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I already sent in a few requests but then you had to open up the househusband can of worms, huh? 😭 /lh /pos

General headcanons for Trey, Ruggie, Azul, and Jade as househusbands please? 👉️👈️ I'm so soft for these boys I know I'm gonna brainrot so hard for them if you do this already. Thank you in advance if you do this!

I’ve got a separate request for just Ruggie, so we will look at him deeper there.  For now, thanks for requesting.  Let’s all househusband brainrot together!

Trey is a pro at being a househusband.  Perhaps it is because he is oldest of all his siblings, but he just has a knack of knowing how to take care of others.  If you need someone to encourage you to go for that promotion at work, he is your guy.  Someone to cheer you up after a string of stormy days, he is your guy.  Really, all the little things he does just makes you grateful that he is your guy!

Baking is his superpower.  You fondly recall your first cooking experience with your husband, making a chestnut tart in the school’s kitchen.  Since then, you’ve had plenty of reasons to be thankful for your spouse’s amazing baking abilities.  Nothing cheers you up faster than one of the sweet treats your spouse serves you after a particularly long day.  Plus, like any superhero, he goes about in proper costume.  You know Trey has aprons that match each of his signature hats.   He really gets that domestic vibe when he rolls up his sleeves and dons that apron to work in the kitchen.

Date night?  No thank you.  With Trey, its all about date mornings.  Why morning?  That’s when you can go out and find the best produce.  You love accompanying your spouse to farmer’s markets to look for seasonal produce.  He gets so excited when he can share some facts with you about the fruit and veggies; like how to tell when things are ripe or some interesting ways they could be prepared.  If you have a few days to get away, you might even take a vacation to an area where there are interesting ingredients to be found.  He still talks fondly about your honeymoon to the Scalding Sands and the spices he brought back with him.  Maybe for your next anniversary…

You finish your dinner with a satisfied sigh, setting your fork down on the plate.  “Another marvelous creation, dear,” you say with a smile.  He gives you a bashful look and adjusts his glasses.  “I’m glad to hear you approve.”  He stands and comes to collect your plate and you just wave him away before picking it up and following him into the kitchen.  He gets a small grin on his face as he slides over to give you space at the sink.  He would never ask it of you, but you know how much he enjoys your company as you wash the dishes together.  He will wash and you can dry. 

After the dishes are done, you’ll both go get into your cozy clothes and head to the couch for movie night.  Your nightly tradition is to watch sappy, predictable romance movies.  It gives you background while you catch up on each other’s day.  “And so, I told Cater I was sure no one would notice,” Trey finishes his story as you both laugh about your old schoolmate’s antics.  You snuggle deeper into his embrace as you rub lazy circles on his forearm.  “So, then what happened?” you prompt.

When the movie is over, Trey places a kiss on the top of your head and asks if you are ready for bed.  “Hmm,” you hum in gentle agreement.  He helps you to your feet and you go off to brush your teeth before bed while Trey stays behind to turn off the TV and fold the blanket you had been using on the couch.  When he finally makes it to the bedroom, he asks if you remembered to brush thoroughly.  “Tops and bottoms?” he chides.  “Yes,” you reply.  “And floss?” he verifies.  “Of course,” you say.  “Did you choose the mint or cinnamon toothpaste?” he enquires.  You turn to him, “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”  He flashes his own perfect smile at you, “Well I guess I’m not that tired after all.”

If Azul is going to be a househusband, then he resolves to be the best househusband.  He reads magazines and does internet research on the standards of keeping an impressive home.  Soon your humble dwelling is looking like it belongs in a magazine.  If you tell him how impressive it is, he will act like it is no big deal but the pink along his cheeks says otherwise.

He manages the household budget like a pro.  He may no longer be the lounge manager he once was but that doesn’t mean he has lost his business savvy.  He negotiates with shop keepers like a frugal old woman, finding you discounts and deals everywhere.  If funds end up getting a little tight, he might even look for a small amount of side business.  He won’t let you find out (he wants you to feel like you are supporting this household!), but what you don’t know can’t hurt you.  Azul and Jade call it their “book club” and you don’t suspect a thing; you just think it’s great he is keeping in touch with old friends.

He is used to working alone but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get lonely.  Sometimes, Azul needs a boost to get him through the day.  Leave him cute notes to find as he does his chores.  It gives him something to look forward to as he goes about his schedule and reminds him that he is no longer alone.  If he is particularly touched by one of the messages you leave, you’ll know when you get home.  He will be even more enthusiastic with your welcome home greeting, reminding you that no one gives hugs like an octopus can.

When the power went off at your office, you decided to take the afternoon off.  Its not like there was a way to keep working, after all!  You smile as you think about the surprise your husband will have when you get home early.  When you arrive, you quietly open the door and tip-toe into the dining room.  You are shocked to find Azul quietly sobbing over a pile of feathers and a hot glue gun.  A home décor magazine is propped up for reference on whatever project he is attempting.  “Why is it so damned hard to glue feathers to this stupid piece of cardboard?” Azul laments to himself.  You think this is not the day to surprise your spouse after all and slowly slink back out the front door.

A few hours later, you message Azul not to make dinner; that you’ll be bringing something home.  You arrive home (for the second time) at your usual hour.  Azul opens the door for you and takes the bag of fried chicken you’ve brought with you.  He raises an eyebrow at you, “Did you have a bad day, dear?”  You look at him guiltily, “Ah, well…I just thought we could both use a treat now and again.”  He hums in agreement and leads you to the table. 

“What’s that?  Is it new?” you ask examining the feather bedecked centerpiece on the table.  “Oh, that little thing?” Azul says. “Its something I saw in a magazine.  Can you believe they wanted 100 madol for that?  I thought I’d make one myself for a quarter of that price.”  You try to keep a straight face as you say, “Well it certainly turned out nice.  I hope it didn’t give you too much trouble.”  Azul makes an expressive hand gesture as he shrugs, “Of course it didn’t.  I’m easily capable of this much and more.”  You slip an arm around him and give him a kiss on the cheek, “How lucky I am to have such a talented spouse.” 

Home sweet home is not exactly the sentiment you get when you walk into the house curated by Jade.  The décor is simple and modern but has almost a sterile feel to it.  There is one exception and that is plants.  Jade keeps a wide assortment of terrariums and house plants in every room of the house.  They bring life to what might otherwise be a dreary space.  Jade gives his plants names and lavishes attention on them, similar to how many people treat their pets.  Sometimes you get jealous of the plants but that only amuses Jade.  “Fufufu.  Don’t worry, darling.  Petunia isn’t half as striking as you.”

Jade has spent many years honing his sense of observation and attention to detail.  This allows him to run a most efficient household.  He is like your own personal butler, there to attend to your each and every need.  Sometimes, he will satisfy your needs before you even know what those are yourself.  You come home from a long day and notice there are new scented bath salts waiting by a steaming tub and let a warm smile cross your face.  He always knows just what you need.

While Jade is used to using his skills as a butler-type to perform an exceptional job, what he is not used to is being appreciated for it.  You make sure to find at least one small thing he has done for you each day and let him know how much it means to you.  He doesn’t outwardly show that your small thanks have impacted him but afterwards, he goes about his day with a slight spring in his step.  You also notice the things you praise him for get done a lot more frequently.  You think it is Jade asking for your attention, in his own way.

It started with a sneeze.  You’d never heard your spouse so much as sniffle before.  You assumed he had some mer thing that made him impervious to human sicknesses, like the common cold.  However, that one small sneeze would prove you wrong.  Before the day was out, Jade’s complexion had taken on a sallow tone and his checks were rouged with a feverish look.  “Hey sweetheart, are you feeling alright?” you asked him with concern.  He places his hand over his chest and gives you a slight bow as he says, “I assure you I am perfectly capable of continuing with my daily activities.  You needn’t worry about the quality of my work.” 

You sigh at your spouse’s comment.  “Jade, I’m not concerned about your work, I’m concerned about you!  Come here,” you say as you give him a come-hither motion.  When he arrives at your side, you place your hand on his forehead to feel his temperature.  It didn’t feel warm.  He smiles at you, amused at your action.  “Well, do I feel warm?”  You harrumph at him.  “No, but we both know you are cold-blooded, so that doesn’t mean a thing.”  His amused smile widens, an indication he is pleased you’ve realized your error.  “Regardless!  I know you Jade, and I know that you aren’t your usual self.  Take a rest.  If not for yourself, then for me.”

He looks at you, considering his options.  “Very well, dearest.  I suppose I can shuffle my tasks around enough to allow for a short rest.”  You pat yourself on the back for having successfully bargained with your sly spouse and hurry him off to bed.  So, he thinks he’ll be doing chores later; even though he is sick?  Not if you can help it!  With that, you roll up your sleeves and set to work on the household tasks.  Jade is a very organized househusband, keeping a list of tasks written in his neat script pinned to a corkboard in the kitchen.  You start with task four, tasks one through three having been already completed by Jade, which is doing some cooking prep work to get ready for tomorrow’s lunch. 

By the time you are at task six out of ten, you are fatigued.  How does Jade do this every day?  You have a small dish of ice cream to cheer yourself up before jumping back in.  There is no way you’ll allow your sick spouse to lift one more finger today.  Seven, eight, nine… you were nearly done.  You’ve acquired a lovely blister from using the broom and a renewed sense of appreciation for all Jade does.  The last task is folding the laundry, which you do with eyes drooping from exhaustion.  Then you grab the folded cloths and begin to stow them away in their respective places.  When you quietly open the door to your bedroom to put away some socks, the light from the hallway causes Jade to open his eyes. 

