you say that? What happened? Did something happen?”

Jade smiled that placid smile of his. “No.”

“No?” Azul repeated, flabbergasted.

“No,” Jade shrugged.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Floyd piped in.

Azul was just about to turn and remind his wonderful subordinate just how terrible he could make his existence when there was another knock at the door—lighter than Jade’s but just as familiar. Not a moment later, your head popped through the crack and you peaked inside wearily.

Azul hastily cleared his throat and Jade’s grin turned smug.

“Pr-Prefect! Can I help you with something?”

Floyd snickered under his breath and Azul mentally added another three hours onto the bastard’s nightly dish duties.

You stepped inside and tossed a tiny notebook down onto his desk.

“Here,” you said, with a grumpy sort of frown on your face. “All of Prince Rielle of Atlantica’s stupid wants, hopes, and dreams. You better be able to put this to good use you stupid mafioso wannabe, because I’ve been listening to this guy ramble on about himself for ages now, and I’d rather get drowned by Jade and Floyd again.”

You turned without another word and slammed the door behind you.

Azul gaped wordlessly at the pile of tiny pages splattered across his desk, and the familiar curl of your handwriting filling each and every one of them.

“Oh,” he breathed.

“Oh indeed,” Jade grinned.

[whats-it-mean]

🦐 anon here.

I want you to write me a fanfic. I have (not) read the rules and hope that this falls under (alright) decent guidelines

request below:

t w e e l s (+ Azul)

give them s n u g g l e s

Like not even individually. Just a pile of people. Like you, Jade is probably there rubbing your head, Azul is huddled up in your lap, Floyd is probably in some inhumane position.

Fuck, throw Ace in there too. Why not.

GROUP HUG ☆

Floyd Leech, Jade Leech, Azul Ashengrotto, and Ace Trapolla x Reader

A/N - Interesting character pairing but I LOVE IT. fucking love ace and floyd together bc they would fight like siblings. change my mind i dare you

C/W - Cussing (on Ace’s part)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You weren’t exactly sure what brought you here, but you couldn’t exactly complain about your current situation. It was just… weird.

“…..How have I not fired you yet.” Azul hissed, and despite not being able to see him very clearly from where you were, you could imagine his face, covered with a stubborn flush and scowling.

Floyd giggled, a raspy sound that you could practically feel as it run through the air. “This ain’t so bad! Right, Crabby?”

Ace just sighed, exhaustion seeping into his voice, and you could only imagine the headache he must have by now.

“I’d agree with Floyd,” Jade chimed in. “I quite like our current situation, Azul. And the prefect doesn’t seem to mind either.”

“It’s not.. bad..?”

You weren’t lying- It wasn’t like you were opposed to the current situation. You’d been chatting idly with Jade and Azul in their reserved booth inside the lounge, when a certain Floyd Leech came running at you, dragging Ace with him, which had somehow led you to where you were now.

You were laying in the booth up against Ace’s chest, Jade next to you playing with strands of your hair absentmindedly. Azul was cuddled up in your lap, undoubtedly enjoying it much more than he’d like to admit, and Floyd was sprawled out next to you in a position that was difficult to describe, in perfect Floyd fashion.

“C’mon, Azul! This ain’t bad at all!”

There was an annoyed grumble from your lap, and you found yourself struggling to resist a sudden urge to pet him. “…It’s fine.” He huffed, voice quiet and face flushed from what you could tell.

Jade giggled, and glanced up behind you to where Ace lay. “You’re quiet. Don’t tell me you’re opposed to all this?”

“No,” He quipped, a certainly annoyed edge to his voice. “I’m ‘opposed’ to the fact that Floyd fucking pulled me over here by the shirt collar.”

Floyd laughed again, and you could feel the noise resounding off of you. “You’re fine, Crabby.”

“Am not! It’s a wonder you haven’t killed me by now- you know I’m not a basketball, right!?”

Floyd tilted his head in an almost confused manner, and now it was your turn to burst out with laughter.

There was a rustling near you, and you glanced to your side to find Jade offering his blazer to you. 

“It’s been a long day everyone, and the lounge is closed for now- Let’s all indulge in a little nap, yes?”

Ace let out another sigh, although this time much more content. “Fuck yeah it’s been a long day. I don’t care if y’all stay up, i’m sleeping whether or not you guys like it.”

Azul mumbled something of an agreement, voice still shy, although his blush was beginning to subside. You glanced to your other side again, and Floyd was already asleep by some miracle.