“My, my,” he says in a sleep addled voice, “how surprising.  I’ve slept until nightfall.”  You quickly tuck the socks in the drawer and go to join him, sitting on the edge of the bed.  “See, I told you that you needed rest.”  You run your hand over his forehead, gently pushing his signature lock of dark hair out of his eyes.  “You know, I’ve been doing your chores all day and I must say that I think you take on too much.  You should rest more, even if you aren’t sick.  I love the way you take care of me and our home but sometimes I wish you’d take more care of yourself too.” 

Jade’s eyes widen for a moment, as though you had startled him.  Then he smiles softly at you.  “How interesting you are.”  You tilt your head to the side, as though urging him to elaborate.  Instead, he chuckles softly, “Well, if all my chores are done, then I don’t see why I should get up at all.  I do believe I’ll stay here all night.”  You beam back at him, deciding in that moment that you were done too.  You push back the covers and climb into bed beside your spouse, cuddling up to his side.  “Is that a promise?”

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Jade Leech: After Hours

Hey everyone! So this piece is actually a collab with @twistedchatterbox and they did the morning scenario while this is the night scenario. Hope you enjoy! It’s mainly SFW but there is some slight touching and making out, but I don’t dub that as nsfw.

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Jade Leech: After Hours

The lounge was finally closed down, the bustling of the night finally depleting. You were tired after helping out with serving tables and you wanted nothing more than to crumble into bed and fall asleep. You rubbed your eyes and let out a small yawn, trying to cover your mouth for the last bit so you wouldn’t get any comments. Floyd was long gone at this point, having ditched midway through his shift, and Azul was still in his office. There wasn’t much else to do other than find Jade.

Thankfully it was an easy enough task, walking over to the bar where he was cleaning up. He was polishing off some of the glasses to put away when he noticed the way your feet sounded as you approached. They dragged ever so slightly from exhaustion as you slowly approached where he was, feeling the slight sting. Even with the classical jazz music that was filtering through the lounge at this hour, he would always be able to tell it was you.

“Was the shift that tiring?” he asked, a sly smile on his lips as he finally glanced up at you. You let out a small, amused huff as you leaned your upper body onto the counter. You scanned over the contents of the bar, taking in how almost everything was already in its place and neatly organized. Jade really did work fast when it came to cleaning up; you had a small inkling he was just lingering around and waiting for you to finally come over.

“Yes, it was.” You said and noticed Jade had come closer. He leaned in and placed a quick kiss on your lips and smiled against you. You went to chase his lips before stopping yourself, and you could see the teasing smirk at your natural reaction to him kissing you. A natural pout was already playing on your lips at him, which Jade found to be adorable, but he wouldn’t give into whatever you wanted that easily.

“Would you like me to make you a drink?” He asked, already going to grab a freshly cleaned cocktail shaker. He seemed like he was already planning on it as he scooped up some ice into the tumbler and began looking for things.

“Only if you add double shots to it.” You said, making the eel raise a singular eyebrow. You watched him turn on the coffee pot and you were about to ask what he was doing when he was already beginning to turn around. The sound of the coffee brewing made you curious if he was making some coffee for himself, or if he’d be using it in your drink.

“That bad?” He asked and you hummed. You watched him take off his gloves and roll his sleeves up to his elbows as he got ready. You couldn’t help but let your eye wander across the expanse of his chest, tempted to just unbutton a few and feel his skin against your own. You shook the thought away, reminding yourself that you were in a public venue, even if it was past closing and nobody would be coming in. It really had been a long day if your mind was dancing in the gutter at such a simple action like him rolling his sleeves. You were almost embarrassed for yourself.

Jade seemed to dance as he walked around the bar, grabbing the proper liqueurs and syrups for your drink. You didn’t know what he was making but it flowed so perfectly, not missing a single step. Every action was deliberate and you watched him measure everything with expert precision. You could see him grabbing some of the coffee and adding it to the fray as he finished mixing everything. 

He poured it into a rather tall yet thin glass…you think he once called it a zombie glass. It was frosted slightly on the bottom and it made the opaque brown liquid stand out more. Finally he grabbed from one of the bowls next to him and placed a burnt orange peel right on top before sliding it over to you.

“You seem distracted, pearl.” He noted, watching as you slowly picked up the glass. You hummed as you swirled the drink in the glass, looking it over. It looked amazing and smelled like coffee and oranges and your mouth was watering. You knew it had alcohol in it, but you wondered if you’d even be able to taste it with everything else he put inside it.

“I’m not distracted…I just had a few things on my mind is all.” You admitted, looking over the cup one more time before sipping on it. The coffee taste wasn’t actually that strong and you noted a bit of mint in there as well…almost pepperminty. The glass certainly didn’t taste like it had any alcohol in it, but you had watched with your own eyes as he poured it in. Jade managed to snap you out of your stupor as he got in front of you.

“What is this?” You asked, knowing it wasn’t an espresso martini. He normally served those in martini glasses and it was something he refused to compromise with. Jade chuckled as he grabbed the drink and took a small sip of it as well, smacking his lips a bit as he got a good note of the flavors.

“We got a new coffee liquor that I wanted to try out.” He said, “It’s a peppermint liqueur coffee. I think I recall you once telling me about something called an “Irish Coffee”, so I wanted to try something similar.” He explained and it seemed solid. It did have the essence of an irish coffee, but the ones you knew were made by people in their kitchen early in the morning who just poured irish cream into their morning brew because they didn’t want to face the day completely sober. 

“So you’re giving me coffee at this hour?” You joked and his smile seemed to spread as he nodded. You paused after taking another sip and ended up putting it down on the table. What was that smile for? That was the smile he had whenever he was getting up to something, which only ended up well for you eighty percent of the time. “Are you trying to keep me awake for a reason?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?” He said, placing a hand over his heart, “To think you’d forget such an occasion.” Ah there it goes, the confusion has now set in. Jade was always doing his best to throw you off guard at every possible chance he could get, and today was no exception.

“What’s the occasion?” You asked as he walked from behind the bar and over to where you were leaning. He held out a hand for you and you were more than happy to hold onto it, though your mind screamed you should at least hesitate when he’s in one of these moods. He helped drag you away and you barely had time to put down your half finished drink. He clasped one of your hands in his own, the other being placed in your hip.

Then he danced with you, a slow sway to the jazz music that echoed in the lounge. The movements were subtle and he made sure there wasn’t much footwork since he knew you must be sore from running about all day. It was gentle and intoxicating, staring into his eyes as he looked over at you with adoring eyes that always made you melt.

“You gonna tell me the occasion, or do I have to guess?” You asked, putting your free hand on his shoulder and getting comfortable. It wasn’t a birthday of anyone, nor a holiday. Your anniversary wasn’t for another few months, so why is he so intent on it being a celebration? Perhaps it was a holiday in this world that you weren’t aware of?

“It’s our two year, eight month, and five day anniversary today, my love.” He said, swaying you a bit and you actually laughed at him.

“Have you been counting every day?” You asked, curious for his response.

“Would you be surprised if I said yes?” He asked and you hummed. Honestly, it wouldn’t have been a shocker in the slightest. He always did pick and choose what he decided to remember. He memorized every mushroom in the books, so remembering something as simple as a date shouldn’t be too hard. Honestly it was endearing that he’d remember all of that; you were happy you were able to recall your anniversary with how chaotic your life was.

“I wouldn’t, however you’re off by a day.” You said and now Jade looked confused, “Look at the time.” He turned to see the clock was just a minute past midnight, “It’s our two year, eight month, and six day anniversary.”

“You’re very correct in that, how did I not realize how late it had become?” He said as he slowly took you back over to the bar. He picked you up and sat you down on the counter, handing you your drink.

“You seemed a bit…preoccupied.” You said, right before taking a longer sip of the drink. It melted on your tongue and you savored the flavor before setting it down. He really did know how to make some of the best drinks known to man.

“It’s easy to be distracted by you.” He commented, “Now you should finish that, after all, you’ll need the energy.”

“Oh, I’ll need the energy?” You asked, “Are we going to be up all night watching movies, maybe going for a midnight stroll? You have to tell me, I’m on the edge of my seat.” You said, already having a hunch as to why you’d need the energy. You still craved to hear the words from him, and knew if you teased him enough he might be willing to indulge you.

“It means you won’t be able to walk tomorrow if I can help it.” He said and you groaned at the thought.

“Are we going to go on that long of a walk?” You said before feeling him placing a hand on your thigh and squeezing it.

“Not a walk.” 

“A swim?”

“Well it can be done in the water if you’d prefer to have me that way.” Now that got your attention. The thought of his tail wrapped around you while he…your mind was already thrown directly into the gutter at everything you wanted him to do to you.

“Oh, and what does this imply?” You teased, kicking your feet a bit. Jade smirked as he leaned closer and cupped your chin. He dragged you in for a kiss, his hot lips pressing against your own. His sharp teeth grazing gently on your lower lip, never enough to cut but enough to know the danger always lingered.

You didn’t need to be asked twice as you opened your mouth, letting his long tongue explore your mouth. You groaned into the kiss, threading your hands through his hair as you tugged him even closer. He took a step forward and caged you in with his arms by your sides, leaning in until he was towering over you. You felt him groaning against your mouth as your grip on his hair tightened with another small tug.

He took another step closer until you were spreading your legs enough for him to slot himself between them. He finally let you go, watching as you panted and tried to steady your breathing. His eyes were half lidded as he licked his swollen lips, savoring the taste of the cocktail on your tongue. His hands found their way to your thighs as he dragged you to the edge of the counter and your legs were able to wrap around his hips.

“What do you think it implies?” He asked and you shivered at his voice. His mouth was right against your ear, the sharp teeth barely touching them.

“I think it implies I should finish this drink.” You chuckled in response. “And we should definitely go for that swim.”