“Does he usually—“

“Every single night.” Jade said, one of his rarely more sincere smiles on his face. It wasn’t long until soft snores came from Ace, and Jade’s hand slowed it’s movements through your hair. It wasn’t long until you found yourself drifting off too, and once you had, it was the best sleep of your life.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── End

[demonichikikomori]

Epic! May I please request the octotrio as house spouses with a gn!reader? Like domestic fluff lol

Mansplain, Manipulate... Malewife?!

Azul Ashengrotto x GN!Reader

Jade Leech x GN!Reader

Floyd Leech x GN!Reader

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul Ashengrotto was the type to initiate, to pursue, to lead. But now after graduating from Night Raven College years later, here he was...

Folding up today's laundry in his lavender colored pajamas. Seated comfortably on the couch with the TV playing some reality show he had grown interested in over the past month.

He pushed his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose with a sigh. When the two of you got married, he expected the roles to be reversed. Having you walking around in an apron, your pajamas, and slippers. You would be cooking, cleaning, spending your days in comfort and leisure as he brought home gifts for your hard work alone at home... But here he was.

Azul Ashengrotto didn't hate the turn of events.

Folding your clothes neatly as he watched TV, preparing your favorite dishes, cleaning and maintaining your cozy shared space. His reward was your happy expression when you returned from a long shift of work. He wouldn't admit that when you came home with a gift it made his heart flutter. You were so thoughtful. Even after working so hard, he was on your mind. "Maybe that's what happens after eight years of marriage?" He muttered as his eyes glanced up in thought, setting aside a neat stack of your clothes into the laundry basket.

He listened to the familiar jingle of your keys in the doors lock, causing Azul to straighten up in surprise. You were home from work early? He moved to stand with arms crossed over his waist. As you entered your shared space, he smiled mischievously, adjusting his glasses with his other hand. "Home early? Why is that? Could you not stand the part of us separated any longer?" The corners of his mouth tugged into an even bigger smile. "That's to be expected with how hard I've been working while you've been out. Now, hurry and come in. I'll get the bath ready."

Jade Leech

Jade eyed over the burned pan filled with what once was veggie stir fry. It had been reduced to nothing but ash and blackened stone. The smell was growing unbearable as Jade threw open a window and grabbed the disaster from the heated stove top. His expression was melancholic due to the fact he lost a few of his prized mushrooms to the disaster and dinner was ruined moments before you were due to return. Jade wasn't sure how this had happened. He had stepped away only for a second to get the bath ready for when you came back home. Was he really that deep in thought? It felt as if only seconds had passed as he kneeled at the edge of the tub to run the warm water.

Maybe it had been quite some time since he's visited the sea. He dreamed of the ocean when it was warm enough to swim through with Floyd as he rolled up his sleeves to dangle his hand into the water. He's usually in your shared home attending to the household matters while you were away with work. Perhaps it was loneliness leading him to stare off into the foamy bubbles of the bath, dreaming of one day showing you the wonders of the blue seas. He reminisced the days of when the two of you attended Night Raven College when he first felt the bloom of fascination he had not once felt before that day. The strange being from another world, how you fascinated him still even years later. He had you all to himself. Your hand in marriage, but still...

He was alone in the house you shared.

The jingle of keys alerted him into action. He would have to quickly prepare something else for dinner and apologize for the wait as you soaked in the bath. He left the pan in the sink with the silent promise to return. Jade watched you enter the home with a smile on your face and a greeting he never knew how badly he longed to hear. Like a puppet on strings he was drawn to you, long arms wrapping around you as he silently breathed in your scent. "Welcome home..." He whispered, melting against you as you reciprocated the contact.

Floyd Leech

(Suggestive Content!)

"Ahhhhh... I'm bored." Floyd scowled as he stared down at the oven with a scowl. The food still wasn't finished and you would be home in about twenty minutes. "Shrimpy... Maybe I should get pizza? I haven't done Shrimpy's clothes yet either." He murmured, and moved to sit on the floor. He had only cleaned up the bedroom you shared, making the bed, tidying up the bathroom, Floyd even scrubbed all the windows! But that was all he found himself doing that would be labeled productive. He had fallen victim to another 'mood' as everyone around him called it. He walked around your shared space, admiring the way you both had worked to make it cozy and comfortable. Picture frames, matching shoes, the toothbrushes in the same cup Floyd would cheekily nudge together so the bristles would touch. It was if they were kissing.

All for just the two of you.

How time flew while he was having fun savoring the memories you made together. From the fateful day he dubbed you his precious 'Shrimpy' up until the day he silently pushed a ring onto your finger in the darkness of your shared room, hair and skin dripping wet from the fresh shower the two of you shared. You had joked about how nonchalant Floyd was over the big change in relationship status, but he only shrugged and smiled. It was better to do things as you always have. Now it was just official that you were a pair. He didn't react as you came into the shared space from work, only calling out a flat 'welcome home' from his spot in the kitchen. "Food ain't done. Sorry." He apologized, refusing to meet your gaze as you entered the kitchen. He felt unusually guilty. "I haven't started a bath either..." He trailed off as you placed a hand on his head, combing gently through teal colored locks. "Hmm? Petting me even though I didn't finish my chores? You're so nice Shrimpy." He cooed and slowly rose to his feet. "It won't take much longer for dinner. Let me apologize with a shower." He laughed as his sharp teeth appeared on display. "Why the confused face? Isn't it obvious?" Floyd tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head as he reached for your work clothes.

"Let's shower together, just like the day we got married."

Tagged Accounts: @spiritanimals64-blog @fortunatelyburningaphrodisiac @subpuppymikey

[heyhellohihowareyou]

The fuck you brothers but digital!!!

I’m getting in the hang of Ibis paint now^^

Original doodle:

[gothy-froggy]

Just Imagine:

After collage you and your lover, Azul are living together. While looking through boxes of old stuff, you stumble upon Azul's old mummy Halloween costume. And you notice the harness garters...might as well put them to use

Warning: suggestive, the tweels breaking in

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“Azul, hun, come look at this!” They called out to their loved one. Azul climbed up into the attic and glanced at his lover. They were crouched near piles of boxes. Azul wanted to get rid of the boxes as he saw them as unneeded items. But, they insisted on keeping them. His pretty pearl always said that they’ll find memorable things together within the boxes. The time finally made it way into their lives.

Azul joined them.

“What is it, dear?” He looked down at their hands and saw his old Halloween costume when they were in Night Raven Collage. His old mummy one.

“Remember that Halloween? It was so strange.” How could he forget? He left out a soft huff of amusement.

“How could I forget? It was quite a long day..” Azul glanced back at the costume.

“I didn’t know we still had it.” He mumbled. He watched them fold it back in their hands towards their chest.

“Azul will you put it on?” He paused. They want him to put it on? It’s far from Halloween. He doubts it’ll fit anyways. But he couldn’t say no to them.

“It’s been a while since I last wore it, dear. I don’t think-”

“Please?”

Few moments later, he was in it. To his surprise it still fits him. They placed the hat on his head and adjusted the outfit.

“Still look so handsome in it.” They whispered. Somehow his love still manages to make his heart race. The way their fingers danced around his chest. They tugged on the harness garter close to them. His human legs felt weak.

“I think this costume can be used again.” They kissed his jawline. His face was hot, already turning red.

“Dear, Jade and Floyd are on their way..In fact they most likely let themselves in already-”

“Then hopefully it’s a lesson for them to be patient.” They shed the jacket off of him.

“We’re wasting too much time. Let’s put this to use, yes?”

Azul loves them so much. They’re truly a blessing.

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Please someone make something out of this 🙏

[goodpupsinc]

Pre-emptive Tweels for the poll

I saw they were winning and I had an idea in mind already so

Little guys

Bonus picture under the cut

F: Aw poor goldfish kehehe~

J: I think you're in no postion to be patronizing towards anyone right now!

[twsthc]

octavinelle fashion headcanons 🐚🪸

⚠️ warnings: brief mention of body insecurity

last updated: feb 29, 2024

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FLOYD LEECH 🦈 🛈 "colorful messy closet"

he doesn't go for what "looks good," he just likes having fun with his outfits in ways he wouldn't be able to underwater

definitely has some style preferences though

u will find him at thrift stores buying beat-up food and sweat-stained shirts

platform shoes because why not make him even taller

AZUL ASHENGROTTO 🐙 🛈 "formal casual alt" / "acubi fashion"

even without the uniform he dresses snazzy

tries to wear longer sleeves/layer so he can hide his body :(

for sure gets his style from magazines

@/funkyfitz core

JADE LEECH 🐬 🛈 "yama girl" + "mori kei"

cottagecore jp substyles yippee

mori kei for the aesthetic, yama girl for actual practicality

doesn't mind if he's seen as feminine

this is actually a topic on my mind a lot so i'll get more into it here! as jade is a hiker, it's unrealistic to expect he wouldn't be dressing like one. i think the mori kei style embodies that dirty mushroom boy aesthetic in a nutshell, but its sister style, yama girl (or yama kei), is better for actual hiking! this idea was stolen from inspired by @//perlenpfeiI on twitter

Update: After watching Floyd's birthday personal story I realize he would NOT be wearing grunge fashion.

Update: I now have THREE fashion headcanons for Jade. See here :3

[kjadexart]

Tweels Birthday art °.•*☆

Jade's got some snazzy shoes. I only saw his and floyds sprites but both of their shoes look pretty nice

Also I really really want the union birthday jackets after drawing octavinelles, like they are sooo CUTE! ☆.☆

It could also just be because I love varsity jackets though...