“Of course.” He said, leaning close and kissing your neck. He peppered the kisses up to your jawline before giving you a quick peck on the lips, “Now hurry up, I’m feeling rather impatient tonight.”

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HAPPY 7TH ANNIVERSARY

And I am your host~

Rather than working on a single guy I may have a little special fic with everyone~ plus don't forget that the winner is getting a special lil smut fic.

I'm gonna be a lil sappy here. It's been almost exactly a year since the announcement of the shut down. I cried for 3 hours in a hotel room. This game means so much to me and got me through so many hardships that I almost immediately started planning on doing this. Everyone that I have posted about these last few days made it possible to have our own little anniversary. I will be honest when I say that I don't have much of a hope to do this again next year just because the fandom will get smaller and smaller. But I am so happy that we were able to do this now. I plan on doing my best with keeping content going and writing things for everyone

So I just want to give a huge thank you to everyone who is making this possible, and to everyone who is not a creator and have been getting the word around

THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE

The zine will be released on August 1st

Curious about the flowers?? Ask @rosie-in-the-garden about them!

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Thank you for keeping the spirit of IkeVamp alive on tumblr Kat 🫂🫂 and thank you for organizing this zine for one more hurrah of the fandom!!

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🌟 Lucky Stars | Jade Leech x Reader

>> requested: yes, by @twistedchatterbox >> a/n: none

>> masterlist: 400 fllr. special , here!! >> summary: your lucky stars were there when you needed them most >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): none

You’ve always wanted to kiss Jade underneath the stars. He was already beautiful, but you thought that him under the light of the stars would be a gorgeous sight. The way his cunning eyes would reflect those shimmering lights… ah, how perfect he would look.

And yet, you never could get him out to see the stars. No matter how much you tried, he was always exhausted and sore from climbing the mountains in order to find new mushrooms. But this time you were determined.

“Jade!” you caught up to him just as he was about to leave for his afternoon hike.

“Hm?” turning around, he saw you out of breath, holding your hands on your thighs to keep yourself upright. “Did I forget to give you your afternoon kiss before I went out?”

You blushed, “Well yes, but–”

“Then let’s fix that,” Jade smirked as he lifted your chin. As he kissed you, you almost forgot what you were there for. Jade’s kisses seemed to do that, to make you forget everything. “Better?”

“Mhm! But also, uh–” well shit. You hadn’t planned this far. “Do you think we could go camping tonight?”

Jade seemed to think for a moment. He already knew what he was going to answer with, but he wanted it to seem like he was really thoroughly thinking about it. “Sure.”

“Excellent! I have some tents in my room and we can set those up and–”

Jade shut you up with another kiss. “Let’s go pack, then.”

Walking into the forest, Jade helped you set up camp. By the time the two of you were done, the sun was setting and glaring into your eyes.

“Can we eat dinner in the field over there?” you gestured over to a pasture through the trees.

“After we make dinner, yes.” Jade smiled, pulling out his flint and steel and a small cauldron to cook a stew in.

You didn’t realize how many ingredients Jade had packed until you saw him take them out one by one. It seemed like he had packed a million in a little tiny bag.

After Jade finished cooking, he served a bowl for both you and himself.

“C’mon, Jade!” you smiled, grabbing his hand after taking your bowl. “Let's go!”

The grass tickled your legs as you sat down in it, pulling out a spoon. It had gotten much darker, and now you got to see Jade in the starlight.

Taking your first bite of the soup, the flavors instantly melted in your mouth. You didn’t mind how hot it was either, it was too good to not burn your tongue.

“Jade, this is wonderfu…” as you turned to look at your boyfriend, you were awestruck by his beauty. You were right, the way the light from the stars hit him was just right.

“Hm?” he was already looking at you, not taking his gaze away.

“Nothing, I’ve just always wanted to come here with you.” you smiled, leaning toward him and kissing him under the stars. You supposed that your lucky stars were shining brightly that night.

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I’m not sure if this will be helpful to anyone, but you literally do not have to be a good writer to write and post fan fiction. Yes you will naturally get better at writing and finding your voice the more you do it but you do not have to be or become a professional level writer to enjoy writing and sharing fics. It’s common to hear people praise fic writers by saying their work is better than published books, and while I think this comes from a good place, that’s not the norm or expectation. There is also a sentiment that fic writing is “good practice” for becoming a better writer or doing something else later, but if fic is the only creative writing you ever do that is literally okay. Your technical skill does not mean you cannot have fun and build community with your writing, or that other people cannot love and find meaning in your work.

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I wanted to draw more fish, so of course it had to be the tweels 🐟

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☆┊YOU DREAM OF ME??

SUMMARY: entering the dream world was such a strange feat.. especially seeing yourself in somebody else’s dream.

CHARACTERS: jade leech-centric

GENRE: fluff, crackfic

WARNINGS: you act cringe because jade leech is a cringy guy with wattpad fantasies + BOOK 7 SPOILERS + canon divergence (some dialogue is not exact cause i lowkey forgot, some moments didn’t actually happen, and i shortened it a lil so i don’t have to write too much)

NOTES: while writing this, it turns out someone else had a similar idea so i was hesitant to upload the writing. however, I’ve decided to anyways. that being said, crediting said individual is still in order since they had the idea first.

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you didn’t expect this. nobody expected this, actually.

jade leech, cunning, observant, quiet, and mysterious. he was one to keep his cards close to his chest and play it safely to ensure the best outcomes. and yet, here we are, in said eels dreams. a look inside of his thoughts, how he truly saw people, how he—

“jade you’re so cool! i love love love love loveeee the way your mind works sooooo much!” a voice, sounding similarly to yours, chimed. “fufu, you flatter me, my pearl..”

your jaw dropped, grims jaw dropped, you can hear idia falling out of his seat from behind the screen, jamil’s eyes had never been opened wider, floyd cringed, silver looked away, ortho could barely compute, and sebek had the most genuine disgust written on his face.

was that you? you thought azul and floyd looked stupid, BUT THAT WAS YOU? jamil slapped a hand over grims mouth, preventing the direbeast from cackling his lungs out at the sight of your pathetic image. “MYAHAHA, HENCHMAN YOU LOOK SO STUPI—“ “keep quiet.” jamil mutters, slightly smirking. you could tell he was also containing his laughter, making your face change in hue.

“eww, no way. i knew jade was all lovey dovey with the prefect but i dont wanna watch it. what a sap.” floyd groans, looking at dream you, real you, then at jade. “i dont wanna watch this either! if you guys are embarrassed how do you think i feel?!” you murmur, hiding your face in shame.

“my pearl, open wide.” jade grins, holding a piece of shrimp in his hands. “oh my, jade you sweetheart!” you giggle, opening your mouth so jade can feed you. idia snickers, holding back a laugh. you can practically see his smug expression in your mind. “he has the fantasies of a trashy middle school fanfiction, what comedy gold.”

silver clears his throat, trying to regain the attention of the group in order to free jade from his dream. while everyone with a logical mind held an equally logical discussion, you, floyd, and grim were too focused on the scene before you. “jade, you and shrimpy should just get married.” dream floyd grins, pushing you two together.

“agreed. you both are a match made in heaven!” dream azul says in between sobs, wiping his tears away with one of his tentacles. “why, what a splendid idea! azul, please make arrangements right away. we shall wed at once, my dear.” jade chuckles, holding you close in his arms. “j-jade!? i don’t know what to say..”

“do you not wish to marry me?” he asks, his thumb tracing your chin. his voice was low, yet soothing at the same time. “it’s not like i don’t want to..” dream you mumbles, avoiding his eyes by looking at the ground with a pout. REAL you, on the other hand, can’t bear the sight of it anymore. neither can floyd. or grim.

“let’s continue to overcome hardships and conquer many mountains together.” jade laughs, pulling you all in by the shoulders. as the dream variants of jades loved ones cheer, floyd swims in and swoops down, attacking his brother and his dumbed down dream him.

“I CANNOT STAND IT ANYMORE!” floyd grunts, scowling at his dear brother, who held an expression of shock. “f-floyd? there’s two of you..?!” he stutters, looking at his dream twin and his actual twin. “they’re mirror images of each other! how can you tell them apart!” azul exclaims, wiping his eyes to get a better look.

“who is this? can i hug you and eat you? hehe.”

“i originally thought you weren’t interested in other people, but you have a limited memory. “i dont eat dance and eat shrimps stuck in between rocks.” floyd scoffs, staring at his dumbfounded doppelgänger. “floyd.. doesn’t eat shrimps.. or dance..?” jade ponders, feeling his mind begin to waver.

“jade! im scared!” dream you screams, curling up in the boys arms. your eyebrow twitches, tired of the humiliation you witnessed thanks to jades horrible imagination. following your impulse, you run out with floyd, despite the shouts of your name.

“PREFECT! GET BACK HERE! WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU TRYING TO ACHIEVE?!” sebek shouts, but his voice falls on deaf ears. he made a point though, what were you doing? it’d be much safer to just stay back and watch this play out, so why the hell are you trying to get involved?! “p-pearl?!” jade gasps, eyes wide in disbelief.

“th-there’s also two of you.? what in the seven is going on here?” he swam back slowly, unraveling the scene before him. two brothers, two lovers (well not officially..), and a whole school of students that seem familiar, but unsure as to where.. you could tell jade was beginning to wake up! it’s only a matter of time..

“jade, don’t be fooled. floyd shouldn’t be that ugly bastard, he should be more innocent and cute. and look at [MC], they love you so much they don’t know what to do with themselves! don’t be tricked by that fraud.” azul sneers, pointing at you and floyd, much to your dismay. just taking a glance at floyd was enough to be able to tell he was this close to breaking every bone in dream azul’s body and frankly you don’t blame him.