[neoninky]

One twin greeted me for my birthday this morning…

And the other came home just in time ;w; 💜💜💜

Jaaaaiiiiidoooo still salty I didn’t get Hallow-Jade yet again but this will do 😂

[b-floyd-o-leech-b]

Tweels.

[twistedoverbloat]

Anger difference of the Tweels.

Yeah it's scary when Floyd gets angry because he makes it know to everyone.

But when JADE is the one throwing shit and FLOYD has to act like the responsible one you know you fucked up.

No bc imagine how scary it is when Jade starts to throw things around and act like Floyd but worse?

Like Jade is the silent angry that he gets even not like Floyd that gets you right there.

But when JADE snaps and starts to fight and even Floyd is worried he can't get to him fast enough? That is more scary.

No bc I want to see a story or a scene where Jade sees Floyd hurt and goes apeshit on everyone. The Tweels have always been close, they would kill for eachother bc they had eachother since they were born.

So I think seeing Floyd like near DEATH or Azul that's when he flips his fuckin script. And honestly that's more scary then Floyd being angry.

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Heroes vs. Villains : Octavinelle

Gender Neutral Reader x Octavinelle vs. Rielle Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Woe to the Ramshackle Prefect, being caught up in the drama between the Disney Villains and their respective heroes. Octavinelle Version. ie. The Tweels' idea of fun is torture and an unsuspecting, red-headed, hero steps in to save the day

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You were floating contentedly on a soft, yellow, raft. Enjoying the sun on your face and the gentle lap of the waves against your toes.

And then you were not.

And who was to blame for your sudden descent into the swirling, shadowed, riptides of the bay? Well, a pair of sharp smiles popping in and out of your water-logged vision was proof enough. Go swimming with Jade and Floyd, Azul had said. They’ll genuinely appreciate it, he’d said.

And what if they kill me? You’d said. Eat me? Drown me? Fill my swimsuit with sand and rocks, and then leave me at the bottom of the ocean?

Oh, they like you too much for that, he’d huffed, something sour and resigned twisting at his mouth. They may just… play with you a bit.

CLUNK CLUNK went the first of many stones as Floyd unloaded his mucky haul over your flailing shoulders. You could see the bubbles of his laughter swirling through the water, soon joined by the more subtle froth of Jade’s chuckles.

You were half-way through planning the best sermon to mortify Azul at your funeral when a strong pair of decidedly-not-eel-like arms wrapped around your torso and hauled you back to the surface.

“Are you alright?!” A pause as you hacked up a bucket’s worth of salt water all over your savior’s shoulders. “Well, clearly you’re not okay—but let’s just—I mean—I’ll take you back to shore!”

And so, you were returned to the warm, sandy, beach curtesy of a kind, sun kissed, stranger with a surprisingly good backstroke.

Once you had your feet properly back on the ground and had vomited mouthful after mouthful of murky water from your gut, you finally had a chance to observe your hero in all his glory.

He looked about your age, but there was a self-assuredness to him that would normally either speak of many years lived or many years catered to. Judging by his goofy but sugar-sweet smile and the swim trunks embroidered with what looked like actual gold threading, you were going to guess it was the latter. His eyes were as blue as the water he’d pulled you from, and lit with a mischievousness that was placid enough not to set your hackles on edge. The swoop of red hair atop his head was shockingly bright (and shockingly well styled, considering he’d also been submerged in that sticky seawater just moments before). Not even Ace’s awful mess of a hairdo could have prepared you for the blinding crimson locks curling softly against the breeze.

“Thanks,” you managed to wheeze out, hands on your knees and practically doubled over entirely. God, you were going to murder those stupid twins. Or at least dump all of Jade’s mushrooms down the toilet. And maybe get Grim to piss on Floyd’s basketball shoes if he wasn’t too much of a coward.

“Of course,” he smiled, gentle in the way that one may approach a spooked animal. Frankly it was a bit insulting, but perhaps it was just that having lived so long amidst your beloved, heathenish, classmates, politeness of any kind came across as suspect. “Do you need me to get the healer? Or—excuse me—the doctor? Yes?”

“I don’t think I’m that dead yet,” you mumbled and gave yourself a whack on the chest for good measure. “But I guess only time will tell, huh?”

Your savior looked properly startled, and you had to remind yourself once again that normal people did not laugh off horrific brushes with mortality. Normal people showed empathy, and compassion, and wouldn’t have dragged you to the bottom of the goddamn lagoon in the first place.

Sunshine-Boy shook himself out of whatever funk had swept through his brain quickly enough, and he stepped towards you with another one of those insanely luminescent smiles.

“Well, despite the unfortunate circumstances, it is my very great pleasure to meet you. My name is Rielle Tidal!” he beamed, and swooped into an odd sort of half-bow.  It looked very much like someone who’d only ever vaguely heard about the concept of a curtsy, and was trying to pull one for themselves. His lips quirked into a grin that was so wide and white it was practically seared into your retinas. “Youngest Prince of Atlantica.”

You just nodded, hoping it looked polite and not put-upon. At this point, you’d had more than enough of second princes, and crowned-princes, and so-rich-they-might-as-well-be-princes. Youngest princes probably wouldn’t be much better.  

“A pleasure,” you huffed and spat a sea-soaked wad of hair from your mouth.

Rielle’s inhumanely radiant smile dimmed under your lack of enthusiasm and he tried again, shoving his hand back out for you to shake. You did, if only because his dejected expression made you feel like he’d caught you kicking puppies or something. You managed to gurgle your name out past your salt-slick tongue and the burning in your lungs. He repeated it slowly, carefully, like he was memorizing the way it felt in his mouth.

“Well then! Are you feeling a little better now?” he asked, genuine worry swimming in his blue eyes.

“I don’t think I’m drowning anymore,” you sighed, and gave one, last, proper, hack for good measure.

“That’s good at least!” he laughed. It was such a strange laugh—not in a bad way. Just… weirdly perfect. Tinkling like bells and so warm it nearly wiped away the heavy chill that had seeped into your limbs. The most perfectly-perfect laugh that you had ever head. The kind of sound that poets could write endlessly about. After spending months with people whose giggles sounded like the rumbling of chainsaws or the underscore of a horror movie, hearing something so lovely and normal was… unsettling.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the tops of two very familiar heads crest above the waves.

You fought the very strong urge to stick your tongue out and flip them the bird.

Rielle noticed your change in focus and his sapphire eyes tracked out to the pair of twins bobbing up and down menacingly in the water.

“Are those your friends?” he asked.

“’‘Friends’ is a strong word,” you grit out.

“Is it?” he gaped. “Oh no! I’ve been using it all the time! Do you think I’ve been upsetting people?!”

You had to physically clap your jaw closed. Was this a real person? Actually? Could a creature so pure and bubbly actually exist in the same universe where someone like Azul could charge upwards of fifteen thaumarks for a single drink?

“I’m… sure you’re fine,” you placated.

Immediately he brightened. “Oh! That’s good! So can we be friends then?”

“You want to be friends. With me?” you deadpanned, shocked.

His cheeks bloomed a lovely shade of pink that somehow managed to not clash horrendously with his bottle-red hair.

“W-Well, maybe we could—”

“Awww~” came a horribly shrill, familiar, drawl. “Did Shrimpy make a new friend, hmm?”

“Now, Prefect,” followed an even worse voice. The one that had lulled you in once-upon-a-time with its deceptive politeness and professionalism. “You of all people should know how unfair it would be to attempt expanding your social circle further. What with all your commitments.”

“Who’s gonna’ scrub dishes with me, Shrimpy?” Floyd whined, draping himself over one shoulder. “Or make sure I get to basketball practice on time?”

“And what ever would we do without the Lounge’s most beloved executive assistant?” Jade hummed, pressing himself into the other.

“Suffer,” you spat, and Jade’s pointed smirk curled into a grin so sharp that you were a bit worried you were about to lose a chunk of your arm.

“Aw, see?” Floyd cried, tugging your closer to his soaking chest. “You don’t wanna’ be friends with this lil’ Shrimp, Princey. It’s mean.”

You fought the urge to bite his fingers. Prince Rielle was taking in the entire situation with a look of abject horror. And also… recognition? You could see his blue eyes narrow, as if in deep thought. And he was looking over Floyd and Jade’s ugly, snarling, mugs like if he squinted hard enough, maybe he could figure out just what exactly these two demon spawn were meant to be.

“Anways!” Jade smiled. “We ought to be going.”

“But you’re still soaked!” Rielle objected, turning back to you with a furrowed brow. “And you almost just drowned!”

“Ah. Did you?” Jade hummed, arching a brow at you. You stomped on his foot. He didn’t react.

“At least take this,” Rielle offered, rifling around in one of the discarded tote bags in the sand to produce a giant, fluffy towel. “And, uhm, maybe this too.” He pressed something small and silver into your hands. “To help brush your hair out, at least.”

“This is a fork,” you frowned.

“It’s a dinglehopper,” he corrected, looking horribly confused. And you decided to take back all the nice things you’d been thinking about him earlier.