“i see.. floyd has been very charming to his relatives and my pearl wouldn’t leave my side so quickly,” jade hesitates, glancing at his two brothers. “i should go. they all really need me.” he smiled politely, swimming towards what once looked like his loved ones, now forming into large piles of dark goo. as jade was nearly consumed by the darkness, floyd swims past quickly. you stood on the eels back, landing a hit on dumb dumb floyd, crybaby azul, and cringe wattpad you.

“I DO NOT SOUND LIKE THAT.” you finally yell, catching nearly everyone’s attention. “it’s no use. we have to help out.” jamil sighs, lifting his magic pen. “let’s go!” silver shouts, rushing into the spot where you and floyd had already began your attack. as the fight rages on, the others serving as a distraction for jade, floyd had continued to land hits on the watered down versions of yourselves with ease before they finally shouted for help.

“it hurts! help us, jade!” dream floyd cries. “rescue us, jade!” azul cries. “oww! protect us, jade!” dream you screams, finally catching his attention. “how dare you! you fake. get behind me, i got this.” jade hisses, attacking floyd directly. you felt your balance falter on floyd’s back, slipping before falling near the vents. “prefect!” ortho shouts, rushing over to catch you til you fell into jamil’s arms safely. “it’s not safe, the vents are crumbling due to the fighting. retreat for now!” he directs, running towards a safer location.

“your carelessness nearly got you killed, prefect.” jamil sighs, looking down at you with a concerned yet tired expression. “sorry, i just couldn’t take it anymore!” you groan, crossing your arms angrily. “you can set me down now, jamil.” you pat his arm, breaking him from his daze. “..right.” he mutters, placing you down gently. they began to discuss different ways to wake up jade, before sebek finally settled on just electrocuting them.

“be careful, sebek.” silver reminds him, patting his shoulder before the boy ran out. “pierce the cloudy sky, lightning! living bolt!”

the tweels stop their fighting, electricity trickling all over their body leaving them temporarily paralyzed and passed out. after a few moments, their eyes fluttered open, being met with millions of other stares. “jade!” azul shouts, pushing floyd at the way with a grunt. “thank goodness you’re alive! i could’ve lost my cute subordinate!” he sniffles, causing jades eyebrow to raise. “..cute subordinate?”

“i’ll cry if jade is gone! don’t go anywhere!” dream floyd sighs with a dopey expression. “jade you idiot! you could’ve gotten seriously hurt and id never forgive you!” dream you sobs, rushing over to hold his hand hastily. “hm. that’s strange. the floyd and azul i know would never say something like that.” jade scoffs, looking at the two with disgust.

“huh?” they gasp, staring at him as if he said something crazy. “was sebek’s lightning so powerful, jade is finally starting to awaken?” silver mumbles, raising a finger to his chin. “awaken.. why am i here in the first place..?” jade groans, recollecting his thoughts slowly. “so.. i am a student at night raven college.. on land? agh.”

“my head feels like it’s going to split!” he winces in pain, holding his head as he shouts. all his memories finally began to come back to him, all the moments he had during the year turning the gears in his mind til he was finally back to his senses. “how could i possibly have forgotten something so important?” he huffs, looking back at the doppelgängers behind him.

“floyd would never act so obedient, he’s much more domineering. azul would give orders to others without putting himself in danger as much as possible.” he pauses for a moment, staring at your fake before shaking his head. “[MC] would have never acted so defenseless. what an embarrassing feat. i was acting quite strange.” jade sighs, turning his back towards the trio.

they had all began to complain to jade, asking why he would believe such fake things. dream you broke into tears, curling in floyds arms with a sob. jade would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little jealous, but it’s not the real you so he’ll hold back. a little. they all clung onto jade, begging him to reconsider his decision before he finally spared them a word.

“can you please not touch me? creepy.” with a quick slash, the floyd and azul clones were reduced to goo. jade looked at the fake you, slightly hesitating at your trembling figure. alas, they were spared no expense and fell back into the darkness, crying his name and dragging out each syllable.

“no mercy..” idia stuttered, chewing on his nail. “he was protecting them with his life, only to end them once he realized they were fake.” jamil states, scratching his chin while replaying the scene back in his head. “scary..” idia murmurs. “finally awake, jade?” floyd punches his brothers arm, earning a chuckle. “yes, thank you.”

they share a laugh before hitting each other suddenly, startling each and every one of you. “floyd, you dare have hurt your own brother? i thought my whole body was going to fall apart. have you no mercy on your own blood? how terrible.” jade wiped away a tear, floyd not buying it for a single second.

“jade leech.” his banter was cut short by the sounds of your voice, your stern tone telling that this will not end well for him. “w-why, [MC]! how might i be of service.?” jade smiles, remaining his composure well. “don’t “how might i be of service” me! you have some serious explanation to do once we’re out of this stupid dream.” you scowl, staring him down with an intimidating glare.

jade, seemed unfazed. he was certainly embarrassed, but who is he to let it show? “oh dear, is it quite wrong for one to dream of their mate while asleep?” he shakes his head, catching you off guard. “mate?” everyone collectively questions. “uhm, yeah. do you guys not notice?” floyd scratches the back of his neck as if it were the most obvious thing.

what the hell is he talking about? mate? what.. when? that’s.. it’s not possible. “what are you on about, leech?” you sneer, causing him to grab your hand with a smile. “would you care for me to show you?” he grins teasingly, pulling you in til you rested on his chest. “hey! why you—“

“enough. you two are more than free to discuss this mishap after malleus is defeated. right now, we’ve got bigger problems to focus on.” jamil frowns, separating you two from each other. “..right. im not done with you yet.” you glare at the eel in front of you, much to his amusement. “i look forward to it.”

despite the topic being held for later, you couldn’t help but let jade’s words and fantasies linger in your mind for a moment longer. the statements he had said, the actions he had performed, all of it made you feel.. special.

“he dreams of me?”

A/N: i got lazy at the end whoops. anyways what if i write a jamil one?? double anyways what if jamil and jade love triangl— *gunshots*

im not used to writing long fics for characters by themselves and i think you can tell

date published: 8/22/24

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FREE MEALS AND MARRIAGE PROPOSALS !!

💞 — in which y'all fake a marriage proposal for free food at some fancy restaurant. 💞 — featuring; jamil viper, floyd leech, lilia vanrouge, ruggie bucchi, ace trappola, che'nya pinker, epel felmier, deuce spade, rook hunt, jade leech. 💞 — gender neutral reader. 300-400 words each. warnings: cursing and embarrassment.

JAMIL VIPER.

“No, don’t you dare.”

“Come on, Jamil—it’s a free meal.”

“I don’t care. It’s embarrassing. Hey, sit dow—” 

Before he could even finish his sentence, you were down on one knee, giving him a cheeky grin before shutting your eyes and holding up a little ring box with a fake silver ring. It sat there in a plush velvet pillow, shimmering at Jamil with mischief. It felt like things were going in slow motion, people had begun to turn and look at the two of you. His cheeks and ears began to heat up and he desperately wanted to hurl you over his shoulder and just leave the damn restaurant. 

“Jamil, in the time that I’ve had to get to know you, I have met a wonderfully talented but complex individual with so much to offer the world,” you said, looking up at him with that same cheeky look, but something in your eyes hoped to convey that the words you said were true, “I would be honored if you allowed me to uncover more of your secrets for the rest of our lives, together. Will you marry me?”

Oh, Jamil was embarrassed. He tried not to glare at you, because he did think your words were sweet. His heart skipped a beat at the thought that someone saw him at his complete worst, when ink had blotted his soul, corrupting his being and manifesting into a cruel phantom, and still would want to be with him. He frowned and glanced off to the side, “Yes… hayati.”

You grinned. One free dessert later, you were walking back to campus with Jamil, giggling on and on about his reaction while he hid his expression behind his hood, “Oh, shut it.”

“Aww, they even got a picture of us! Look,” you laughed, holding your phone up.

He grumbled under his breath, pushing your phone away.

FLOYD LEECH.

Listen, Floyd was just getting bored of sitting and just talking over the meal. Sure, it was a nice place, but what use was a nice place if he felt like there were bugs crawling under his skin since he was sitting, well-behaved, for so long. He frowned at you before looking over the dessert menu, not really reading anything until he came to the advert. 

Ah. Apparently, it was a free dessert to whoever proposed in the restaurant. They would have their pictures taken and everything since it was good PR or something like that. There it was, the cure to his boredom, the scratcher for his itch.

A sudden smile came to Floyd's lips and you were immediately suspicious of him. Your brows knitted softly, but before you could speak, he was pulling one of his rings off of his finger and standing from his seat. He grabbed your arm and pulled you up before taking your hand and forcing the ring onto your finger. 

You gawked at him, “Floyd, what the—?”

“Let’s get married, Shrimpy,” he said, but there was a little threat in his eyes as he loomed over you, intertwining your fingers.

“Wa–wait a minute—”

“We can have a beach wedding. And I can take you swimming,” he drawled and laughed. It was clear whatever he was thinking about was not very… safe.

Before you could even answer, people were applauding and there were camera flashes. Some waiter brought out a stack of specialty desserts and placed them on the table. Everyone seemed so happy and you were just dumbfounded. You blinked at the flashes and looked around, lost, at all the cheers. Oh, goodness. You did not even pose for the pictures at all, and you were more than sure they were unflattering. 

Floyd leaned in, his breath brushing against your ear, “Smile,” he laughed, holding your hand out with the ring for another picture.

The dessert was delicious.

LILIA VANROUGE.

“So… when are you gonna propose?”

“Hmm? Oh, darling. You’re going to be the one proposing. I was practicing my cute, ‘a thousand times yes’ reaction in preparation.”

Your eyes widened. You and Lilia had talked about this deal happening at a restaurant near the campus, and you agreed to go out and get a free meal through a marriage proposal. You had assumed Lilia would be the one proposing, you know, being the centuries old fae who fought in some of the bloodiest battles and helped raise a prince. He was leaps more experienced than you and you would not have been surprised to find out if he was already married at some point, all those years ago. 

You looked at the clock. They would be closing soon, and from the evil little smile on the fae's face, you could tell that you were the one who would have to propose. You frowned and stood from your seat, getting down on one knee. There was a gasp in the crowd and you nearly rolled your eyes.

“Uhm… I’m sure many have been in the position that I am in right now, but I wish to make my devotion to you clear,” you began, “I wish for nothing more than the chance to spend the rest of my life with you. I… uhm… will you marry me, Lilia?”

Lilia let out a soft gasp, bringing his hands up to his mouth as his eyes widened in faux surprise, “Oh, a thousand times yes. I would be the happiest man to marry you,” he said and then he wrapped his arms around you while you stood. Once he let go, he looked at the crowd that gathered and smiled at them, “You are all invited to our wedding!”

“Lilia!?”

“What, beloved? One must share their joy, for it grows, hehe.”

He gleefully sat back down with you once the dessert arrived, dedicating the rest of his night to flustering you while he reaped the reward of your embarrassment. Lilia was more than glad to share the pictures with Silver.

RUGGIE BUCCHI.

Ultimately, this whole thing was Ruggie's idea. He came to you with an advertisement in hand, asking you to pretend to accept his marriage proposal at some fancy restaurant he was sure he would be kicked out of on any other day. He asked you because he knew you agree, considering your living conditions in Ramshackle.

This was not the type of place Ruggie felt at home in. He mended his finest clothes just to come here with you, for the sake of a free meal. He was shameless, but he knew when he was not welcome somewhere and he certainly was not welcome here. Of course, that would not matter at all. He came for a free meal and he was going to get that free meal. He sent you a nod, the code that he was about to lower himself and pretend to lay his heart out to you. 

Ruggie got down onto his knee with his usual mischievous smile, tilting his head to the side as he tugged your hand close to him. It was almost romantic the way his pale blue eyes met yours. He looked nice like this, his hair slicked back, his clothes clean and freshly ironed. From a distance, you could not even see the way he had to hem the sleeves and the pant legs to fit him. 

“I can’t give you much, you know. You’ll probably have to work hard with me to get by, and I’m sure we won’t be doing fancy dates like this all the time, but I would do my best to keep you smiling and laughing,” he started, intertwining your fingers, “So, will you marry me?”

You smiled and nodded, “Of course, Ruggie.”

Only after the proposal, when you both were outside with your to-go box did you really think about how entertained everyone was by the proposal. You could have sworn someone had made a comment in the background about how love was more than money or something stupid like that. All while affording their own meals in a restaurant like that, where you and Ruggie had to perform for your attendance.

“Shishishi, you're always thinking too much,” Ruggie said, pulling you from your thoughts, “We got the food. Whatever they think doesn’t matter.”

ACE TRAPPOLA. 

You and Ace had actually planned this beforehand. Come on, you guys are two broke students attending Night Raven College, ordering a meal cost the same as a textbook. When Ace had seen the posting about this restaurant's offer to give free desserts to anyone who proposed there, he was all over it, rushing to your rundown dorm and sharing it with you. After an hour long debrief about how to make it all believable, you dressed up and left. 

Now that you were sitting across from one another, you both had cold feet. It was embarrassing, all these people... turning to stare as you proposed... ugh.

“I thought you were gonna do it already,”

“Shut up, why don’t you do it?”

“It was your idea, Ace.”

He frowned, pouted, even, before glancing down at the dessert at the table. He really did not want to split the bill for this. He sighed before rubbing the back of his neck, “Fine, but you’re giving me the answers on that test,” he grumbled.

Ace pulled out the random little decorative box you guys found to make this look more real. There was not a ring inside of it, neither of you could find anything that would look real enough and neither of you could afford a ring. He got down onto one knee, a flush covering his pale cheeks, matching his hair, “Listen… I know I’m a jerk. I say mean stuff and I don't apologize on time. I get you caught up in all sorts of trouble, but I can’t imagine doing all that alone. Without you. I will annoy you, and I will make you mad, but I would be the luckiest guy ever if you married me.”

Why the fuck did your heart skip a beat at all that? You looked into his eyes before nodding, “U–Uhm, yeah— yes.”

Once you guys left, a to-go box and free dessert in hand, Ace reached over to pinch your cheek, “You were blushing,” he teased.

“Shut up or I’m gonna eat these pastries without you.”

CHE’NYA PINKER.

You had brought the idea up to Che'nya, a fake proposal for some free food and he was more than down for it. In fact, he dressed in his finest and tried to stay on his best behavior till the day of. It was suspicious, and you were sure he had to have been planning something... the day came, and you reminded him what you agreed on, a quick 'will you marry me?' and a 'yes' and then boom, free food. 

But, before you knew it, you were drinking your fruit cordial when you heard a little clink. You looked down at the cup and saw a little ring. Before you could react, cameramen appeared and a live band showed up, playing some romantic classic. 

This bitch ass cat. He just had to push the glass of the table when you told him not to.

He gazed at you with a cheshire grin before disappearing and then reappearing before you, on his knees. Holding your hands up to his lips for a kiss.

“When my mind is tangled up yarn, you pull it apart and weave the greatest blankets to keep us warm,” he said, smoothing his thumbs over the back of your hand, “Haste makes waste, but if I do not hurry now, someone else may take your hand before me, and the divine know I could use your helping hand. My two are great, but I could use these extra ones of yours. So, what do you say? Tie the knot?” 

You were glaring down at him, but it just made him more gleeful. But then you sighed, “Fine… uh— I meant, yes.”

The music ended with a flourish and applause while the waitress brought your free desserts. Once you guys were heading out, Che’nya could tell you were livid, but still leaned on you as you walked. Now he had a great video of you floundering during his fake proposal.

“Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker.”

“Ooh, you sound purr-fect when you’re mad. Still, you should be nicer to your fiance,” he giggled.

DEUCE SPADE.

This whole situation was your idea, but Deuce, ever the gentleman, decided he would be the one to propose to you for this whole scheme. Ultimately, he owes you for helping him study, getting between him and Riddle during the tumultuous first part of the year, and saving him from getting in trouble by vouching for his character. 

You always said it was what friends were for, but he still believed he owed you. 

Deuce was flustered beyond belief, his brows furrowed while he looked up at you. He had been in this position before a few times, lowering himself to tie your laces so you did not trip and fall, or when he bent down to pick something up for you because if he was anything, it was thoughtful. But this was so different. He was asking you to marry him... for a free dessert, sure, but it was a proposal nonetheless.

“I know I’m not… super romantic or anything. Honestly, I’m clueless about this whole thing,” he mumbled. His pretty green eyes were nervous, but there was a determination there as well. It almost looked real, the way he was laying his heart out to you, telling you about his flaws while asking you to spend the rest of your life together. Albeit for a free meal, of course, “But I know one thing for sure. I want to marry you and be together for the rest of our lives. I’ll mess up sometimes, but I promise to try and fix things. Will you marry me?”

It was all so sweet you nearly forgot to answer before nodding quickly, “Yes, of course, yes,” you said.

Deuce sighed in relief, like he was seriously proposing and stood back up as the free meal was brought out. He tried to spend the rest of the date talking to you like normal, but he could not stop the racing of his heart whenever the image of you looking surprised, lips parted and eyes wide, came to his mind.

“Still flustered, Deuce?”

His cheeks were pink and he just looked away from you, mumbling something about how it was all worth it.

EPEL FELMIER.

“Hah!? No way, I’m proposing first,” he hissed at you, his lilac brows knitted as he slammed his hands onto the table.

You shook your head, “I made this plan up, so you should let me propose.”

“Yeah, well I won’t look manly getting proposed to, so let me do it.”

That annoyed you. You held up a little violet velvet box. 

The ring and the ring box were from Vil, a gift he got you a while ago for your help with the VDC. A token of his appreciation which would now be used to propose to the student under his watch, within his greatly esteemed dorm. The sight of it just irritated Epel further. 

Epel shook his head stubbornly and then stood up so quickly that the chair fell down behind, capturing the eyes of everyone in the room. He snatched the ring box from your hand and then got down on one knee, frowning with pure determination. His wide teal eyes were beautiful as ever, but filled with a fire you often saw when he got extra stubborn. He held the box up to you with his dainty looking hands, but you could look deep enough to see the calluses from carrying heavy apple baskets.

“Will you marry me? I promise to protect you from everyone and provide you with a very comfortable life. I swear on my great great grandmother’s apple orchard. I’ll personally cut down the trees with my bare hands if I disappoint you! So— so marry me!” he blurted out. Once the words left his lips, the blush settled over his chubby cheeks.

Your heart raced a little bit and then you managed a little nod, “Yes— I’ll marry you,” you said, quickly before anyone could see through the act.

Once you guys had your desserts and left, your mind drifted back to his words. Epel, on the other hand, had a hand on his stomach, patting it, stuffed with sugary goodness and satisfied.

ROOK HUNT. 

Rook was someone who could have just paid for the dessert. Honestly, it was no skin off of his back, and as Le Chasseur d'Amour, it meant little when it came to the mission of romance... but, proposing was enticing. Even if it was for just a moment to get a free treat, it would make for a greatly romantic spectacle, and theatrical was his middle name. 

His piercing green eyes drifted over the advertisement a few times, and you noticed it. He caught your gaze and then stood. Sevens, drag him back into his seat before he— “Rook, please don’t—”

“Ah, mon cœur! My heart has been shot by the deity of love!” he exclaimed, dramatically placing a hand onto his forehead, before bowing.

People had flinched in their seats at how loud his voice was. Rook had expertly captured his audience into his trap and now it was time for the skillful hunter to go in for the kill. He spared them little attention as his gaze met your flushed face again. 

Gently, he took your hand into his own and brought it up to his lips, pressing a princely kiss to your knuckles before he knelt down, pressing the back of your palm to his forehead, “Le Chasseur d’Amour has been captured by you, and it would be my honor to spend the rest of my days admiring your beauty. Allow me the honor of joining you in matrimony, binding our very beings to one another, so even as our bodies decay, they may rest beside one another.”

He let go of your hand to reach for a ring box in his breast pocket, gazing at you with what looked like pure love, “Marry me and I will devote myself to your joy.”

You covered your face and just nodded.

“Ah! My heart bursts with color—”

“Rook, please sit. I’m begging you!”

JADE LEECH.

“Oh no… I don’t seem to have enough for dessert. Whatever shall we do?”

He feigned an upset expression, his brows knitted softly, a little frown on his lips as he shut his eyes, a sigh of resignation falling from mouth. There was even a convincing little slouch in his shoulder, but you knew better than to believe any of it. 

You looked down at the little laminated paper on the table and it hit you. He did not invite you out because he wanted to hang out, he invited you out to embarrass you. Jade was the mad scientist and you were the experiment. He used sharp tweezers to pluck out reactions from you, moving you from vial to vial to see your reaction. 

You frowned, “Jade, you asshole.”

His expression shifted. He grinned, but it was far from sweet or innocent. He stood from his seat, making sure it made enough noise to draw eyes to the two of you, before gracefully getting down onto one knee, holding up a shimmering velvet box up to you, his free hand against his chest, “In the many years I have know you,” you were barely completing your first year since meeting him, “You have only surprised me with your nurturing spirit and your sweet reactions. I bring this ring, a token of my love, and humbly lower myself before you to ask if you will marry me,” he said, bowing his head for extra effect.

You heard someone mutter a ‘oh my, so sweet’ and you wanted to cringe. You looked down at Jade before sighing, “Yes,” you replied, less than pleased.

Jade stood, taking your hand and slowly sliding the ring onto your finger, letting you feel the cool metal against your skin, accompanied by the softness of his skin. He leaned down to your face and pressed a kiss to your cheek for the viewers, before whispering into your ear, “So, which dessert did you want?”

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Secret Admirer (Rook x Reader)

Characters You, Rook Word Count ~300 words

Warnings fluff, gender-neutral reader Synopsis You needed space. Rook wanted to honor that, but he still wanted to check in on you. Such is the way of a devoted huntsman.

Secret Admirer!Rook who discovers your sketchbook and flips through it while you’re out of office. By his calculations, you won’t be back for another hour. If he’s lucky, maybe an hour and a half, depending on how your potionology class goes.

Secret Admirer!Rook who debates leaving a little doodle in your notes to mark his visit. Like a symbolic ‘Rook was here’ mark—a cursive R tucked between the pages.

Secret Admirer!Rook who freezes when he finds a portrait of himself in your portfolio. He stares at it for a long while, taking in every detail of your vision. You’ve drawn him in his dorm uniform, perhaps it better suited the elegant seating position you fashioned, with freckles in plain view, something he hadn’t done since his freshman year in Savanaclaw. Is that how you preferred him?

Secret Admirer!Rook who looks forward to more portraits of himself, while keeping his expectations low. After all, it was only a single portrait in a portfolio of many fascinating subjects, most of which he doesn’t recognize. He certainly recognized the recurrence of Floyd among your pages.

Secret Admirer!Rook who feels inspired to challenge his own artistic hand, to recreate the magic that once bound you to each other. Would you find it odd if he gifted you a sketchbook of his works, pages upon pages of his fantasies brought to life? He wouldn’t have the heart to part with his own art, not when it exposes the very depths of his desires. A critical vulnerability.

Secret Admirer!Rook who practically squeals in delight at the addition of new portraits of him in your sketchbook. He’s kept track of the dates, matching them to the days you’d spent together. It seems proximity was your inspiration. It wouldn’t hurt to bump into you more often, by mere chance of course. He knows exactly where he needs to be to increase those odds in his favor.

Secret Admirer!Rook who cannot part with the fruits of your creative labor, and considered snatching one for keepsake. But ultimately, he resists. As a compromise, he’ll take a photo instead. Something he can easily access when he’s turning in for the night, lulled to blissful sleep by the thought of you meticulously capturing his likeness, giving him a special spot in your precious sketchbook.

The aforementioned doodles—

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[sofyneedssleep]

EVERYONE LOOK AT THE MASTERPIECES!!! I'm so lucky to have such a talented mootie 🫪

[alby-rei]

I have one more doodle I can share! From when I went to the Egypt with Rook :3

Tbh I love how it turned out (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و though my background skills are questionable, still baby level hehe

[mochinomnoms]

Ever since I got to play through the Trials of Rowmance event, I've wondered what it would be like if the octatrio (separately) x reader were the ones getting married and doing that. With the other two being the ones trying to flip the boat of course, why would they pass up the opportunity to dunk them lol

If that's alright to request, I'd love to see your take on it!

Octotrio (separate) x reader headcanons + drabble

[cw/tags]– fluff, perhaps ever so slight suggestive in floyd's part? making out

[wc}– 1,000+ each

notes— okay one, back to properly formatting(?) or whatever this is called. two, had this in my asks for a while because I really loved this and wanted to give it proper attention!!! doing bullet points this time tho so I don't go overboard lol

Azul

I read from someone on here (can't remember who someone tell me if they know) that Azul would really be into the Forever Float tradition because of the prestige (and free advertising) it provide. He'd also show off how great he's become, which is a bonus, and I am inclined to agree because that feels very Azul, but also I really like the idea of Azul being a bit of a groomzillla lol.

Azul plans everything with such precision, from the catering to the outfits to the ship down to the last flower on the Forever Float. He's well aware that it's a rare event, the two of you are most likely the only couple that will hold the tradition this year! Not to mention that the invitees include both royals and celebrities. Which means eyes will be on you two!

He's honestly taken over the planning to the point that you're a bit on the sidelines, which may or may not be a good thing depending on how into wedding planning you are yourself.

If you're relatively chill, then you'll find yourself at your fiance's side most of the time as he takes care of wedding planning, turning to you to give a smile and ask if there's anything else you wanted (especially traditions from your home), even if it's been a pattern that you're happy with whatever he wants.

If you're someone who is much more involved, you might but heads a bit more. Azul is very much a planner and has no doubt been planning this wedding for ages. Whether that means he started the moment he started having a crush or the moment you agreed to be his partner is between him and the Sea Witch. In any case, it's going to be a bit of a give and take in a rather funny way:

"Of course I will be in charge of the catering, it's a given—" "Okay, but not the cake. I wanna do the cake!" "Well, I do believe any dessert falls under catering." "Nuh-uh, cake's it's own thing. And I'm the one who's friends with a baker anyways!" "Okay, then I'll take care of the venue." "Aw, but I wanna pick that too!"

It works out as you two divide and conquer the wedding planning, though you make sure that Azul is okay with having a photographer before reserving one. All these years, he's still not fond of having his picture taken, but he won't deny that he'd like to have physical proof of the way you look at him adoringly. Just don't mention that he does the same…

Both Mrs. Ashengrotto and Georgina Leech assist, the former mostly strong arming Azul into letting her help and the latter guilting persuading him into letting her organize the pre-wedding ceremony. It doesn't surprise him that she asked Jade and Floyd to play the role of morays once again. It surprises him even less that they accepted with eagerness. Your own friends also partake on boats of course, it actually almost caused a fight between everyone as they argued as to why they should be the ones to turn you and Azul (mostly Azul) overboard.

Ace, Grim, and Deuce of course were the ones you asked to participate, and were especially eager to find a way to tip over the float for revenge from the contract fiasco. If you get caught in the crossfire? Well, you're very good natured at least.

Even if it's technically good luck for the couple to have their boat successfully tipped over per the old fairytale, Azul really doesn't want to, one—give the twins and your friends the satisfaction—and two—get your guys' very nice and expensive clothes soaked in sea water.

"You know we're supposed to be whispering sweet nothings to each other, right?"

Azul hummed, eyes darting around the cove at every splash and sound, more focused on ensuring the boat stayed steady. Harder said than done when Jade and Floyd were still in the game.

"Azul?"

"Mm."

"Azuuul?"

"Mm-hm…""

"Zuzuuu?"

"Of course dear…"

You huffed as Azul absentmindedly nodded along to your calls, deciding that he couldn't ignore you if you simple tossed yourself into his arms.

"Ack!" Or tried to, seeing as both were preoccupied with rowing. The rowboat shook, titling slightly as all the weight focused in on one side while you turned over to lay against his chest with a cheeky smile.

"Oh finally. And here I though I wouldn't be fighting for my own future husband's attention on our wedding day!"

Azul sighed, looking down at you with a mix of embarrassment and fondness.

"Apologies, Angelfish. I am just making sure that we don't get go overboard."

"Isn't it supposed to be good luck if we do get turned over?"

Azul frowned, his lips thinning, as he replied, "Well, it's only a story, and I don't need lu—"

"Oh, so you don't love me then?"

"WHAT?" Azul's voice went shrill, boat shaking from his sudden movements as he grabbed your cheeks and squeezed. "How could you ever—"

"Noooo, no, no. You more worried about getting wet, you don't care about having a good marriage. A lucky marriage." You couldn't help but snort a laugh, fake pouting as Azul narrowed his eyes at you. "I see how it is."

"Dearest."

"Mm."

"Darling."

"Mm-hm."

"Angelfish."

"Yes, dear?"

"I don't need luck for our marriage. I know I will keep you content and loved until the day I let you go."

You raised a brow and clicked your tongue, "You plan on letting me go?"

Azul gave you a sly smile as he leaned down to brush his lips on your forehead in a soft, fleeting kiss. Then another on your nose. Then hovered over your lips.

"No."

His soft gray strands tickled your skin as he kissed you as you smiled leaned up just enough to return his upside down kiss with one of your own.

"Aw, ain't they cute Jade?"

Both of you whipped your heads up to look at the other end of the boat, now level as the twins rested their arms on the edges as they grinned and snickered.

"Adorable. What a sweet couple."

"I bet they'd be even cuter soaking wet, yeah?"

"Agreed, shall we?"

Azul could only let out a beginnings of a, "Do NOT!" before the twins promptly and giddily tossed the other end of the boat up, making the entire thing practically turn 180 degrees as you both fell backwards into the water, abandoned by the twins as they swam of cackling.

At least Azul can take solace that he'll have that extra bit of luck in the marriage.

Jade

"There aren't many merfolk who come onto land, much less marry a land-dweller... Heh heh, some merfolk have curious taste." And here he is marrying you. Look who's talking bitch!!!

Jade is the most excited of the three to have this ceremony, he definitely made sure that your float would be a gondola, decorated to the nines. Never did he think he'd be on the other side of the ceremony, but isn't it just exciting?

Jade has the luck of having his mother eagerly plan much of the wedding, in part because it needs to be perfect as many of the family's business partners and acquaintances will be attending, but also because she's already done so before. She did say that when moray merfolk conduct the ceremony, it's a highly formal affair. But now she's especially excited to be planning a wedding and Forever Float for one of her own sons!

It might be a bit surprising for someone like Jade, but he's rather content to let his mother and you take the reins of the wedding planning as long as he can get his gondola and force provide everyone with mushroom based dishes for the reception. In fact, Jade himself happily provides the cooks with mushrooms he sourced himself! From where? What kind? Oh, it's a surprise! Rest assured they're not dangerous to consume, he'd never forgive himself if he made you sick on your wedding day! Hm? Oh, yeah and the rest of the guests too, sure.

He's not kidding, by the way, everything has mushrooms in it. Crab-stuffed mushrooms for the appetizer and chicken marsala for the main (guess what the sauce has in it). Did you know that there are coffee, teas, and cocktails that can be made with mushrooms? If you didn't don't worry Jade is making sure all the guests know with a giddy smile. He honestly wouldn't have gone all in with the mushrooms if Floyd and Azul didn't make a comment.

"I don't care if it's your wedding, I'm not eating anything with mushrooms in it." "Is that so?" Que the weeks leading up to the big day: "Jade, what the FUCK, Mama said everything has mushrooms in it you bitch!"

"I know it's your big day, but please refrain as much as you can from taking advantage of us. I still have nightmares from our time at school." "Of course, if you'd prefer I could change the appetizer to carpaccio." "Oh, that sound delish—" "I do greatly enjoy octopus carpaccio after all, what do you think?" Azul does not think very positivily about it.

The only thing he doesn't manage to put actual mushrooms in is the dessert, though you do indulge him with fondant mushrooms and foliage on the cake and little mushroom shaped cookies. He thinks it's very cute and is quite happy for all his mushy themed cuisine, the glutton he is.

Happy or not, Floyd and Azul are now on the warpath and that path just happens to be your darling gondola during the pre-wedding ceremony. In Jade's defense, he thinks it's funny.

"I don't think Floyd and Azul think it's funny hon, I think they're actually gonna try to drown you."

Jade was still smiling as he rowed farther into the cove, the long strands of the willow tree blowing gently as if to curtain you from the outside world.

"They'll get over it. It's either that, or they get a scolding from Mother, and they do so hate to get her angry." His smile turned sharper as he glanced behind you. "Besides, I saw Azul's boat overturn on top of Floyd in his attempt to toss us over, I imagine they'll be preoccupied for a bit, and we'll be back at the dock by then."

You shook your head fondly, rubbing a petal from one of the many flowers wrapped around the gondola.

"You just like pushing their buttons, such a jerk."

Gasping, light and soft, Jade paused rowing to hold a (faux) scandalized hand to his chest.

"Why, how cruel. My dearest, darling, sweet pearl of my heart, calling me such names!"

He wiped a nonexistent tear from his eye as he pouted and batted his eyes at you.

"And on our wedding day, no lest. Why, I may simply never recover!"

Rolling your eyes, you played along, sighing as you clasped your hands together as if praying for forgiveness.

"Oh, my poor fragile husband-to-be, forgive my words" You leaned in close and cooed. "What does he need to make him feel better?"

Jade pretended to ponder as resumed rowing, eyes darting around at the sound of rippling water.

"Well, since you're so kind to offer…perhaps my pearl will grace me with a kiss?"

You chuckled, carefully making your way to Jade's side of the gondola, no help from him as he "accidently" pushed the oars too quickly, making you stumble. At your glare, Jade smiled and tilted his head in innocence, looking up at you as you hovered over him, balancing carefully. He looked expectant, and eager if you knew how to look at the way his eyes shone, and tilted his head up, eyes closing as you leaned in, only to dodge his lips and peck his cheek.

"There, do you feel be—eeAH!"

No, Jade did not evidently feel better, as he opted to free a hand to quickly, almost viciously, wrap around your waist and press your lips together in a passionate kiss. Dare you say it was almost longing. You couldn't help laugh and smile into the kiss, Jade's own quirking up at your mirth, wrapping your arms around him as melting into the kiss.

You'd almost forgotten the point of being on this boat, if not for the sound of a familiar eel gagging and letting out an, "Ewgh." That, and also Jade rapidly using the oar still in his hand to smack Floyd on the side of his head.

"OW! What the FUCK Jade?"

"Apologies," Jade murmured, barely moving his head to separate your lips as he gave his brother smile. "But I just couldn't have you interrupting, you understand, yes? Now shoo."

To no one's surprise, Jade had snuck his magipen with him, most likely planning this exact scenario. He casted small, harmless burst of wind magic to push Floyd away (who was cussing him out, specifically calling Jade, "a fucking cheat"), squeezing you tighter.

"Now then, I do believe I am still owed the rest of my apology."

Unfortunately for Jade, that apology would have to wait, as you both cried out as the gondola suddenly shook. Black and purple tentacles curling around the edges as you were lifted up in the air, and unceremoniously tossed out.

Luckily, Jade held onto you as you splashed into the water, still smiling and deciding to kiss you again when you surfaced. Much to Floyd's disgust.

Floyd

Floyd very excited to be getting married to you. He thinks all the land wedding traditions are so weird, especially if you share some from home. What do you mean some people smash a plate under their foot? He wants to do that! What do you mean there's a tradition where people who dance with you gotta pin money on you? Funny. Garter toss? If you don't wear a dress so he can launch a garter across the room into a crowd of people, he'll find a way to do it under a some pants don't worry!

It's both so strange to him and fun! He's totally down for whatever, except maybe the Forever Float. He doesn't think it's boring or anything, he just doesn't want to get his new shoes all wet :(

Yeah, Floyd's not into it as much. The idea of it is fun, sure, but you must remember that Floyd is a little fashionista! He does like his clothes and shoes, the latter especially, and despite how sloppy or relaxed he might dress, Floyd does take great care of his wardrobe. Getting them wet might ruin them! Floydie likes his things you know!

His mother is devastated, as is Jade but that's just because he wanted to toss Floyd out of a boat. Due to his nature, they're not really sure if they should convince Floyd to do it, as it might make him want to drop the entire wedding and just get eloped somewhere and sign the marriage certificate with some randos as witness. That's not a joke, Floyd decided a few days before the wedding to take you to the courthouse, grabbed two random people of the street, and signed the marriage license. He was impatient and wanted to heard you call him husband and call you his spouse. No, no one knows, they'll find out eventually.

If Georgina compromises with Floyd on switching the Forever Float attire to something he doesn't care about getting wet, then there are two ways that Floyd could be convinced to participate in the ceremony: 1) Floyd and you get to dip out from the reception whenever. Most of the people attending are business partners and acquaintances anyways, and it's gonna be a way formal affair. Not his thing, he had enough of that growing up. 2) You ask him reaaaaaaaally nicely after a sloppy make out when he's in bliss. He's still gonna dip out, but this time you're not gonna get a warning. There's a strong chance he might just pick you up and go.

There is a third, secret option: you will row while Floyd gets as many water guns and his magipen to fight back against the "morays". Now that's fun.

If Floyd is convinced, he will make a few demands. Like not letting Jade have any input on the food, he gets to pick the music (Floyd will let there be a few close dances, he does want to squeeze you close, but he also wants to just vibe to something fun), and he wants to be in charge of decorations. The more tedious stuff Mama and you can take care of. Do make sure to ask his opinions though, he does change his mind, and also likes to know that you care about his input (he will tease you though).

Thank the Sevens that his family is both influential and rich as hell, cause Floyd will be changing things to the last minute depending on his whims. But if you're marrying Floyd Leech, it's because you've fallen for him and all his ever changing whims. It is part of his charm after all! And it's what leads to him actually enjoying the Forever Float the day of.

You're glad you practiced rowing with Grim bouncing around the boat, because the way Floyd was moving had you wondering if part of the reason he made such a stink about the clothes is cause he knew there was a change he might overturn the boat himself.

"Ahaha! Your aim sucks Crabby!"

Floyd cackled as he dodged Ace's spells, aiming a well aimed ice spell to the front of Ace's boat, causing it to crash suddenly and trip your friend into the water. You could make out Ace's cursing as he scrambled to hold onto the ship.

It didn't take long for the others to also go overboard, even if Floyd was on a boat, he was in his natural element.

The only one left at this point was Jade. Floyd had aimed to take out his brother and Azul from the beginning, though the latter boat crashed into Deuce's and made him fall behind. But Jade was falling behind, squinting at his brother as you two turned a corner behind some foliage.

Unfortunately, the moment that Floyd noticed that all his playmates were far behind, he let out a whine and slumped onto the floor of your rowboat.

"Awe, you went to fast…now I got no one to play with…" Floyd grumbled, crossing his arms. "I'm bored now."

"Sorry babe, do you want me to stop and wait for someone to catch up?

Your lanky partner shook his head, comically curling into himself in a strange position between you and the other bench. The woes of being tall you suppose.

"Nah, that's no fun. Probably should've told ya to go slower…"

"Wanna go back?"

"…Nah."

Floyd was now blank faced, staring at the pattern of the wood as he shuffled up to press his head against your leg, his finger scratching pattern onto the toes of your shoe.

You pursed your lips, resting the oars down and running your nails into your husband's scalp as he let out a pleased hum. He was too cute sometimes.

"…You wanna make out until someone catches up?"

Floyd didn't give you a verbal answer. Rather, he immediately bolted up and crashed into you, cause you both to tumble out of the boat as it flipped over you. The brief gasp of air from under the boat was all you got when Floyd bursted out of the water, green and slimy, and smashed your lips together.

All you let out was a snort and laugh as you hugged his neck and shoulders as your anchor, one of Floyd's arms hooking under you butt like a seat and the other steading your back as his claws traced circles around the skin of your neck.

"Mmm…" Floyd sighed into your mouth, tugging your bottom lip as he squeezed you closer, tongue darting in to play with yours as you moaned into him. You shivered as the sounds of water against the wood, wet lips and tongue meeting each other, and soft breaths and moans echoed in your small world away from the world. If either of you paid attention to the knocks outside the turned boat from Jade, you chose to ignore it.

"Hmm, hey," Floyd pulled away with a grin and giggle, watching as you tried following his lips. "I kinda wanna stay here an' kiss ya silly. Let's ditch, yeah?"

You let out a half hum, half sigh, nipping at Floyd's chin as he laughed.

"I don't know Floyd—"

"Floyd. Who's that?"

"I don't know husband," You teased, biting him again as he shook from giggles. "Mama is really excited, plus don't you wanna dance?"

"We can dance in our room."

You kissed him again, barely separating to speak.

"Don't you wanna eat the cake? It's a bunch of surprise flavors mixed together."

"We can tell the caterers to save some."

Another kiss, longer and deeper as you let you hands wander, making Floyd groan.

"We got such nice clothes waiting for us, don't you wanna show it off?"

"Mh..we can…" Floyd knew what you were doing, pressing all close and distracting him with you mouth. He liked when you tried to be sneaky, it was cute. "we…can wear 'em another day…"

This time, when you pulled away, you fluttered kisses on his cheeks, his forehead, his closed eyes, and down his neck.

"Then we can't do the garter toss."

You snorted as Floyd pulled away and squealed.

"You're right! Let's go now!"

Is Floyd even the man you married if he wasn't ready to wreak havoc? Especially havoc involving throwing a piece of lingerie into someone's Riddle's face to laugh at their reddening face?

Poor Jade almost got smacked by the boat as Floyd flipped it back over and swam off with you on his back. No worries though, he found the signed marriage certificate while snooping tiding some documents Floyd left out. He'll wait for the right time to wreak his own havoc.

comments and reblogs appreciated <3

[kvak-kvak]

I was very touched by Rook's dream😭

I love the seventh book

[robo-milky]

[Context]

Self indulgence go!!! After a while, I realized this is basically his ghost marriage fit…

[mochinomnoms]

PTM Question: If Yuu were actually trying to make Jade short circuit, what would they do or say?

Alternatively, PTM Yuu gets nostalgic about an old S/O from their world and a certain eel happens to overhear. Is the result an angry eel, a sulking eel, or an opportunistic one?

Being able to read minds makes these sorts of things much easier, especially for someone as secretive as Jade. Luckily for Yuu, a lot fo Jade's fantasies are relatively easy to feed into, though the more explicit ones are not viable for them most of the time.

Jade's biggest thing is being able to take care of Yuu. I feel that I've stated it so often that it's becoming repetitive, but Jade does really like being depended on! And Yuu can very easily feed into this by giving Jade a sweet tone and asking, “Jade? I'm having trouble, can you pleeease help me? You're always super good at everything!”

It's the pretty sound of their voice and the way they almost give him puppy eyes that basically turn him into this:

I'm positive that someone even edit an image of him with these quote, and it's very correct because Yuu could very much just bat their eyes and get whatever they want from him! He lives to help and serve, just like the Sea Witch! And he just happens to like doing it most with Yuu!

However, if they want to specifically make him short circuit...

“Jade?” Said young man looked up, blinking in surprise at how close you were. Not that he was complaining.

“Yes?”

You shifted in your seat, leaning closer and pushing your notebook towards him.

“Can you explain this part to me? I'm having trouble understanding it, and my potion is coming out wrong.”

Jade's breath ever so slightly hitched, before clearing his throat and moving in to look at your notes. He could smell the citrusy body wash you used.

“Let me see...what flowers are you using? Dandelions and often be confused for cat's ear.”

You leaned over to grab at your materials, though Jade swears he saw you arching your back.

No, they wouldn't, no where other than my imagination...

Jade froze as he felt you place a hand on his arm, displaying a bundle of yellow flowers to him with an innocent expression.

“These, I found them outside Ramshackle since Ruggie always says he picks them for salads, are they not it?”

Jade shook his head, brushing over your hand to bring the flowers closer to him to inspect.

“Hmm, the stems are longer and the petals look hairier, see?” He pointed at a few spots on the flower.

“Oh, damn. I was hoping I wouldn't have to buy supplies...”

Jade chuckled before contemplating if he should offer his own.

Ah, I'm more than happy to help you, my pearl! No need to be cautious, I won't hold it against you, perhaps a kiss in exchange for the flowers, fuhuh~

In the back of his mind, he knew that you knew from experience it was better to struggle a bit than to owe someone from Octavinelle. In the back of his mind, he knew you wouldn't ask him for any sort of favors. You were scared of him, understandable, he admits—

“Do you think I could use some of yours? Do you have any to spare?”

Jade paused, blanking for a moment, before looked down at you. You were awfully cute, looking at him with a pout, and you tapped your fingers together.

“Please Jade? Pleeeease?”

Swallowing a lump in his throat and attempting to fight off the blush he knew was coming on, Jade simply nodded and reached under the table for his bag of materials. As he carefully dug through it, he failed to notice you shuffling closer.

“Here,” Jade reached up with three dandelions carefully wrapped in a cloth in his hand. He felt a spark run up his arm as you wrapped your hand around his, no doubt reaching for the flowers. “I have a few extra you can—”

The moment he turned his head, he failed to realize that you'd been leaning down and had your lips purse to press a kiss against his cheek. Instead, you'd brushed against the corner of his mouth, causing you to gasp and bolt back, Jade freezing.

“Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry! I was—your cheek! And then you turned—I wanted to thank—GAH!”

You held the dandelions to your chest, rushing back to your desk, muttering to yourself. Jade thinks he heard you chastising yourself for not paying attention, but really he couldn't process much, still frozen with his hand hovering in place.

Kiss. That was a kiss. He slowly stood back up, turning to his desk and tidying it up.

Kiss. On my lips. Kiss. They practically kissed my lips.

Like a robot programmed to a schedule, Jade spent most of his day quieter than usual. He went to class, to his shift at the lounge, all without saying anything. Just repeating the scene in his mind.

Floyd was even getting worried at how quiet Jade was, poking and prodding at him for a reaction. His twin followed him into his room, still pushing at Jade to say something.

“Come on Jade! What happened? You're never this quiet unless something happened! Did something happen? Did Mama call about Nana? Did you lose a mushroom or something? Jade! You can't just—”

Jade let himself fall onto his bed, face first, burying himself into the soft pillow and covers.

“Jade?” He felt his bed creak as Floyd carefully crawled up and around him. His voice was much closer now as Floyd leaned down. “You okay?”

Floyd could barely hear Jade as he spoke into the pillow, voice muffled. Jade even started clenching his sheets and kicking his feet. Tilting his head and leaning his ear close to his head, Floyd listened.

“…Oh you fucking sap!” Floyd smacked the back of Jade's head, huffing as Jade finally turned his head and smiled up at him.

“You know I hate when you get quiet! All that over some accidental kiss, dumbass! I thought you broke!”

Jade sighed in bliss, ignoring Floyd's smacks on his side and back.

“I just wish I took advantage of it, but I just froze. How unfortunate...”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

The animations in the new event are killing me its so silly😭😭, like Rooks sprite just standing there in the tram is so goofy LMAO. I hope the devs keep this up for future events it makes it more immersive.

Not the Rook and Baymax PNGS on the moving car 😭

According to Yana, she off-handedly made a comment about how cute it would be if the streetcar could move. Then the developer (I assume f4samurai?) said that they could do it!! And they made it possible www

Twst has been getting increasingly inventive with its (limited) graphics and animations… I noticed the new cut-ins for book 8 and Baymax’s fist bump. They’re really nice touches, and I hope that Twst can keep upping the ante in these little ways.

[alby-rei]

Omgg that’s so nice! Reminds me of Playful Land when Kalim and Jack were on the merry-go-round 😂😂😂😂 this is the next evolution of TWST animation