“Well, thank you then. I think,” you huffed, accepting the ‘dinglehopper’ with as much grace as you could.

“I’ll be seeing you!” Rielle chirped, as Jade took one arm and Floyd took the other—bodily hauling you in the other direction.

“No, I don’t think you will,” Jade beamed, looking positively venomous.

[gay-salt-amber]

Headcanons based off the whole Azul's mum marrying Mr Leech?

Azul: istg imma bash my head on my desk-

Floyd teases azul abt this 24/7

Jades excited cuz he rlly likes weddings

If the ashengrottos mob ties weren't strong before, they are now

The idea of the tweels and azul living in the same house with their parents is funny to me

[demonichikikomori]

Cake Flavored Shrimp

Jade Leech x Fem!Reader x Floyd Leech

Word Count [Ao3]: 3.9k+ Word Count Tumblr: 2.7k+

Art by roku_ on Danbooru

Haaaaappy birthday dear Jade and Floooooooyd... H... Happy late birthday... PLEASE DON'T PUNISH ME!! Just kidding!~! Hehe, I finished this a little late. But, please enjoy the fish men doing their fish man thing. Ao3 Link is Right Here!

SUMMARY:

Your job was to do the Birthday Boy interview for the Tweels as you have done it for many students in the past. So why does it feel so different? As you sat sandwiched between them to ask questions; You started to wonder if you would be able to finish your interview in one piece.

Tags: The D in Devil stands for Dubious/Inappropriate usage of a tie/'Good Girl'/Choking/Jade and Floyd are mean

It was surrounded by colorful wrapping paper, torn and wrinkled from their already opened gifts. One was a small terrarium glass Jade must have received, a luxurious looking shoebox pushed off to the side, and in the center of the table was a much smaller cake than the one in the Mostro Lounge. Two tiers tall with a pair of eels on the top, smirking deviously from their nestled space in the lavender colored frosting and the ring of strawberries. Two pieces were cut out of it. A personal cake for them to share. 

“What a treat to have the Prefect visit us on our birthday. What more could a moray wish for?” Jade hummed with a smile, as Floyd looked away with a smirk. “Pants that cover my ankles.” He responded as Jade turned his face away to hide his smile. “Please Floyd, I was trying to be sincere.” Jade held back a soft laugh and gently elbowed his twin. “Now, what brings you here? Are you offering us birthday wishes? Perhaps, the party in the lounge was too overwhelming?” Jade asked curiously, eyeing you up and down before his gaze settled on the notepad in your hands. His eyebrows creased, but his smile remained. “Surely you didn’t just come here for work related reasons?” That was exactly what you came here for. “Well, someone has to do your Birthday Boy interview. Well, I should say ‘Boys’ in your case.” You rocked on your heels with a small grin. You would love to stick around after, but you left Grim over by the snack table and you were sure he planned to cause trouble.

Jade’s eyes seemed to widen for a moment as Floyd smiled even wider. “Whaaaat? Really? I forgot the school did stuff like that. Okay, okay so you gotta interrogate us? What do we get after?” The long legged twin asked as you began to feel intimidated. Floyd was a difficult person to work with unlike Jade. You could hear the music playing from within the dorm getting louder as you pressed your back against the door. You wished you brought Grim with you for the interview, for now you were on your own. “Oh, I don’t think anything I could give you guys could compare to what you already have.” You dismissively waved your hand as Floyd began to pout. “No dice then Shrimpy.” He crossed his arms over his chest as Jade leaned over, whispering into Floyd’s ear with a smile. They were staring at you now.

“I’m a bitch whole daddy, but she calls me baby.” Floyd murmured along with the song playing softly on the overhead as Jade chuckled quietly. His knee nudged against Floyd’s as they eyed you up and down once more. You shuddered, swearing your eyes were playing tricks on you. It was as if they were looking at you like something to wash down their birthday cake. 

“I’m a bitch whole daddy, but she calls me baby.” Floyd murmured along with the song playing softly on the overhead as Jade chuckled quietly. His knee nudged against Floyd’s as they eyed you up and down once more. You shuddered, swearing your eyes were playing tricks on you. It was as if they were looking at you like something to wash down their birthday cake. 

You owed them some kind of gift after all.

It is their birthday and you are a guest at their party. But you didn’t exactly have anything to offer. You survived on your Crowley allowance fund. And trying to satisfy Floyd’s shoe taste and Jade’s irreplaceable terrariums… You weren’t exactly in the position to pull either out of your back pockets. “Why don’t you just sit with us for now. Please, we insist. Don’t we Floyd?” Jade asked with a slight turn of his head as the pair distanced themselves with soft chuckles filling the small V.I.P room. Enough space in between them to fit one little Shrimpy.

You looked back at the door before slowly creeping over to the couch. You felt even more anxious now. And all that was offered was a seat between them. You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling your mouth fill with cotton as you took the side Jade was seated on. His sharp eyes held a mischievous gaze as he relaxed into the couch, smiling innocently as you got closer. “S… Scuse me.” You whispered, turning so your back faced Jade in your attempt to shuffle past. You yelped as something yanked hard on your suspenders at the same time something swiped roughly at your ankles. You landed in Jade’s lap with a cry. Did Jade do that? There’s no way you could have imagined it, but Jade would never do something like that either. You felt his warm hands sliding over your exposed thighs, smoothing over your skin before they snaked up to rest on your hips. You hadn’t seen Jade’s bare hands this close before. Especially not groping at you. You wished you had time to admire his manicured nails as they dug into your clothed body. Jade’s grip was firm and you could hear Floyd snickering. Before you could apologize and squirm free, Jade had already spoken up. “Oh dear, were you always this clumsy? Maybe you’re exhausted from the party. Please, be a little more careful.” He cooed softly as you felt his teeth latch onto the back of your shirt collar. His nose nudged against the back of your neck as you nodded in understanding. “Sorry.” You murmured, although the situation had to be Jade’s fault. His teeth freed the fabric of your shirt as his thumbs rubbed delicate circles against your sides. “I forgive you.” His breath tickled over your now burning skin as you attempted to slip out of Jade’s lap.

You only ended up rolling your hips into the right handed twin. And the left handed one wasn’t too happy about that.

“Move already Shrimpy!” He snapped, grabbing you by your tie and yanking hard. Floyd would have strangled you had Jade continued to hold you in his lap. You let out a sound of distress as Floyd was now tugging and pulling at your limbs, leaving your neck sore from his rough yanking as you were practically tossed onto the suede couch. You were now seated between Jade and Floyd. The taller twin’s fist was still clenched around your tie as he glared at you, and you rubbed over your throat with a few coughs. “Making moves on Jade like I ain’t watchin’? Are you a pervert?” He growled and tugged on your tie again, yanking you into his side as his other hand squeezed your cheeks. His nails scraped into the sides of your face as your mouth was now hidden behind his palm. He was smiling again. “I guess pervert Shrimpy’s are okay. But don’t pay too much attention to Jade,” You wanted to bite Floyd. “I’m here too.” He laughed and shoved the back of your head roughly into the couch as one of Jade’s hands now relaxed on your thigh. His fingers tapped to the beat of the music playing as Floyd curled your tie around his fingers, looping it around each of his digits with a sharp-toothed smile. 

You didn’t want to do the interview any more.

You were uneasy as you looked between them. Noticing they were staring at you expectantly. Jade gave the flesh of your thigh a light squeeze. Right. As if they would let you get up and leave so easily. You shrunk into the couch and cleared your throat. “F… First question. Um,” You trailed off as Jade’s hand began to inch towards your inner thigh. “H… How are you feeling with everyone celebrating for you…” You asked softly as the hand trailed higher and higher towards the zipper of your shorts. You snapped your thighs together, squeezing around Jade’s hand. He turned his head so you couldn’t see his expression. You assumed he was pouting.  “I am deeply honored that everyone has come to celebrate for Floyd and me. However, while this might be unusual for me, I’m rather embarrassed with so many people wishing me a happy birthday.” Jade responded as Floyd reached over you to begin loosening your tie. Your eyes widened in alarm as you grabbed Floyd’s wrist, not realizing you had relaxed your thighs. “It’s loud and it’s tons of fun. We had parties back home, but none were ever this noisy.” Floyd answered your question as you choked back a whine. Jade’s fingers stroked over the cool zipper of your shorts, nudging against the sensitive bud hidden beneath two thin layers of clothing. “I like the ones here better, they’re not so formal.” Floyd’s voice became softer as he pulled your tie from around your neck. 

Your head was spinning. Four hands against your two. “Oh my… You didn’t catch any of that. Were you even listening?” Jade asked, his voice full of faux concern as he leaned in closer. “Are you going to finish your interview? Little Shrimp?” Jade asked, his forehead bumped against your temple as he kissed the sensitive skin along your ears. The pads of his fingers continued to gently stroke over your crotch as Floyd was now pulling at your shirt buttons with a giggle. You were losing your composure. Coming unraveled as easily as your tie was from skilled and maybe even experienced hands. Jade was now unzipping your shorts as Floyd’s pressed his cheek against yours, his nose bumped against your other ear. “Shrimpy, you still didn’t give us a gift y'know? I said nooooo dice since you came empty handed.” He whispered, pressing his body into yours as you felt his set of sharp teeth clamp down on your earlobe. Much rougher than Jade’s gentle kisses to the cartilage. 

“Askin’ me about shit I could care less about. Didn’t you come here because you wanted to see me?” He asked as the cool air began lapping over your now exposed chest. His hand slipped inside of the opened shirt to tug at the garment underneath. Floyd was smirking now. “Because you wanted to see us? I know you don’t care about this stupid interview. Quit fuckin’ with me.” His growl vibrated through your body all the way down to your core.

Your hips rutted into Jade’s gentle strokes as you weakly attempted to shut your thighs again. “Stop that.” Jade commanded quietly. The room was getting hotter as you tried to stop yourself from humping against the more composed twin’s fingers. You did honestly come to do your job. And now here you were, eyes watering as Floyd snatched up your skinny wrists with one hand, using your teal tie to wrap up your wrists with. “Wait-” You whimpered, swallowing down a gasp as Jade pulled his hand away. Now he was grabbing your suspenders to peel them off of your shoulders. “Wait for what?” Floyd asked with a hum as the tie was tied up into a neat bow. The twins stared you down as you were left speechless. “Wow Shrimpy, that's so thoughtful of you.” Floyd purred as his long fingers slipped into the side of your shorts, tugging at them with Jade as you squirmed in refusal. Jade was now smiling with his teeth on display, his eyes now half lidded. “I think this is the best gift we got all night. Right Jade?”

“Oh, I agree Floyd. None of the others we got are like this one. And personally handed to us by our dearest Prefect? What more could a moray ask for?” His words were sweet as you felt the air catch in your throat. 

“I don’t think-“

“Nah, usually you don’t.” Floyd giggled as your shorts were tugged down your thighs. “Coming here alone? Into a private room with two guys? No magic or anything? You’re either a dummy or a pervert. And I like how the second one still sounds.” Floyd teased as his slimy tongue rolled over the craters his nails left in your cheek. So you tried kicking your legs, hoping to strike him and Jade as you let out a soft scream. You writhed and squirmed, feeling their hands groping at you until Jade’s bare hand wrapped around your throat. You stopped moving instantly as your throat bobbed beneath his grip. Constricting and squeezing like a snake would suffocate its prey. “Please understand our intentions dear Prefect.” Jade purred as he was now pressing his knee into the couch, one leg planted on the floor as he looked down on you. Floyd slipped your shorts further down your legs while humming to himself. They were flung into a pile of unopened gifts as if you wouldn’t need to retrieve them afterwards. “Moray eels and cleaner shrimp have symbiotic relationships. As do the three of us.” He smiled as you stared at him with terrified eyes. You understood what he was saying. 

His cheeks were flushed with color as he leaned in closer, his nose was only millimeters away from yours. “Please, don’t look at me with fear. I’ll only get more excited… Little Shrimp.” He smiled as Floyd began pulling roughly at your panties next. You flashed a look at the busy handed twin and he was smiling back at you. A soft rip was heard and your blood ran cold. Before you could say anything, your attention was again stolen by Jade. “Focus.” He tutted as you looked at him with watery eyes. His half lidded gaze was burning into you hungrily. “You finish your interview, we get a gift from you. Understand?” He asked as you yelped and looked back down at Floyd. He had dug his teeth into the round flesh of your thigh, licking over a new set of craters. “Ah, she’s suuuuuper wet Jade. I think she really likes it. She really really does.” Floyd cooed as he kissed, licked, and sucked over the bite mark he left on your thigh. “We’ll make you feel just as good as we do. Then, we shall ship you out of here with your interview answers.” Jade assured as Floyd hooked an arm under your knee. He lifted your leg so your glistening cunt was now exposed. “Look! I toldja.” Floyd teased and began nipping at your leg. Kissing over each bite as if it was a form of apology. Jade’s spare hand rubbed over your suspended limb with a smile. “Just give me a yes. This won’t last too long.” Jade bumped his hips against your torso. You could feel how hard he was. This would all be over once you spoke.

“Okay, but… Please don’t hurt me.” You choked out breathlessly. Your face burning with embarrassment from your own submissive nature. The twins closed in on you, hands slipping between your thighs as Jade squeezed his fingers tighter around your throat. You let out a gargled sound, attempting to claw at his wrist with your bound hands. And he only flashed his sharp teeth in response to your futile attempts. “Such a good girl.”

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Introducing Eat Shit and Die! Aka:

THE FUCK YOU BROTHERS!!!!

[basuralindo]

Ghost Wedding spoilers but in case anyone's curious, this scene is probably The main foundation for my characterization choices in basically any exchange between the tweels, especially if a third party is involved: