"for whom my soul loves"

Khun || She/Her || Multi-fandom (Mostly Twst) || Requests Closed (Will be back soon!)

[khunwriting]

Update

TW: Domestic violence

Hello, everyone. My apologies for not having a proper story to post currently. I wanted to give an update and not leave you in the dark. As I did put a trigger warning (while I won't go into deep details), please read at your discretion.

I did mention in a previous post that I did live in an unsafe home, and I've been working to get myself out of that. I originally had plans to move out this spring once I had saved enough funds. However, things took a drastic turn right before the New Years. I won't go into too many details, but a family member physically assaulted me and my partner (who was staying with us at the time). The police were involved, and me and my partner essentially moved across the country the next day to live with his family to ensure our safety as we had no family nor friends in that state.

As things are right now, we are currently in a safe place. We're still tying up loose ends as we suddenly uprooted our lives and are dealing with court dates and lawyers. I'm very sorry for such a heavy update, but please be patient with me as I am dealing with a lot on my plate currently. It's been a very emotional time for me, and I'm sorry that I don't have the drive nor capacity to do a lot right now. If/When things settle down in the next few months, hopefully I'll be back.

For those that sent in requests, I'm so deeply sorry that I haven't gotten to post those fics. I promise I will get to them when things are in a better state for me, but I'm genuinely so sorry that you have been waiting on them. Again, please be patient with me during this time and I will get back to them as soon as I am able to.

I hope anyone that reads this stays safe, strong, and healthy. Best wishes to everyone, and, hopefully, I can talk to you all soon. Until next time.

[khunwriting]

[To Remind You of Home]

Synopsis: You miss spending Christmas at home, but at least you can relive a tradition with Floyd.

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Notes: So, I didn't know much about the NBC: The First Christmas event, aside from the cards (both base and their groovies) and the twistune. However, Floyd's parts in the song (especially the "They kiss? Why that looks so unique,") scratches my brain in the best way possible, which somehow broke through my very long, very exhausting writer's block and made this (which boils down to the different ways Floyd can kiss someone). I did minimal research for the fic, so mild spoilers for the first two books of the event. But happy holidays to everyone! Stay safe and best wishes to you all! :)

Pairing: Floyd Leech x Reader

If someone were to ask you what your favorite holiday was, you’d wholeheartedly answer Christmas in a heartbeat. 

There’s something about Christmas that makes your heart pound with simmering excitement. Honestly, you loved all the traditions and activities that come from such a jolly holiday—like planning out your gift list for all your friends and family, singing carols on the street, or building gingerbread houses. And there’s truly nothing that can beat sitting in front of a cozy fireplace with hot chocolate and warm cookies at your fingertips while a classic Christmas movie plays on the tv. 

Unfortunately, Christmas didn’t seem to be a thing in Twisted Wonderland. When you had asked Ace and Deuce about celebrating the next holiday, they’d give you curious gazes and tell you the next big thing was New Years. Honestly, that made you kinda bummed out since Twisted Wonderland also celebrated Halloween, so you had gotten your hopes up. Since then, you silently resigned yourself to spend the 24th and 25th of December with no celebration and a bad case of homesickness in its place.

So you would’ve never guessed that trying to study for exams would lead you here in Christmas Town, but you weren’t complaining. 

Okay, maybe you did have something to complain about. After all, the circumstances could be a lot better. Frankly, if you didn’t have to deal with a frightening fae dubbed the “King of Desires” and a terrifying monster named Oogie Boogie trying to hijack all the holidays, you’d enjoy your visit significantly more. But alas, nothing ever goes easy for you.

However, you’ll take it all in stride. After all, it was hard to focus on the situation when you’re under the colorful decorations and snow. The nostalgic red and green string lights had you beaming from ear to ear, and the ever familiar scent of freshly baked goods, warm spices, and pine made you feel sentimental. 

And perhaps it was obvious to everyone around you because in spite of their initial plain disbelief towards the holiday itself, none of the guys had been grumbling or making snide comments about it (though maybe Santa mentioning his naughty or nice list had a hand in their behavior).

Still, you easily brushed it off as you explored Christmas Town with all your friends. Decorating the tree had you keeling over with laughter as Ace and Grim teased Deuce for hanging all his decorations on one side before they all inevitably fought over the ornaments. Skating hand in hand with Jack and Cater reminded you of visiting your local skating rink with your friends, and it was all too amusing watching Lilia and Floyd struggle across the sleek ice. Sharing bites of fruitcake, gingerbread cookies, and fudge between Ruggie, Grim, and Rook was delightful, even if it ended with the two gluttons fighting over the last piece of pie. And it was really nice chatting about the festivities (like gift giving and dressing up in Santa hats) with Silver, Ortho, and Kalim, arguably the sweetest souls in NRC. 

It was fun gushing to your friends about the holiday you were ever so fond of, delving into your favorite traditions and participating in some of the activities. Seeing their smiles had you feeling warm and fuzzy inside.

It was familiar. It was comfortable. It was kind. 

It reminded you of home. 

The thought, while initially sweet, had your smile tightening. It’s not like you wanted to feel this way, but remembering your family and friends from your home world brought a certain rawness that you couldn’t quite ignore, even if you were in the company of your close friends. 

Thus, you slipped away from everyone at the first chance you got. While you didn’t stray too far from your friends, there was a sort of loneliness that crept in now that you only had the drifting snowflakes as company. Something about it reminded you of those nights where you sat by the window to watch the snow fall on all the charming decorations in the wee hours of the night; a distinct sense of vulnerability and solitude that you really only felt in those quiet moments.

You didn’t get a chance to really bask in it as you heard the gentle crunch of snow compacting under someone’s boots. The sound was steady as it grew closer to you, and it wasn’t long till you felt someone settle beside you. The familiar scent of sea salt mingled with the peppermint and gingerbread; it was a unique combination but one that you’re quickly growing to love. 

“Whatcha doing by yourself? Thought you’d be running around, seeing how much fun you were havin’,” Floyd’s voice cut through the silence, lilting in a way that could solely belong to him.  

“I just wanted a moment to myself,” You answered softly, keeping your gaze on the carousel spinning nearby. The string lights on it flickered prettily and vaguely reminded you of the one that was set up at your local mall—one that you used to bug your parents to let you ride when you were younger. You quickly shoved that thought to the back of your mind before snapping your head up to your companion, whose eyes were already honed in on you. “Or am I not allowed to have that?” 

“You can but not too long. It’s not fun without ya,” He said before flashing a wide grin. However, his smile slipped away as his dual-colored eyes narrowed the longer he looked at you. After a few beats, he straightened to his full height, an unsettling frown replacing his typical lax expression. “What’s wrong?” 

At that moment, you should’ve known the eel-mer would’ve caught onto your gloomy mood. Despite his mercurial moods, Floyd was rather perceptive when he wanted to be, and now was one of those times.

“Nothing’s wrong, Floyd,”

“You’re lying,” And Floyd had no problem calling you out as his eyelids drooped half-way. You could already see his mood shifting, the bright gleam in his hues dulling into a predatory glare. “Did someone say somethin’? Tell me and I’ll squeeze them,” 

“Nobody said anything,” You reassured with a small, albeit sad smile. It was only then did the second-year’s rigid form go slack, signaling you to continue on. “I...I'm just a little sad,” 

“Huh? I thought you were havin’ fun. You were all smiley when you were telling us about all the Christmas stuff…” Floyd trailed off. It took a few seconds, but a flicker of recognition flashed in his eyes. He let out a little knowing hum before reaching out with grabby hands. “Aw, ya miss home? Why didn’t you say so?”  

Floyd didn’t give you a chance to respond as he pulled you towards him. Your face was buried into his chest, and your cool nose began to warm against his chilled jacket. It was just then did you realize how cold you were till you felt Floyd’s body heat radiate from underneath his patchwork clothes. Without any fuss, you leaned into him to leech off some of that warmth while the taller twin absentmindedly swayed the two of you. There was no rhyme nor reason to his rocking, and, while it didn’t take the pain away—if it would ever go away—it eased the slight hitch in your breathing.

The mer let out a pleased noise when the tension in your shoulders slowly dissipated and you ended up slumping against his bigger frame. He had no trouble taking all of your weight; in fact, he adjusted his stance to hold you easier and you can practically sense the satisfied grin that he was probably carrying on his handsome face. You don’t know how long you stood in the snow with Floyd, but, eventually, he shifted and made a curious hum. The second-year leaned down close to your ear, calling your name in a sweet manner.

“Hey, what’s this?” Hearing this, you moved your head to the side to see what he was talking about. Further down the snowy path were two elves standing in one of the house’s doorways. It seemed like they were just about to head inside before they noticed the small green plant tied in a pretty red bow dangling from the above. 

“Oh, that’s a mistletoe,” You replied as you both watched the two elves’ faces grow excited. They were beaming brightly with ruby cheeks before one leaned to press a sweet kiss on the other elf’s lips, causing them to giggle softly. 

“And why are they kissin’ underneath it?” The mer questioned, not bothering to mask the weirded out inflection in his voice. You chuckled at his tone while the two elves retreated back into the warm comfort of their home. 

“It’s tradition. Basically, if two people are underneath the mistletoe, you have to kiss. And if you refuse, it’s considered bad luck,” You raised a hand to point to the sprig of mistletoe, causing the eel’s gaze to follow suit. “See the little berries? People have to pluck one berry off for each kiss, and, if you kiss till all the berries are off, it’s considered good fortune. But most people don’t do that anymore,” 

“Eh? You guys have something weird like that…?” Floyd snorted, squishing you closer to him. Despite his obvious disbelief, he continued staring at the little sprig with mild interest. With a single blink, his expression suddenly lit up and he wordlessly unwrapped his arms in favor of holding your hand instead. 

“Uh…What are we doing?” You asked while the massive mer dragged you towards the house, only to stop in the doorway. When you tilted your head up, you were met with the sight of Floyd's sharp grin with the dainty mistletoe brushing the top of his head. There was something about the way his eyes shimmered and how the string lights created a colorful halo behind him that you were momentarily stunned. 

“Now we have to kiss,” 

“H-Huh?!” The moray only snickered at your flustered yell as he reached up to smoosh your face inbetween his gloved hands, forcing your lips to pucker before releasing you with a barking laugh. 

“Yeah, and you can’t say no, right? Or else you’re gonna get bad luck, and you don’t want that, do ya? It’s tradition!” He cackled. The eel-mer gestured to the sprig of mistletoe, pointing at the little cluster of red berries. “And look at that—Six berries, so six kisses!” 

You could feel a flurry of butterflies twisting in your stomach at the thought of sharing kisses with Floyd, who looked rather excited about the prospect. Yet you couldn’t find the strength to deny him, even if your heart hammered against your ribcage at an alarming pace.

“Fine, but only because it’s tradition, okay?” Hearing this, Floyd nodded enthusiastically. So, you took a deep inhale, doing your best to steady your nerves as the mer across from you thrummed in anticipation. Once you deemed yourself ready, you gave the second-year the go ahead. 

Immediately, your partner took your face back into his hands. The fabric of his gloves were cold against your cheeks, but you didn’t focus on that for very long. Not when you could feel his breath fanning across your face. Not when sea salt was the only thing you could smell. Not when he stared at you with such an unwavering gaze. 

He leaned in. 

You imagined the constrictive moray would swoop in, greedily taking kisses all while stealing your oxygen, but that wasn’t what happened. Instead, he leaned in, pressing his lips to your forehead. He didn’t move back right away. No, he lingered there, letting his affection pour into you as he cradled your face ever so gently. 

When Floyd pulled away after a few moments, there was a rather cheeky grin stretched across his face as you openly gawked at the tall mer. The persisting sensation of his kiss made your skin tingle and your face grew hot underneath his gloved palms. Still, the tall eel removed one hand in favor of reaching up to the sprig of mistletoe above him.

“Five more!” The two words came out so playfully while Floyd easily plucked one of the ruby berries off the stem. He made a show of slipping the fruit into one of his pockets before tilting closer to you once more. This time he planted a peck in the middle of your right cheek. Unlike the kiss prior, this one was a quick one and his lips smooshed against your skin, sounding out a loud “Mwah!” as he kissed you. 

“Four more kisses!” was quickly followed by another berry getting picked from the bunch. The next kiss had the eel’s head tipping the opposite way, adjusting his angle so he can give your left cheek a similar kiss: this time directly on your cheekbone right beneath your eye. “Gotta even it out or else one side of your face will get too heavy,” 

“Will it now?” You tried to play along in a poor attempt to hide how embarrassed you’ve gotten. Luckily, Floyd just leaned back with a scoff. His expression had twisted into an incredulous scrunch, almost as if he was personally offended by what you asked. 

“Obviously!” You laughed at the overdramatic eye roll Floyd did at your clearly foolish question. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards as the third berry quickly joined the others in his pocket. Now tired of cupping your face, Floyd’s hands drifted down to your hips. In one fluid motion, he tugged you closer while swooping down to plant a smooch on the tip of your nose. However, that didn’t last long as he opened his mouth to nip at the cartilage. You let out a tiny squeak upon feeling the points of his teeth, to which the second-year just giggled in response. He replaced his teeth with his own nose, nuzzling his to yours with a cute grin. “Okay, that’s three more,” 

Floyd slowly dragged his nose down your face, blindly reaching above him for one of the few berries left. You weren’t trying to be too loud, but snickers kept escaping as you watched your eel miss each swipe—to which your partner ghosts his teeth against your skin in retaliation. Having watched the mer struggle long enough, you batted his arm down.

“I’ll get it,” You had to get on your tip toes and use the second-year as leverage, but you picked the fruit off. Instantly, he grabbed it and shoved it into his pocket, nearly bursting it in the process. Yet Floyd didn’t seem too concerned as he latched back onto you, burying his face into your neck. There he placed a forceful kiss under your jawline, lingering on your pulse. Then, without warning, he blew a very loud raspberry. “Floyd!”

An unrefined snort from you filled the air as the vibrations against your throat tickled. You could feel him smiling against your skin, his own chuckles mingling with yours. Gradually, Floyd straightened to his full height with bright eyes. His dual-colored eyes swept upwards towards the mistletoe above. Wordlessly, he grabbed the second to last fruit and fixed his gaze back to you.

“Last one,” Floyd’s voice dipped low and deep—eerily similar to the dark depths of the Coral Sea. Though he appeared laid-back, there was no missing the settling tension now that there was only one kiss left. The moray eel’s eyes were bright yet held a certain gleam that had your heart thumping in anticipation. 

“Then you better make it count,” You whispered. And just like that, Floyd’s golden eye glowed and he dove into you. His mouth crashed against yours almost greedily. It was the exact kiss you imagined Floyd giving you at first, but it was apparent that he was savoring it for this moment. His lips moved in tandem with yours, constantly shifting as if he was finding the best way to pour his devotion into this singular kiss. 

The air from your lungs began to dwindle in Floyd’s relentless kiss. Yet as you made to pull away, the mer’s hands instantly cupped the back of your head, holding you in place. He pressed himself flush against you, ensuring you couldn’t escape from his loving assault.

By the time your head started to fill with dizzying static, the eel-mer finally showed you mercy. Floyd pulled away with rosy cheeks, his chest heaving for oxygen as well. Yet he didn’t seem bothered by it. No, he seemed real pleased with himself as the final berry disappeared into his pants pocket. 

“Look at you, all pink like a little shrimp,” He cooed, drinking in the sight of your flushed face and adorable attempts of regaining air. Slowly, he reached for your hands, his thumbs drawing little circles against your knuckles. Then he dipped towards you with a softer voice and a sweet yet boyish smile. “Feel better now?”

It was then did you recall your feelings prior to Floyd showing up. Before, you were admittedly in a vulnerable state, where home was too far and the longing was incessant. While those feelings felt fierce and burning like a fire, now it felt as if they were barely there—similar to the remaining embers left after snuffing out a fire. Not gone completely but not as heartbreaking as they were before. Instead, you felt different, like a syrupy warmth that settled beside your heart.

And when you looked up at the tall mer in front of you, it was clear why you didn’t feel as homesick as you did before. Because looking at Floyd’s smile had you feeling warm and fuzzy inside.

It was familiar. It was comfortable. It was kind. 

Floyd reminded you of home. 

The thought was utterly sweet, and you couldn’t help but give him an earnest smile. While you still missed your home, you also knew that it wasn't completely out of reach. Because you remembered that you had your own place here with him.

[khunwriting]

I want to say I'm sorry for being gone and not posting a lot of fics in the past couple of months. I try to remain positive and not delve too much into my personal life, but, unfortunately, life has been a little difficult. My home life hasn't been the safest since early June, but I've been doing the best I can in this situation. However, the past few months have gotten worse, and something happened recently that warrants me leaving. Currently, I'm still sorting out the details, but I wanted to let you know the reason why I've been away.

With that said, I've genuinely so sorry to those that sent in requests. I promise that I received them and I have been working on them whenever I have the mental capacity to do so. Please just be patient with me for a little longer and I'll put them out as soon as I get the chance.

Despite it all, I do want to say thank you to all the kind comments and requests you guys have sent in. You guys are genuinely so kind with your comments. There's so many more in the comments and tags (the screenshots are just some that are in my inbox currently), and I'm truthfully glad that so many of you enjoy my work. You guys made my time back in the Twst community so pleasant, and I'm really glad I got back into the game!

There's so many exciting things happening for the fandom with the anime release, Blazing Jewel Live, and exciting events in the game and it's really made life more bearable, as silly as it may sound. I'm very excited to welcome any new fans to the game, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as many of us have! :)

Now for what I think is the prettiest Ruggie card on the EN server! I really wish I gotten this card during its banner run, but Silver's dream card is my fav in the entire game and I—very unfortunately—have to stay strong and ensure I get that card when it comes out. (Though I know that Shore's Celebration is happening this month and I NEED that Jade card.) A part of me thinks his Ivorycliff card is an obvious choice, but also Ruggie has literally no bad card. You could say any of his cards is the prettiest and I'd agree with you. Until next time! :)

[khunwriting]

could you write floyd with a plus-size reader please?? like any headcanons or a little fic with him? i really love the way you write floyd and i just want something warm and soft ^^ ty! <33333

[Request: Unabashed Adoration]

Pairing: Floyd Leech x Reader

Notes: First of all, I'm sorry for the wait! I had a bunch of exams I had to study for so that took up a lot of my time. Luckily, I got through them so I should have more time to write again! Second of all, thank you for the request cause I have so many feelings about this and it really shines here. Out of the Twst cast, I feel like Floyd is one of the characters that thrives with a bigger partner. So I really hope you'll enjoy it! :)

Whenever the topic of types comes up, Floyd can and will openly admit that he adores plus-size people. So what if other people don’t “understand” his preferences? He doesn’t care about what society deems the most beautiful. Floyd likes what he likes, and he’d be damned if someone dictates what he finds attractive. 

As someone that is on the more toned side, Floyd likes the contrast of a chubbier body compared to him. Not only does he find bigger people just more appealing, but the idea of being cuddled up with someone with a larger frame has him on cloud nine. He’s a very physically affectionate person, so he adores the softness that comes with a plus-size partner. 

With that said, when you come to Night Raven with a fuller body and a captivating personality, he’s hooked. It’ll show in his starry-eyed stares and constant attention to you. He’ll actively seek you out—popping into your classrooms, dorm, and anywhere else you frequent at—to the point that everyone’s noticing (and many of your friends are highly concerned on your behalf).

But because he is a cowardly eel, Floyd does not outrightly confess. Instead, he’ll choose a more nonverbal way of expressing his interest. He’ll leave you little gifts in typical mer courting fashion, but he’ll also take any chance to drape himself over your body, cooing in your ear till all of your attention is solely on him. Floyd just hopes you don’t feel the way his heart hammers against his chest or see how his face flushes pink whenever he squeezes you against his body. 

“Hey, hey, I’ve been lookin’ all over the place for ya! Here—Found this rock in the dorm earlier, but look at how pretty and smooth it is. Huh…? ‘Why am I givin’ it to you?’ Hm, just reminded me of ya, so take good care of it, yeah?” 

If you want to be in a relationship with him, you’ll have to be the one to confess or show the most blatant interest in Floyd to get him to profess his adoration for you. The moment that it happens, you’ll end up with a shamelessly love-struck eel on your hands. He’ll brag to anyone listening—regardless if they want to or not—about how you’re dating now. It is simultaneously both the sweetest and most embarrassing thing, but you can’t shut him down when he carries such a toothy grin.

Now that you’re officially together, he will be a lot more handsy with you. More often than not, he’s squishing your face in his palms and curling his arms around your stomach. It does not matter if it’s in the privacy of your dorm or in the middle of the courtyard—If he’s feeling affectionate, best believe he’s getting it out of his system. Don’t forget he’s a slithering eel-mer either; he will wind himself around your body and cling onto you for as long as you’ll allow him. 

And if you ever get self-conscious about your body, Floyd immediately notices. He’s very familiar with insecurities because of Azul. The mer knows all the cues, both loud and subtle, so he’ll catch onto it before you even verbalize your thoughts. However, this doesn’t mean he’s the best at comforting you. He’ll make comments in a similar manner he does with Azul, which sometimes doesn’t ease away the doubts. 

Eventually, Floyd chooses to show his love, rather than attempt to vocalize it. He’ll end up scooping you into his arms with his hands splaying across your most insecure spots, just to prove he’ll accept every inch of you. Every self-deprecating thing that comes from your mouth will be kissed away till you can’t stop smiling under his lips. Floyd loves you wholly and unabashedly, and he won’t hesitate to remind you that every chance he gets.

Floyd sat reclined on a tiny bench, scrolling away on his phone. The sound from his phone filled the silence he sat in, though the videos on his screen didn’t retain his attention for very long. Occasionally, his dual-colored eyes would dart up towards the fitting room, looking for any sort of movement. Yet when none appeared, Floyd’s lips pursed into a further pout while he put his phone down.

“How much longer are ya gonna be?” Floyd whined out, his voice easily carrying in the relatively silent clothing shop. The mer slumped further into his seat when he didn’t get a response immediately, a clearly agitated expression overtaking his face. “C’mon, it can’t take this long to change,” 

For a few moments, the silence lingered heavily in the air. Then there was a slight shuffle from behind the curtain, something the second-year instantly honed in on. Slowly, your face peered out from behind the curtain while the rest of your body remained hidden out of view. Still, Floyd immediately perked up and a wide, sharp grin stretched across his face upon seeing you.

“There ya are! Are you done yet?” He asked eagerly while he sat back up. However, his excitement began to ebb away as he noticed your body language—such as the way your eyebrows slightly pinched together or how you chewed on the inside of your lip. The cues, while subtle to others, were glaringly obvious to the eel-mer, causing his mood to shift. His eyes narrowed into a glare, subconsciously sitting up to his full height. “Let me see,”

“Floyd…” You trailed off, your gaze already settled towards the ground. However, Floyd called your name in that rare, serious tone he used, and your will easily crumbled. So, with some hesitation, you stepped out from the fitting room.

Without anything obscuring you, Floyd was able to take in the new outfit you were trying on, and any thoughts he had flew out of the window. You were wearing something he picked out: A colorful, short-sleeved button up with complimenting pants. It was a simple attire (and, more importantly, one that matched with an outfit Floyd already had in his closet), yet you wore it effectively. The shirt clung to your torso, showcasing your body nicely while the pants flared out in comparison, creating a pleasant contrast. 

Already, Floyd mentally patted himself on the back for suggesting shopping for this week’s date; not only does he get the opportunity to dress you up, his mind was already churning with ideas on how to spruce up the outfit in a more stylish and tasteful way—A bucket hat in this color would look real nice on you. Maybe you could wear some bracelets or a necklace to add some more oomph. Oh, he should paint your nails this way and do your makeup like that to accentuate your eyes. 

Just the thought of getting you all dolled up had his heart thudding rapidly behind his ribcage.

Unfortunately, you were too preoccupied with your clothes, not noticing the way his pupils already turned into tiny hearts or the silly, smitten smile stretched across his face. No, you were too busy with how the shirt was a bit tighter than what you normally preferred. It seemed to highlight some of the more insecure parts of your body, and you couldn’t help but hyperfocus on it.

“Maybe I should get a bigger size…” You mumbled, tugging at the shirt uncomfortably. Your dejected tone snapped the moray eel out of his stupor, causing him to frown deeply. He instantly got up, pocketing his phone into his pocket before standing in front of you in a few steps. 

“Nah, I like seeing everythin’,” He huffed, lightly batting your hands away from your stomach. The mer’s hands settled around your hips, and he tugged you towards him. You were pressed up flushed against his front as the eel squeezed your body closer. “You’re all squishy and soft like a little blobfish,”

“Oh…”

In spite of his attempt to cheer you up, the frown on your face only deepened and your pretty hues dimmed. If anything, you looked a bit more dejected. Seeing your saddened expression had something twisting in Floyd's chest, greatly souring his mood due to his own mistake. 

He had to make things better.

“But I don’t like—,” You didn't have a chance to finish your sentence before Floyd swooped in with a rather rough kiss on your lips. You could feel his sharp teeth nipping at your bottom lip, causing you to squeak in response, which only made the eel-mer press closer to you. The intensity behind his kiss alone left you breathless; he seemed so devoted to showering you in affection that when your boyfriend pulled away, your head was beginning to turn fuzzy. You could barely stammer something out while trying to regain your composure. “F-Floyd, you—!” 

Yet once more, Floyd didn’t allow another word to slip past before his lips were on yours. Every attempt to speak up was cut off by a kiss that tried to render you speechless. One by one, your efforts were dashed easily and relentlessly until only embarrassed whines were all that you could muster and you could only focus on the second-year before you. 

So by the time Floyd pulled away, you were in a completely flustered daze. Your now wobbly smile became prettily plump and had a light shimmer from the little nibbles he scattered in between kisses. There was a smug yet pleased air around the tall mer—something akin to a predator successfully capturing its prey into its pharyngeal jaws—as he reached up to thumb the corner of your mouth. 

“We’re getting these, ‘kay?” Floyd hummed in a tone that left little room for any arguments, not that you couldn’t respond anyways. Still, a wide smirk slithered across his lips before he pressed a loud smooch on your head paired with an exaggerated ‘Mwah!’. “I’ll be back! Just wait right here!” 

Minutes later when you finally regained some semblance of your senses back, Floyd was long gone, taking both your insecurities and tags from your new clothes with him. All he left behind was the persisting sensation of his lips on yours to keep you company until he returned.

[khunwriting]

WOAH THO happy birthday!!!! IF I UNDERSTOOD THE BIRTHDAY TWIN COMMENT RIGHT.................. hope it was a good day regardless!!!! may u be swarmed with love and appreciation and covered in all the good foods u like!!!

Oh, thank you so much!! You’re genuinely so sweet for this message. 🥹❤️ And it is my birthday today—me and Ace are birthday twins! When I found out we had the same birthday, I developed a silly soft spot for our card soldier. I’m very pleased with how today went, and I truly hope your day had been wonderful as well!! ☺️

And here’s a screenshot of when I opened the game today! I never played Twst on my birthday before so I was surprised when I got greeted by Floyd. This made me laugh when I went through it (Floyd is such a bug at times. I love him so much), and it did make my day a bit brighter.

[khunwriting]

[Blanketed in Tender Warmth]

Synopsis: Ace wakes up trapped between you, Deuce, and Grim.

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Okay, this isn't a request (don't worry, I am working on them!) but I needed to write a little fic for my birthday twin! I have a soft spot for Ace, and I just had to make something for him. :) Side note, the characters are in their second year.

Pairing: Ace Trappola x Reader x Deuce Spade; Platonic! Grim x Reader/Ace Trappola/Deuce Spade

The first thing Ace noticed when he woke up was how unbelievably dry his mouth was. The uncomfortable cottonmouth caused the card soldier to internally groan, and no matter how desperately he tried to wet his mouth, the sensation never got better. So without much choice, the second-year sat up. 

Or at least he attempted to.

Ace noted with a drowsy blink that there was a distinct warm heaviness scattered across his body, forcing him to remain laying down. A quick survey of his surroundings showed that he was completely covered—Though not by the blanket, seeing as that had somehow been kicked off to the foot of the bed.

Instead, he was shielded by several body parts and an entire direbeast. You were burrowed into his right side with one of your legs swung over his to intertwine with Deuce’s, who laid on Ace’s left side, and slung an arm across his waist. Deuce laid on his back but had his right arm awkwardly slanted over the redhead’s left shoulder to his right hip, almost like a seatbelt. And sprawled across his torso, Grim practically laid deadweight across Ace’s chest and Deuce’s right arm, snoring loudly into the night. 

In other words, Ace was completely stuck. 

“Guys, I’m thirsty,” He groaned quietly, both wanting to get rid of the dryness in his mouth but also trying not to disturb anyone else entirely. Naturally, Ace didn’t receive a response, only furthering his sleepy frustration. Without much choice, the heart card soldier shifted his left arm to nudge his dormmate awake. “Juice, scoot over,” 

“I’ll take an omelet,” The spade card soldier grumbled in response. Ace watched his face twitch into a mildly displeased frown before Deuce turned his head away from him. “No bell peppers please,”

“Grab that muffin too…” Grim suddenly slurred from Ace’s chest. A deadpanned expression contorted the second-year’s expression as he immediately tilted his head to stare incredulously between the two. 

“Are you guys in the same dream or something?” He huffed, both in exasperation and amusement. As a last resort, Ace craned his head to whisper your name. When you didn’t react, he kept trying with each attempt getting slightly louder. It took a few tries until he earned a wispy whine from you. “Hey, I need to get water,” 

For a few moments, the redhead believed you wouldn’t move. Yet by some miracle and perhaps the Queen of Heart’s blessing, you retracted your limbs from his body and turned the other way. Giddy, Ace used his now free side to carefully scoop Grim onto Deuce’s torso. Luckily, the direbeast didn’t stir awake, only repositioning to curl up into a little ball while the spade soldier wrapped his right arm around Grim, almost as if unconsciously securing the little beast against his body. 

Ace, now free, carefully sat up. He scooted towards the foot of the bed and hissed upon planting his feet on the cool wooden floor. From his many nights of sleeping over in the rickety dorm, Ace knew which spots didn’t creak and was careful maneuvering as he made his way out of the bedroom. 

Upon stepping out into the hallway, the once cozy warmth that encompassed Ace’s body began to fade away. A chilly draft—probably seeping in from one of the many cracks in the windows—settled in its place, only forcing the student to burrow into his hoodie with a minor shiver. Already wanting to retreat back to the bed, Ace wasted no time walking down the steps towards the kitchen.

The dorm was encased in a rare and gentle hush. There were no eerie creaks or ghoulish whistling that echoed throughout the haunted building. It wasn’t often that the ghosts were quiet, not that they weren’t doing it out of rudeness or spite, but they lived in the dorm alone for so long that old habits were hard to break. Yet on this particular night, the ghosts were being mindful of their hauntings that night.

And the reason for that took the shape of the chaotic mess in the lounge area. Standing in the entrance, Ace eyed the room, a sleepy smile gracing his face at the mayhem splayed everywhere. Confetti from already popped poppers sprinkled across the furniture and ground, and there were tufts of colorful tissue paper from opened bags and wrapping paper gathered in a haphazard pile off to the side. On the uneven coffee table were all of the birthday gifts and a finished board game that they didn’t bother putting away. 

All the remnants of the surprise party that was thrown for Ace. 

And what a surprise it was cause when Ace woke up that morning, he had assumed it would’ve been the typical birthday tradition as it was the year prior. Nothing was different as the day went on; he got dressed up in his birthday outfit, had his birthday interview, then went to a party back in Heartslabyul once it was all done. So, safe to say he was caught off-guard once the celebration ended, and you, Deuce, and Grim dragged him to Ramshackle with Riddle bidding the four of you farewell with a pleasant yet knowing smile. 

Imagine the delighted shock the redhead felt when he stepped into Ramshackle to see it dolled up with streamers, balloons, and a banner that read “Happy Birthday Ace!”. Covering the coffee table were several snacks, wrapped gifts and bags, and a two-tiered cake just waiting for him. Something about seeing the decorations, gifts, and birthday cake—that he later found out all three of you had baked with Trey’s careful guidance over the phone, and Ace’d be lying if he didn’t feel the slightest bit touched that his upperclassman took time out of his important internship to help with his birthday cake—left him feeling completely warm.

Though reflecting back, maybe the cozy feelings stemmed from the three of you. It must’ve been when Grim nudged over a large party bag that was full of canned tuna with an earnest smile so wide it could’ve split his furry face in half. Maybe it’s from the way you spoonfed him the homemade birthday cake as some of the frosting smeared on his lips, causing you to wipe it away with a doting giggle. Or perhaps it was when Deuce leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek, wishing Ace a happy birthday with rosy cheeks and a bashful smile. 

And to think that you’d only known each other for a year. Around this time last year, your little group barely made acquaintances and were still navigating your friendship. Now, with all of you being in your second-year, Ace couldn’t imagine life without any of you in it. 

Grim was his best bud. Despite how careless and quick into trouble the direbeast can get, he still wormed his way into a special spot in Ace’s life. Watching him grow into a better mage and maturing into someone not as chaotic under your guidance made the card soldier’s heart swell in something similar to pride. He was still good ole Grim with his bottomless stomach and selfish tendencies, but he was Ace go-to companion for the little reprieves and laughter when life was beginning to weigh down. 

Deuce, his dorky punk of a dormmate, became someone Ace never thought he’d be so attached to. He was brash and ditsy to a fault, but he was still that loveable idiot that pushed himself into being an honors student. No matter how chaotic school life got, Deuce was the consistent presence in Ace’s day to day life. Whether it was dorm meetings, classes, or getting ready for bed, Ace knew he could just glance across the room and Deuce would be within reach. And being able to wake up, look across the room to see Deuce in his messy-haired and bleary eyed glory brought a daily comfort that Ace didn’t know he needed. 

And you? In spite of all the trouble he caused you or the mean-spirited comments he made at the beginning of your relationship, you still stuck to his side. You held his hand in his weak moments, comforted him in low times, and smiled with him during the highs. Ace could only silently admit that he was happy you hadn’t found a way home yet. As awful as it was to think, you had become such an integral part of his everyday life that if you were to return home without a way back to Twisted Wonderland...Well, Ace tries not to think about that.

There was just something more sentimental when it came to your little group. Maybe it’s because you all had been stuck with the broken chandelier situation that very first day of school, but it wasn’t the same relationship Ace had with his upperclassman or even the other first years. Granted, he is still friendly with them, but something ran deeper when it came to the four of you; something irreplaceable that only you four could truly call yours. 

Just thinking of you all had Ace yearning for the comfort of the bedroom. 

With a lingering glance, Ace made his way to the kitchen. He passed the leftover snacks that laid covered on the counter and went straight to the cupboard to grab a glass. Then he opened the fridge to fill his cup with the filtered water you kept in there. (The filtered pitcher was courtesy from Vil, who nearly flipped out once he realized you drank straight from the tap during their stay when practicing for the VDC. With how poor Ramshackle was before the much needed repairs, it was valid for the actor to react as such, but it never fails to make the second-year laugh when he remembers the horrified expression from back then). 

Once the last drop of the water slipped into Ace’s lips, the card soldier let out a relieved sigh as the previous cottonmouth had finally disappeared. Now that the irritating problem was solved, drowsiness began to creep in again. Unable to stifle an exaggerated yawn, Ace shuts the fridge door and sets the empty glass in the sink.

From there, it’s a silent journey back to the bedroom. There’s still a persistent chill in the air, and another harsh shiver racks through Ace’s body as he quickly bypasses the lounge and heads up the stairs. With the beckoning lure of the bed calling to him like a siren, Ace sneaks back into the bedroom. Just as he clicks the door behind him, the second-year hears a gentle stirring from the middle of the room. 

“Ace…?” A soft, drowsy voice whispered into the dim room. Ace glanced over his shoulder to see you propping yourself up, nearly wobbling from how tired you were. Even in the dark, you sent him an adorable pout and furrowed brows. Your expression had him internally melting at the sight of and it showed in how quickly his lips curved upwards. “Come back to bed…”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” He answered back with a little chuckle. Ace shuffled across the room and carefully settled back into his spot without nudging the other two awake. As soon as he laid back down, you immediately clung onto him. You swung your leg over Ace's body to hook it around Deuce's once more and curled your arm around the redhead's waist, earning a fond huff from him. “Comfy?”

You let out a dwindling hum and buried your face into his side. It wasn’t long till you were snoring softly once again, causing Ace to roll his eyes affectionately. Silently, the card soldier just shimmied more comfortably, being careful not to jostle anyone too much. Once he did, the second-year squeezed his arm underneath Deuce’s, reaching to rest his hand on Grim’s paw—the fur was silky under his hand, all thanks to your diligent grooming. The direbeast subconsciously curled his paw around one of Ace’s fingers, nuzzling his face against the appendage. At the same time, Deuce turned his head and smooshed his face into the red head’s hair, releasing heavy breaths into his head. 

There, Ace laid, squished between all three of you. If he closed his eyes, he could feel his beating heart thump with a tender feeling. It was utterly cozy and filling; something akin to eating a homemade bowl of soup on a cold winter night. It spread throughout his chest, running down his limbs to the tips of his fingers and toes. The chill he felt before no longer existed. Not when affection poured into him from all sides. Not when home was just within arm’s reach. 

Basking in the warmth, Ace closed his eyes, allowing sleep to take him back into its gentle embrace once more.

[khunwriting]

Hello! i really love your writing so i was wondering if you coudl write for sebek, floyd, ace, and deuce (separate or only sebek since he's my fav!) with a deaf reader? like she's been deaf since birth and communincates through sign language and pen and paper and the boys interact with her? if you could, that would be amazing! Tytytytytyty!!! >.<

[Request: At Your Fingertips]

Pairing: Ace Trappola x Reader; Deuce Spade x Reader; Sebek Zigvolt x Reader; Floyd Leech x Reader (separate)

Notes: Hello! I'm sorry for the wait! I haven't written for most of these characters, but hopefully I did them justice. I'm also not hard of hearing nor deaf, so please forgive me for any inaccuracies. I did my best to research sign language (specifically ASL in this case), but please let me know if there's any mistakes or if something is considered offensive. Still, I hope you enjoy!

Ace Trappola

When Ace first met you, he thought you were an easy target to pick on since you were a magicless janitor stuck at a magic academy with no idea who the Great Seven were. It was absolutely hilarious to him, and he couldn’t help but make fun of you for it. However, you never reacted to his teasing remarks or smarmy grin. Instead, you looked at him with a consistent frown and furrowed brows, and that made him more irritated than anything else. 

It wasn’t until much later, after destroying the chandelier, it is known that you are deaf and aren’t from Twisted Wonderland. There’s a shock of realization that splashes over him and creeping guilt that leaves him feeling rather shameful, though he won't voice it (or at least not until much, much later).

After becoming your friend, he does his best to adapt in order to communicate with you. Immediately, Ace and Deuce get you a notebook so you can communicate with them. If you can read lips, he makes sure to face you clearly and is more mindful to talk slower. 

Once he notices you use sign language, you can bet that he bugs you to teach him some, especially if it’s mean spirited. He tends to use them against other people—more often than not, it’s the other first years or Riddle—when they piss him off.

Ace really enjoys learning sign language from you as it feels like he has a special connection with you that not a lot of other people will get to have. He’s particularly fond of moments when he can look across the room and still be able to communicate with you, regardless of where you are.

The shrill squeaks of shoes skidding across the laminated floor and the constant thuds of the basketball echoed throughout the gym. The smell of sweat filled the air and the blaring red timer kept counting down, increasing the growing tension between the basketball players. 

Despite it being an exhibition match against RSA, the grudge NRC held between the two schools left little space to leave it just a ‘friendly’ match—especially when their rival was up by several points—and it really showed in the aggravated scowls and aggressive plays the basketball club carried out. Quite a few players on their side had already been given yellow cards, but that didn’t deter the NRC students. 

Truly, anything was clear to get a leg up over those stuffy, pampered RSA students.

And there was a sliver of hope that shined down as one of the third-years swiped the ball from one of the RSA forwards. The game had shifted back into their favor as the NRC team switched gears and started to run towards RSA’s basket. As a fast beastman defender crept up on the third-year, he gritted his teeth while he scanned his teammates, ultimately landing on Ace, who was wide open for a shot.

“Ace!” The first-year felt his heart skip a beat as the basketball flew his way. Catching it, Ace took in a sharp intake of breath before bouncing the ball and leaping into the air. With a flick of his wrist, the ball left his grasp. The basketball smoothly soared through the air and hit the rim, earning a staggering gasp from multiple students. Yet Ace didn’t falter. His expression stayed steady as the ball fell back into the net, allowing the NRC team to score.

His teammates let out a resounding yell that intermingled with the rest of the NRC students in the bleachers. A broad grin weaseled its way across the Heartslabyul student’s face as he watched the scoreboard go up by three points on their side. 

Immediately, Ace spun to face the bleachers. His eyes darted around the gym till they landed on his group of friends, sitting a few rows from the front. He instantly honed in on you, who sat in-between Jack and Deuce, and, immediately, his hands began moving. He curled his fingers into his palms with his thumbs still sticking up and pressed them together, rocking his right hand forward and back a few times. Then his hands shifted quickly, going from one sign to another with furrowed brows and a slightly open mouth. 

‘How’d I look?’ Once he ended signing by pointing at himself, Ace waited with a quickened heart as he noticed the bright gleam in your hues. Your lips began to curl upwards as you raised your own hands, pointing at him first before adjusting them into different signs.

‘You looked so cool!’ You had signed back with an earnest smile so wide it matched his. Heat instantly flared up in his cheeks, causing the red head to chuckle under his breath. Did your comment inflate his ego? Oh, absolutely, and judging by deadpanned stares from the other first-years at your side, they could feel the intensely smug aura from several feet away. 

So it came to no one’s surprise when Ace’s hands formed a loosely ‘O’ shape in front of his body before springing his hands open with the palms facing outwards, all while wearing the most shit-eating grin he could muster. 

‘Obviously!’

Deuce Spade

When Deuce first met you, he was admittedly at a loss. First, he nearly gets bulldozed by his own classmate. Then, the direbeast on your shoulder was yelling at him to stop said classmate, but then the direbeast ended up running away so now he has to go catch him? And he does…Which ultimately ends up breaking a really valuable chandelier and leaving him with the most anxiety riddled first day of school. But somehow, throughout all of the chaos, you never once made a sound. No yelling, no questions, not a single peep. Just a frown and a lost look in your eyes. 

Then it all comes out that you’re deaf and not from Twisted Wonderland. Instantly, Deuce feels protective of you. You’re a magicless student thrusted into a world without magic and cannot hear, and with how rowdy NRC can be, you might get caught in some harrowing situations. 

Thus, Deuce tries to act as a buffer between you and other students that don’t understand or know your situation. Knowing how the majority of the student body act, he doesn’t want you to accidentally get sucked into a fight—Though he sometimes gets into brawls on your behalf when some students still try to mess with you.

Unlike Ace, he politely asks that you teach him sign language, but it’s very obvious that he hopes you say yes. To Deuce, it’s a way to understand you better. Sure you could always write out what you want to say, but he wants to be a good friend and communicate in a way that’s more personal to you. 

He doesn’t pick up sign language that fast, and he can get rather clumsy or forget some signs entirely. However, he’s earnest and does his best to communicate with you. More often than not, he’s going to vocally voice what he signs to both help him walk through what he wants to say and to help you see what he’s trying to sign.

Deuce let out a withering sigh as he left class, Professor Crewel’s scoldings still ringing in his ears. Having to stand there for several minutes while the older man digged at him for messing up his work took a lot out of the first-year. While he knew that he wasn’t the smartest student at NRC, something inside Deuce felt like a failure. No matter how much effort he put in, the title of honor student seemed to slip further away from his grasp, and that thought stung much harsher than Deuce would like to admit.

Wanting nothing more than to collapse in his bed, Deuce made his way to the Hall of Mirrors. However, the first-year didn’t anticipate seeing you standing with a Pomefiore third-year on the way there. You appeared to be by yourself and completely empty-handed, which was unlike you. Yet the Heartslabyul student didn’t dwell on it once he noticed the utterly lost look on your face as the third-year student spoke animatedly to you, his lips moving too fast for you to pick up what he was saying. Immediately, Deuce springs into action, practically sprinting to your side. 

“Excuse me!” Deuce yells out, stepping in your field of vision while startling the Pomefiore student. “They’re deaf, so they might not understand what you’re asking!” 

“O-Oh! I was just wondering if they joined a club yet,” The third-year stammers out as he glanced between the two of you. The card soldier peered over his shoulder at you, who looked up at him with a more hopeful expression, and the sight caused his heart to thud against his chest. 

“Um, I can translate for you,” Deuce offered to the other student, causing him to nod his head. With that, Deuce turned to face you fully, but he hesitated—Clearly trying to figure out what he was trying to sign before he went through with it. It was only when you shot him an encouraging smile did Deuce begin moving his hands.

Deuce pointed at the Pomefiore student with his index finger before hooking his finger and gesturing it towards you. With his right hand, he folded his pinky, ring, and thumb together while keeping his pointer and middle finger extended and together. His left hand curved into a ‘C’ shape, and he brought his right hand into his left hand. Then slowly, his right hand cycled through different motions, steadily signing different letters.

“He’s asking if you joined a club,” Deuce spoke both slowly and softly, watching you with bated breath. Relief washes over the freshman as he watches realization settle over you. Your gaze darted to the other student and nodded before returning to face Deuce. Your dominant hand raised and you began mimicking his previous motions by individually spelling out a word. It took a minute, but he brightened significantly once he figured out what you were spelling

“They said they’re in the gastronomy club!” Deuce exclaimed, his voice coming out a touch loud but downright excited. After many thanks and multiple apologies sent your way, the Pomefiore student quickly took his leave. 

‘You okay?’ Deuce signed to you once it was just the two of you. Immediately, you nodded and raised a flat hand to your mouth. You then tilted it forward to him, mouthing the corresponding words as you did it.

‘Thank you,’ The moment your signing registered in the card soldier’s mind, Deuce’s face instantly erupted in a bright red. It didn’t help when you giggled so sweetly afterwards, most likely finding his expression amusing. 

But in spite of his flustered state, Deuce found his previous worries had faded into the background now that he stood across from you. They didn’t go away completely, but his insecurities didn’t feel as heavy as they did before. Cause when you looked at him with such a sincere smile, it felt like this was the one thing he could do right.

Floyd Leech

When Floyd met you—not including the brief meeting before the Spelldrive tournament—and walked up to your little shoal in the lunchroom, he was incredibly amused. You were just so jumpy! It was like you didn’t hear his loud footsteps or noticed his presence until he was practically on top of you. It was so funny, watching your expression turn into shock as he hovered above you with a wide, toothy grin.

Then Mackerel stepped in and yelled at him for approaching you from behind, followed by Crabby elbowing him hard in the side. That really got Floyd’s attention because why can’t he? Then he learns you can’t hear, and there’s so many questions bursting from inside him. Please tell him everything. 

Whether you tell him or he digs it out of Ace, Floyd finds himself incredibly intrigued by the whole situation. In the sea, you wouldn’t make it very long without hearing, so it’s interesting to see how you go about your day to day life without one of your five senses.

After Azul’s overblot and you two are on much better terms, Floyd “asks” (though it’s more like a demand) you to teach him sign language once he catches you signing with your friends. He catches on rather quickly, and you find that Floyd signs perfectly despite learning it in such a short amount of time.

From then on, the way Floyd interacts with you depends on his mood. On occasion, he still enjoys scaring you, but he is more mindful about approaching you from behind if you put your foot down on setting that boundary. Floyd also tends to switch how he communicates with you; one day, it’s sign language and the next day, he might just speak to you verbally. The only thing consistent is that your friends will often find his drawings scattered across your pages.

It was one of those rare days where Floyd didn’t have a shift at the Mostro Lounge nor did he have a club meeting, but, instead of enjoying his time off, the eel-mer was forced to do schoolwork—All because Professor Red Squid has been hounding him for the past week or so about an overdue project. While Floyd would’ve brushed it off, there was the looming threat of being held back a grade and a call from his mama that had him begrudgingly heading to the library.

Instead of the absolute despair that should’ve washed over him once he stepped foot into the library, Floyd found himself perking up upon seeing you sitting at one of the tables. He wasn’t necessarily quiet when he bee-lined towards you, if the looks he got said anything about it, but you continued to hunch over your textbook with an adorably focused stare.

“Shrimpy!” Floyd sang, draping himself over your shoulder. He could feel you jolt in your seat, but you quickly relaxed upon realizing it was him. There was a small but fond grin as you peered up at him with a signed ‘Hello’ to him. 

And just like that, the second-year plopped down in the seat beside you. While at first, Floyd was more than happy to procrastinate his schoolwork in favor of talking with you, a text from Jade asking how his task was going was enough to dampen his mood once again. When you noted his deep frown, the mer had groaned about the overdue project. As he finished complaining, the eel watched you pull your notebook out and hastily scribbled on it before sliding it his way. 

‘Why don’t we work together? You can start your project while I do my own homework. That way you don't have to do it alone!’

Floyd blinked at the words on the page. Any other person would’ve gotten a nasty sneer sent their way at the sheer audacity, but since it was you—with your bright eyes and saccharine smile—Floyd was mighty unwilling to say no. 

Thus, the mer started on his history project while you continued with your astrology homework. While it wasn’t the most thrilling thing, the second-year found the task more bearable with you at his side. Even when his patience waned at times, you didn’t hesitate to reign him back in. You started to write little encouraging words in your notebook that would cheer him up, and it somehow made the once boring task doable.

So when the eel noticed your growing frustration directed at your worksheet, Floyd felt the need to return the favor. Wordlessly, he grabbed your notebook and began doodling. It took a few minutes, but once he was finished, Floyd tapped on your shoulder. 

Floyd eagerly watched you lean close to peer down at your notebook. Across the white page was a crude drawing of what looked like Riddle yelling at Ace, Deuce, and Grim. The four of them were rather childlike, and you liked the comically terrified expression on your friends’ face as they ran from the housewarden, whose two strands of hair stood straight up in anger.  

The discouraged frown on your face quickly faded away, and a little giggle escaped from your lips. It was soft and barely audible, but Floyd honed in on the tiny sound. It wasn’t often the taller twin heard you laugh, but it never failed to cause a pleasant warmth to spread throughout his body.

With a sharp grin, Floyd leaned into your field of vision. As he caught your attention, the second-year raised his left hand to his chin. His thumb is sticking out as his index and middle finger brush against his chin before flicking them down into his palm. 

Upon registering what the mer signed, your eyes grew wide and you immediately smothered your face into your hands in a flustered attempt to hide your expression. Floyd lets out a raspy giggle at the sight and he reaches over to pry your arms away from your face. It was easy to tug your arms into his hands, and the eel-mer would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy seeing the rosy tint to your cheeks. 

If he knew you’d react this way, Floyd should call you cute more often.

Sebek Zigvolt

When Sebek first met you, he was more than ready to force you to apologize to Malleus. How dare you refer to the revered heir of Briar Valley as ‘Hornton’!? Just seeing that name scrawled across your notebook has a vein throbbing in his forehead and a righteous fury brewing within him. A part of him is abundantly pleased at the wide-eyed, fearful expression as he really digs into you for calling his liege as such.

…What do you mean you’re allowed to call Malleus that? What do you mean that you can’t hear any of his words? He’s frightening you? Why is he getting pulled away by Silver while Malleus is apologizing on his behalf? This is all terribly wrong.  

It’s not until Lilia scolds him later on does he understand your situation. He doesn’t necessarily feel bad about yelling at you, but he definitely feels more embarrassed that Malleus had to apologize to you about his behavior. If anything, Sebek feels more awkward around you.

As he’s known for his strong voice, Sebek finds himself at a loss on how to get his words across to you. More often than not, he tends to grow quieter around you and relies on your notebook and pen to communicate to you—though it doesn’t feel quite right to him. He much prefers looking at you when communicating, rather than staring at a paper to convey his thoughts.

When he watches others closer to you use sign language, there’s a growing frustration that stirs inside him. And since Sebek is very open with his emotions, Lilia, Malleus, and Silver immediately notice his envy towards your other friends and do their best to help him. 

The morning sun streamed through the open windows of the hallway, cascading a gentle light on Sebek as he walked briskly through the corridors. His hardened gaze scanned the hallways, weaving in between still tired students that eyed him warily. Yet he didn’t pay them any mind—Not when he was too focused on the task at hand.

It was minutes later did he finally find the target of his search. You were just entering through the mostly empty main entrance of the school. Oddly enough, there was no Grim or other first-years at your side, but Sebek wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

“Ah, prefect!” He says instinctively, straightening his back. You were occupied with sleepily rubbing your eyes to notice him, but Sebek didn’t mind. He continued making his way to you, making sure to stay within your line of sight while ignoring how his blood rushed through his veins. 

The first-year was halfway to you when you finally opened your eyes. Immediately, your gaze landed on him and a darling smile graced your face. You crossed the distance to meet the half-fae in the middle while taking out your notebook and pen out of the bookbag slung over your shoulder. It was when the two of you were a foot apart did you quickly scribble across the paper. After a few seconds, you flipped the notebook over so he could read it. 

There, covering the sheet was your handwriting—Distinct and wholly yours. ‘Good morning, Sebek!’ filled the white page, and it was enough to have his heart rate begin to frustratingly increase. Once he finished reading the words, you held out your notebook and pen towards him, clearly expecting the Diasomnia student to take it into his hands. However, your expression morphed into mild confusion when Sebek took a small step back.

With a deep breath, Sebek raised both of his hands with his palms raised upwards. His left hand started at his face before moving down towards his right hand that hovered lower at his chest. Smoothly, his left arm moved underneath his right hand and raised back up, keeping his right hand near his left elbow. 

“G-Good morning,” Sebek stammered softly. There was a tenderness that laced his words, a tone you unfortunately won’t hear, and a good part of him was utterly grateful that there weren’t many other students that were nearby to witness his pitiful self. 

Despite the stiff movements and obvious awkwardness on the half-fae’s face, you looked at him with awe. There was a pretty shine in your eyes as a wide smile began to bloom across your face. Without hesitation, you tuck your notebook and pen between your legs and mirror his signing enthusiastically. 

Across from you, Sebek falls completely silent. Something heavy stirs in his chest as the first-year takes in the sight of your glowing expression—already committing the way your eyes lit up upon seeing him sign for the first time to memory. Then there’s an embarrassing heat that rushes to his face, and Sebek raises a hand to his lips, feigning to cough in an attempt to hide his furious blush. Even as you silently beamed up at him, Sebek suddenly can’t find the strength to make eye contact with you.

Thank the Sevens that there wasn’t anyone else around to see him like this.

[khunwriting]

hello! call of your name was so so sweet and i think ive read it once everyday since i genuinely got butterflies from it ♡♡♡ i was wondering if i could request something similar for jade? it is totally ok if not!! ty ^^

[Request: Lingering Touches]

Pairing: Jade Leech x Reader

Notes: Sorry for the long wait! I had to think about how I wanted to structure this while trying to keep it Jade-like, but I'm always down to write for the twins so thank you for the request. I'm not sure if it'll evoke the same feelings as my Floyd fic did, but I still hope you enjoy it nonetheless! :)

The first time Jade leaned into your space, you honestly didn’t think much of it. It occurred during one of your weekly visits to the botanical garden since it was a place you often liked visiting due to its vast flora and beautiful scenery. It was halfway through your walk that you had stumbled upon Jade hunched over a log. While many would turn heel and flee at the mere sight of him, you just settled beside the mer to inquire about his interest in said piece of wood—to which he let out a charming chuckle and explained that it was his current project as the sole member of the Mountain Lover Club.

From there, conversation flowed easily between the two of you, and Jade seemed thrilled by your growing interest in hearing him rattle on about how he could grow his own mushrooms on a log. It was rather endearing to see the eel-mer talk with a delighted smile that had the faintest hint of teeth peeking out from under his lips. 

And because of it, you didn’t really care nor think too much when Jade tilted closer to show you the holes he drilled into the log to place the fungi spores in. In fact, you welcomed it since it was rare to see the eel speak so animatedly, and you chalked it up to him being passionate to truly mind the space between the two of you. So as you felt his shoulder graze against yours, you leaned in to look at the tiny mushrooms sprouting with a wide grin that matched his own. 

The second time Jade leaned into your space, you still brushed it off. Classes had just let out for the day, and you and Grim were all too ready to bundle inside for the rainy afternoon. However, you two nearly wilted at the school doors as you both realized that you hadn’t brought your umbrella—seeing as the rain didn’t truly start till late in the morning. Without much choice, Grim crawled inside your blazer while you wrapped an arm around his smaller body to secure him against your chest. You were mentally bracing yourself for the sprint back when Jade’s voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Good afternoon, prefect,” The moray eel approached you with a polite nod before curiously eyeing the moving lump underneath your blazer. Jade bent down in time to witness Grim peek out from the neckline, and there was no missing the amusement lacing his words as he greeted your direbeast companion. “And hello to you too, Grim. Shouldn’t you two be heading back to Ramshackle by now?” 

“We forgot our umbrella,” Grim grumbled with a disgruntled frown, causing Jade to let out a huff that he quickly masked as a cough behind a fist. 

“Well, I suppose it’s quite fortunate that I was about to head to Sam’s. Why don’t I escort the two of you back to your dorm?” The vice-housewarden stood to his full height, gesturing to the umbrella tucked under his arm. He must’ve seen the hesitation on your face because he placed a hand on his chest with a friendly expression. “I assure you it’s no problem at all. Think of it as a small detour for me,” 

“As long as it’s no trouble,” You responded sheepishly while Grim let out a happy cheer from inside your blazer. Maybe you should’ve been more wary about being in Jade’s debt, but you still found yourself stepping underneath an umbrella beside the vice-housewarden with Grim still tucked in your blazer. You were practically pressed up against Jade’s side, but it was a small price to pay in order to stay dry in the pouring rain. 

While the three of you stepped out of the school, Grim was more than happy to fill the silence by groaning about how noisy Lucius was during class. Jade appeared so tickled pink by the conversation to the point that he goaded the direbeast to enact some sort of vengeance that you couldn’t help but laugh at. 

And despite his extremely long legs and towering form, the charming moray seemed mindful of his strides and slanted towards you to ensure that you stayed underneath the umbrella. Every step his arm brushed lightly against yours, and the warmth was pleasant in comparison to the misty air. 

Soon enough, you arrived at your dorm’s porch. Immediately, Grim had scampered inside with a yell of gratitude over his shoulder while you lingered in the doorway. When you turned to say your goodbyes, you instantly noticed the decently-sized wet patches on Jade’s other shoulder and side. At your wide-eyed stare, the eel gave a satisfied smirk and a wave farewell before turning to head back down the cobblestone path. 

It was only till Jade disappeared from your sight did you realize that there wasn’t a single drop on your body. You’d be embarrassed to admit that the butterflies in your stomach didn’t leave for a long time after that. 

The third time Jade leaned into your space, you had started to take note of the close proximity. It was during the weekend, which was essentially prime time for Crowley to give you tasks to complete as his personal errand runner. Did you ask for the job? No, but he’d always bemoaned about his “grueling attempts to find a way home for you” that you end up taking the role; partially out of guilt, but mostly to stop the man’s lamenting. 

This time around the headmage graced you with a sleek folder of paperwork and a small command to bring it straight to Azul Ashengrotto and back. So, off you went to Octavinelle to get the task completed so you can properly enjoy the rest of your day. When you stepped into the underwater establishment, Jade was right at the entrance, standing behind the host stand with a welcoming smile. 

“What a pleasant surprise. Are you here to dine in our establishment this afternoon, prefect?” Jade asked, inclining his head curiously while you approached him.

“Not exactly, Jade. I’m actually here to drop off something to Azul,” You replied and raised the folder for emphasis. “Something about the money owed to the school?” 

“Ah, I’m afraid that Azul is currently with another student right now,” The vice-housewarden said, causing you to sigh in mild disappointment. Hearing this, Jade lifted an arm to gesture inside the restaurant. “I can seat you at the bar top in the meantime. As you know, we do have a one-drink minimum, but I’ll be happy to serve you once you make your decision,”

“Aren’t you hosting though?” You blinked up at Jade, whose lips stretched wider in return. Noticing that he’s clearly choosing not to respond to your inquiry, you continued on. “I can just come back later, you know,”

“Nonsense—I’m sure Azul will be done soon enough. Mostro Lounge prides itself on excellent services, so you’ll hardly notice the wait,” The way he spoke hardly left room for you to decline, especially when he already waved over another student. Just as the student took the mer’s place, Jade stepped closer to you and placed a hand on the small of your back. “Now, if you could follow me,”

His touch was gentle and unassuming, yet you couldn’t help but hyperfocus on the feeling of his fingers resting on your lower back. By no means did Jade’s hand stray into inappropriate or uncomfortable territory, but you briefly wondered if the other students got guided to their tables in the same fashion.

Once you settled in your seat, you anticipated the mer to easily slide a drink menu in front of you, but you were taken aback when he leaned in close to tell you about the specials for the day. His chin hovered over your shoulder and his hair tickled your cheek. But seeing as the lounge was fairly busy, you assumed that the servers often had to lean in to hear the customer’s orders. When Jade’s voice came out alluring and low with the occasional warm puff of air right next to your ear, you did your best to calm your flustered nerves and told him your order. 

The moment Jade turned to make your drink, you attempted to distract yourself by giving the café a once over, only for you to notice that none of the other servers had gotten remotely close to their patrons (or at least as close as Jade was). You barely had a chance to dwell on it as the moray eel called your name and slid your order in front of you. There was a peculiar anticipation that surrounded Jade as he looked at you, almost as if he was waiting for you to taste his creation. 

Thus, you pushed aside your musings and took a sip. You audibly let out a happy hum at the taste and something shifted in Jade’s hues. You couldn’t quite pinpoint what he was feeling because he turned to clean up his station, but you knew it was rather pretty under the gentle lights of the lounge. 

The fourth time Jade had leaned into your space, you were admittedly at a loss. He did it early in the morning on your way to your first period with Grim. You barely suppressed an undignified yell as you were suddenly jumpscared by a beaming Floyd leaping from around the corner. 

“Baby seal, let’s play!” Floyd sang, practically plucking Grim off of your shoulder and tossing him high into the air. Grim let out a horrified squawk as he left Floyd’s grasp and there was no missing the wide-eyed terror scrunching up his furry features. Before you could even attempt to save your little buddy, Jade suddenly took a step right in front of you and completely blocked your vision of the two.

“Good morning, prefect. I hope your morning has been going well,” Jade greeted, sending you a handsome smile. He quickly scanned your body before letting out an amused exhale behind a hooked finger. “But it appears to have been rough, considering your tie is rather crooked,”

“Huh?” Your eyes darted down to your chest, but the sight caused you to furrow your brows in confusion. Disregarding your obvious bewilderment, Jade simply bent down to your height and reached out to you. “Ah, you don’t have—!”

“Now, now, you wouldn’t want the esteemed prefect to appear unsightly to the masses, do you?” The vice-housewarden lilted. His gaze briefly flickered up to meet your eyes, and you watched a teasing smirk slither across his face. “Though, your disheveled appearance would be fitting for someone of your ‘ramshackle’ caliber,”  

“Hey!” Jade only chuckled upon hearing your offended yell as he began shifting the fabric into place. Despite Grim’s cries for help and Floyd’s insistent cackling steadily growing louder, you could only focus on the shorter twin in front of you. While he still adorned his polite smile and carried a pleasant air around him, there was a subtle shift in his demeanor. Satisfaction curled his lips slightly wider while the same twinkle from that day at the Mostro Lounge shone in his dual-colored eyes.  

And just like that, you found the unspoken words that you previously held had slowly died on your tongue. You silently allowed the vice-housewarden tug at your tie as he saw fit—For you didn’t quite know how to tell Jade that you met Riddle, who had thoroughly straightened out your uniform, mere minutes before running into the Leech brothers. 

Even as the questions continued welling up inside of you, you didn’t dare utter a word. You were too afraid of what would happen if you did.

The fifth time Jade entered your space, you finally understood everything. It was after a couple of weeks where you hadn’t been around Jade much. Part of it was because of your hectic schedule, but it was mostly because you were still mulling over the prior interaction with him. Nevertheless, you kept your distance till you sorted your jumbled thoughts out.

Perhaps you overdid it because you now have his twin brother sprawled across your couch. You were in the process of cleaning the accumulating dust and cobwebs in your dorm when Floyd, still dressed in his dorm uniform, busted down your front door with a terrifying leer sent your way.  

“Why’re ya avoiding Jade?” Floyd had eerily asked once he propped his feet up on your shaky coffee table. His glare never once wavered from you, even as you flitted around in feeble attempts of avoiding eye-contact. 

“What are you talking about?” You quickly found that was the wrong thing to say upon seeing the uncanny way the eel-mer cocked his head to the side at your words. Harsh shivers climbed up your spine at the sight, and you were instantly reminded that Floyd was a very scary, very wild sea predator that could very easily lunge across the room and destroy you where you stood. “W-Wait! I’ll tell you!” 

It was a humbling experience having to stammer through an explanation to Floyd, but it seemed to quell his anger because his fierce expression ebbed into a deadpanned stare. Once you finished speaking, the taller brother let out a drawn out groan and tilted his head back in disbelief. 

“You’re stupid,” That had you choking on your spit, yet Floyd ignored it in favor of raising his head to meet your eyes once more. “You know Jade hates when people get in his personal bubble. Me and Jade used to fight all the time cause I got too close for his likin’. He’s only okay with it if he’s messing with people,” 

“But he doesn’t...?” 

“Mess with Shrimpy at all? Yeah, why’dya think Jade doesn’t care if you get all cozy with him?” The taller twin questioned, giving you time to think. Then a single thought flitted across your mind, and it dawned on you. All those little moments with Jade now had meaning, and those brewing questions finally had answers. And based on Floyd’s growing sharp grin, you hit the nail on the head. “Get it now? So could ya go and talk to Jade again? He’s been real mopey since you started avoiding him,” 

Before you could say anything, there was an abrupt knock that echoed throughout the dorm. You and Floyd exchanged glances—yours nervous and his pleased. So with a deep breath you walked towards the entrance while Floyd wordlessly spread out on the couch. When you opened the front door, there stood Jade, looking courteous and amiable as he usually does. 

“H-Hi, Jade. What are you doing here?” You greeted, and you noticed the slight twitch of his mouth when you spoke.

“My apologies for stopping by without notice, but I believe that something of mine is here. Do you mind if I come in?” There was a certain glint in Jade’s eyes that had you stepping aside easily. You followed the tall eel into the lounge, where Floyd now laid with his hat covering his face, and Jade stepped closer to tower over his twin’s form. With an incredibly sharp and sinister grin, the shorter brother smacked Floyd’s hat onto the ground, revealing his scrunched expression. “Floyd, Azul requires your presence back in the lounge,” 

“Call sharksucker to cover for me. Bet he’d be real happy to get some money,” Floyd playfully huffed, trying to sink further into your dilapidated couch. 

“Well right after you stormed out of the lounge, we received a new shipment of rare ingredients, and Azul was hoping you were willing to trial run some recipes with them,” Jade explained, his gaze sharpening in a pleased manner once he noticed the interest flickering to life in his brother’s dual-colored hues. “But if you’re not in the mood, I did find some rather interesting things on my last hike that—,”

“See ya later, Shrimpy!” Floyd interrupted, jumping to his feet. As he swiped his fallen hat and walked past Jade, the taller eel flashed you a toothy grin and wink before stalking out of Ramshackle. 

“I do apologize on my brother’s behalf if he overstepped any boundaries,” Jade let out a withering sigh, turning to you. He barely skimmed over your form before he spoke once more. “Ah, you have some dust in your hair,”

At first, it looked like Jade was about to reach out to you, but he ultimately forced his arms to remain at his side. So in his stead, you took a step closer and leaned into Jade’s space, silently asking him for assistance. For a moment, Jade was completely still, almost as if he was unsure. But when you nodded at him, the slight tension in his shoulders eased away and he raised a hand to your head.

His fingers were gentle as he combed through your hair. Honestly, you weren’t even sure if there was anything in it to begin with, but you simply let Jade be. As always, his touch was light and kind, matching the growing serene smile that graced his face. You don't know how long you stood there, but eventually he retracted his hands, leaving lingering tingles throughout your head.

"There..." Jade breathed out, staying in his place. Peering up, your eyes immediately locked onto his and there was something about the way he looking at you that had your heart swelling. "Perfect,"

From where you stood, you could clearly identify the pretty shimmer that danced in his hues, and seeing it so closely left your chest filling with an affectionate warmth and a certain tenderness seeping into your soul. It truly made you realize how much you missed his presence.

“Jade, would I be able to tag along with you on your next hike?” Your words were soft, but you knew he latched onto your voice by the way his golden eye glowed. “But if you don’t want to, I under—,”

“I would be delighted to have you with me,” Jade answered quickly, cutting you off midsentence. Noticing his little outburst, the eel-mer raised a hand to his mouth to clear his throat—though he couldn't mask the keen tone lacing his next words. “I would not mind some company on my next venture. Perhaps we can discuss the details together over some tea. I’d be happy to brew you a blend I’ve been experimenting with,” 

“What about Azul and Floyd?” You asked, practically beaming now. Jade only let out a small chuckle, showcasing his grinning teeth without feeling the need to hide them for once.

“Oh, I’m sure they can manage without me,” He said charmingly, taking a step back to extend one hand to you, his palm facing upwards in an inviting and kind way. “Shall we?” 

And when he looked at you with such a fond, reverent gaze, you’d be a fool not to take his hand.

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So, I've been dealing with some personal stuff and haven't been on here since I dropped Call of Your Name, and I'm so surprised by how many people enjoyed it. I've been going through a mental funk, but seeing all the comments and love you guys have sent genuinely makes me happy. It may be sappy, but I truly appreciate the support you have sent. Thank you all so much from the bottom of my heart!

For those that sent in requests, do not worry! I have seen them, and I'll get to work on those right away. There are a few of them, so please be patient with me in the meantime. I promise I will get to all of them!

With that said, here's what I think is the prettiest Leona card on the EN server! (Though I am incredibly fond of his Spelldrive Uniform and his sleepwear card.) Until next time! :)

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[Call of Your Name]

Synopsis: You noticed that Floyd doesn't call you Shrimpy anymore.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Floyd Leech x Reader

The first time Floyd called you by your name, it had given you whiplash. Part of it was because you had never heard the tall eel-mer say your name before, much less scream it from across the courtyard. It felt oddly natural, the way it escaped his lips in that cheery way he always spoke.

But the other part was because he had practically bulldozed through you and your group of friends to scoop you in his arms, eliciting panicked yelps and bewildered expressions from everyone—including Ace, who had recovered the fastest and carried a sort of subdued smile, almost as if this was the last time he’ll ever see you again. You couldn’t hold back cursing at him when Floyd carried you away with a maniacal cackle. 

The fact that Floyd didn’t call you by his sea life-themed nickname had quickly disappeared from your mind. No, you were too busy laughing as the eel had nearly face-planted rounding a corner too fast.

The second time Floyd called you by your name, you were still taken aback. When Floyd had said it this time around, you were on your way to your first period alone as Grim was forced to take an early morning remedial lesson with Professor Trein. The mer had scared you by suddenly draping his much bigger form over your body, nearly making you crumple under his weight with a strangled yelp all while Jade stood by his side with an amused smile. You barely had a chance to shoot the vice-housewarden a glare when the taller twin unceremoniously dumped a lunchbox bundled in a cute eel cloth in your shaky arms. 

“Here, Jade made a bunch of mushroom dishes, but I don’t wanna eat it,” He explained with a disgusted grimace upon seeing your confused appearance. Jade let out a chuckle, raising a curved finger to his lips to hide his sharpened teeth.

“This past excursion was rather bountiful,” The eel visibly preened. He must’ve noticed the wariness in your stare cause Jade simply placed a hand on his chest with a grin that was a little too wide for your liking. “Do not worry. There isn’t anything too harmful, but do let me know if you experience any side effects,” 

“You’ll eat it all up, won’t you?” The way Floyd spoke made it sound like it was less of a question and more of a demand, but you were too focused on how he said your name once more. It easily slipped in at the end, where his usual “Shrimpy” would’ve been in that sunny tone that stirred something inside of you. 

And judging by Jade’s countenance, he noticed the change too. Despite him still carrying a perfectly polite expression on his face, there was a noticeable widening of his eyes and sudden stillness that told you he was just as stunned as you were. However, it disappeared shortly afterwards and his lips stretched wider into something much sharper that sent chills down your spine. But before you could comment on it, Floyd had dragged Jade away with a dazzling smile and an enthusiastic wave over his shoulder.

The third time Floyd called you by your name, you were determined to ask about it. It was unfortunately one of the times where the eel had swooped in and deemed that if he was going to be stuck at Mostro Lounge, then you were going to be there too. 

Floyd was oddly compliant working that day, perhaps in one of his favorable good moods. He had sat you in a booth and walked away into the kitchen for several minutes. When you had started to question if you had been abandoned or not, Floyd had returned with a rather scrumptious looking dish. He set it before you with a flourish of his hands and expectant glimmer in his gaze that practically insisted you to take a bite. So when you did, Floyd’s already happy demeanor grew brighter. He had practically crooned your name as he leaned down to nuzzle the crown of your head.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” You began after swallowing your bite, your eyes shooting upwards. Floyd hummed in response, the vibrations rumbled nicely against you, but you ignored it in favor of finally getting an answer to your burning question. “Why did you start using my name instead of Shrimpy?” “Huh?” Floyd had pulled back with a curious blink. The moray eel stared at you for a moment, and there was something flickering in his dual-colored hues before a wide grin broke out across his face. With a barking laugh, Floyd reached out to pat your head, akin to petting a dog for doing something cute. “‘Cause that’s your name, duh! You’re so silly!”

And then he walked away, effectively ending the conversation without a second thought. Unfortunately for you, Floyd’s response had very much not answered your question—Though it was a pretty standard Floyd reply if you had ever heard of one.

So with a long sigh, you had returned to your meal, shoving another spoonful into your mouth. As you chewed, you noticed Jade approaching your table with a colorful fizzy drink in hand. The eel nodded politely at you as he set down the glass within your reach.

“Here you go, prefect,” Jade said smoothly with a smile that had an ominous tinge to it. The sight had you scooting further away from the brother, but Jade took a step forward in tandem with your movement. “You know, Floyd has always given people his endearing nicknames, ever since we were young elvers. When we first met Azul, he had dubbed him ‘Octy’,”

“But he doesn’t call him that anymore,” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion while you peered up at the tall eel-mer. His predatory leer had long honed in on you, his golden eye seemingly gleamed underneath the lounge’s violet and blue lights.

“No, he doesn’t,” 

“Why?”

“In Floyd’s words, “Azul is Azul”. Thus, there is no need for a nickname for him,” He responded, an amused air radiating around him. “Perhaps to him, you’re just you,” 

“What does that mean?” You groaned, falling back into your seat with a huff. As always, Jade was acting both cryptic and smug—a wicked combination that could only belong to the cunning Leech. And it seemed to be at your expense, judging by the chuckle that he released; one that he wanted you to know he was laughing at you. 

“Though you do end up doing incredibly idiotic things at times—” Jade started, ignoring your indignant sputtering. “I would like to think you, yourself, aren’t so stupid,” 

“That’s not exactly a compliment, Jade,” You said, dryly. Jade’s smile spanned across his face. 

“I never said it was,” Jade said, pleasantly. Your frown deepened at his words, but perhaps he finally took pity on your poor, unfortunate soul because his gloved hand came to rest on your shoulder. “My dear brother tends to wear his heart on his sleeve. I suggest you take the time to observe it,”

There was a particular knowing look in his eyes that had you nodding, taking his advice to heart. 

The fourth time Floyd called you by name, it was during one of his bad moods. Azul was the one that called you. Apparently, it was a particularly bad day for Floyd, though the housewarden didn’t go into too much detail. 

Why did he call you? That you couldn’t say, but you still stood up from your ramshackle couch, told Grim you’d be back, and made your way to Octavinelle. You breezed past the Mostro Lounge and headed straight to the dorm’s pool. After knocking and not receiving a response, you entered the room.

The lights were dimmed, but it was just enough for you to make your way to the pool’s edge. You slipped off your shoes and socks and dipped your feet into the cool waters, watching the ripples disturbed the surface. The pool was dark and inky, almost mirroring the bottom of the Coral Sea. You couldn’t make out anything in the murky depths, but you knew you weren’t alone. 

“Hello…?” You called out, yet nothing happened for a handful of seconds. Your voice echoed off the tiled walls and there was a solemn silence that hung instead. 

Then there was a little ripple that broke the calm waters. It was a little away from you, but you noticed strands of teal hair and Floyd’s golden and olive gray hues emerging from the depths. Even with his face scrunched in a nasty scowl, he was still breathtakingly beautiful in his merform.

“Go away,” Floyd growled, the sound very unlike how it usually was. Instead of it being high and lilting, it was low and full of barely restrained anger. “Not in the mood, and I don’t wanna take it out on ya,” 

In spite of his foul mood, the way he spoke your name was surprisingly kind, almost as if he didn’t want to taint your name. And that was enough to have your heart stuttering in your chest and Jade’s words echoing in your head. 

Floyd truly did wear his heart on his sleeve.

“Well, I don’t want to leave,” You spoke softly, never once looking away from him. “We don’t have to do anything, but I’d like to sit here with you,”

For a few moments, Floyd was eerily still, just staring straight into your eyes. Whatever he found in your gaze had his scowl softening, and he sank back into the pool. Not a beat later did Floyd’s long arms emerge from the water and coiled around your waist. The eel slithered his upper body out of the pool shortly afterwards, his fins fluttering as he rested his head on your lap. He was dripping water onto your clothes, but you didn’t mind. 

Instead, you raised your hand to rake your fingernails against his scalp, displacing his damp strands. There was a low hum that came from him and the tight tension built into Floyd’s body slowly ebbed away. You don’t know how long you sat there in silence, giving Floyd head rubs. With how even his breath was and how slack his form became, you would’ve assumed he had fallen asleep if it weren’t for his unblinking eyes staring up at you. 

“You’re too nice,” Floyd had broken the silence with a steady tone and a squeeze of your waist. His golden eye glowed rather enchantingly, capturing your attention like prey to an anglerfish’s lure. “Someone’s gonna take advantage of ya,” 

“Maybe,” You hummed in response while your hand drifted down to cup his face. Your thumb ghosted the facial markings on his cheek that smoothed over his shimmering scales, earning another charming hum from him. “But you wouldn’t let them, right?” 

Finally, Floyd blinked. Then he laughed. It wasn’t sharp or biting—No, it was high-pitched and breathy, the same, familiar way that told you he found something incredibly amusing. And it was the same one that made everything else disappear and cause your face to break out into a smile. 

Slowly, his laughter softened into tiny chuckles. Floyd pulled himself further out of the water to nuzzle against your stomach. His arms tightened more around your waist, staying perfectly firm and not overly tight.

“Nah, I’d bite them if they tried,” He replied and tilted his head upwards. The mer gnashed his pointy teeth together, making an exaggerated biting motion that had you giggling at the sight with a flurry of butterflies in your stomach. 

And you whole-heartedly believed him. After all, how could you not when he said it with such a sweet and honest gaze? 

So, the fifth time Floyd called you by your name, it had all clicked. Classes had just released for the day, and you were walking down the hall by yourself. Deuce had plans to meet up with Cater to help fix an amp for the Pop Music Club, Ace left to participate in a croquet tournament at Riddle’s behest, and Grim had bolted to the cafeteria for an afternoon snack. 

As you had no real plans, aside from some homework sheets that were due in a few days, you were in no rush to get back to the Ramshackle dorm. So you were okay with clinging to the side of the hallway, standing next to one of the many open windows as other students left their classes and made their way to club rooms or the Hall of Mirrors. The hallway was rather crowded, and you were more than happy to not get squished in between the numerous bodies. 

Among the sea of students, you spotted a flash of teal that stood much taller than most of the student body. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you noticed the laid-back expression on Floyd’s face. His eyes drifted across the hall lazily before landing on you off to the side. There was a noticeable shift in his demeanor, and he physically perked up once your eyes connected.

He yelled your name so loudly, startling the nearby students around him. To many, it would’ve been terrifying watching the tall moray eel make a bee-line towards them, but you rather enjoyed it. In spite of the fearful students scampering to get out of his way, you would say Floyd looked downright endearing.

And in that moment, watching Floyd with his giddy grin and outstretched arms, everything had suddenly fallen into place. It was by all means a usual sight, yet something just clicked for you. The reason why he called you by your name suddenly made sense, and you could feel your adoration towards him nearly bursting at the seams. 

So, as he was a few feet from you, you extended your arms to the sides, fully ready for the incoming hug. 

“Floyd!” His name left your lips in the manner yours did from his: Natural, sunny, and kind. And you can see that something tender shifted heterochromatic hues before he scooped you into his arms. His hold was unyielding yet wholly him as he practically swung you around, making the hallway and nearby students turn into streaks of colors. But you didn’t mind at all.

Because to you, Floyd was Floyd, and that was all you needed.

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[Company of the Night]

Synopsis: Riddle should’ve known that he couldn’t speak up against his mother, but at least you’re there to give him an escape.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Notes: Mentions of Riddle's mom and her toxic parental style (ie. Controlling behavior, diets, physical/verbal abuse)

Pairing: Riddle Rosehearts x Reader

Riddle has changed a lot in the past few months. 

Physically, he’s still the same: Same height, same physique, same ruby red hair, and pale skin. However, internally, he’s not the same person as he was at the beginning of the year. Where he was once a strict, commanding housewarden, he’s now a far more calmer housewarden that's much more lenient with the rules.

He doesn’t turn red at the thought of his dorm members not reciting a poem upon seeing a seven centimeter long caterpillar. He doesn’t scream when people pick flowers from the garden on Wednesdays. He doesn’t cast his unique magic every time someone drinks black tea or lemonade with honey in the evenings. 

No, there’s a sense of relief that followed his overblot and an immeasurable weight that seemed to be lifted from his shoulders. His dorm members appear happier, and Riddle can happily admit he likes that he can eat more strawberry tarts and drink his tea how he wants. 

Yet as winter break draws near, there’s a certain dread that stirs inside of Riddle. For as he enjoys the freedom he has at NRC, surely, his mother would have a differing opinion. 

But, despite how much trouble he has dredged since his enrollment, Ace was right. Riddle is not a trophy for his mother. His accomplishments aren’t ornaments to make his mother feel more worthy. He may be her son, but he is his own person with his own thoughts and behaviors. 

So when winter breaks comes around, there's a quiet conviction that stirs inside him as he stood in front of his companions.

“I'm going to try talking with Mother,” Riddle had said in the mirror room before going home. “I don't know if she'll listen, but even so…”

The thought of confronting her was nerve-wracking, but the encouraging smiles he got from his friends made him feel a tad more confident. With a fiery determination and ignoring Floyd’s exhausting comments, Riddle walked through the mirror. 

Reaching the front door of his home, Riddle had already conjured several different conversations he could have with his mother. Some were handled better than others, but having the multiple possibilities gave him the sense of preparedness in a very difficult conversation with his mother.

“Sevens, you gained weight!” However, all his thoughts instantly vanished with the first sentence out of his mother’s mouth. There was no “Hello!”, “Welcome home, son!”, or “I miss you, Riddle!”, but Riddle knew those words would never be spoken to him. Still, it never made the sting hurt any less. “Have you not been adhering to the diet I created for you?!” 

“I have, mother,” Riddle spoke, but, even to his ears, his voice turned rather meek and quiet instantly. Any remnants of confidence he built up is rapidly crumbling down under his mother’s fierce glare, and a growing part of him is regretting eating all those sweets Trey baked for the unbirthday parties. 

“Nonsense! You’ve gotten chubbier!” She sneers, gesturing at his body. There’s a disgusted gleam in her eyes, and Riddle has to force himself to keep his hands at his sides and not on his stomach. “If you can’t even stick to a diet, I fear for how your studies are going!” 

Then comes the onslaught. Harsh sentences spew forth from her painted lips, picking and probing at his physical features and his very being. Words that slice his skin, forcing blood to ooze out from the open wounds. Phrases that break down his spirit, shredding and turning them to dust. Statements that remind him that he doesn’t know what’s good for him. 

No, only mother knows best.

The screaming reminds Riddle of a particular moment, where he is regressed to his pitiful, child self sitting alone at his desk. Books are splayed all over the mahogany, and there’s a screeching yell every time he uses his left hand to reach for the pen—the perfect writing utensil in his mother’s eyes as he’s forced to not make mistakes. There’s a deep fear sitting in his heart because he can’t take another sharp reprimand, and his dominant hand throbs from the constant smacks from the wooden ruler. 

“Show me your exams and report card,” In front of the 17 year old Riddle, his mother thrusts an arm out in front of her, wiggling her fingers expectantly. So with an uncanny mechanical movement of his body, Riddle reaches into his bag to take out a folder and places it into her awaiting hand.

As she opens the folder and pulls out the papers, the sight reminds him of his child self once more. It’s the moment where Riddle reaches out his right hand to take the pen, and there’s finally silence in the air. The pen feels awkward in his nondominant hand and his penmanship is shoddy, but mother is pleased. She smiles just as wide back then as she does now, eyeing the 100s scrawled on his tests and straight As on his report card. 

“At least your studies haven’t suffered,” His mother huffs. She peers over the papers, narrowing her eyes. “But don’t think you’re off the hook. I have more workbooks on your desk. I expect you to finish those by the end of the break. Am I understood, Riddle?”

“Yes, mother,” He answers with a nod. Then with a wave of her hand, Riddle is finally dismissed. So he wordlessly takes his luggage and trudges past his mother towards the staircase. On his way, he sees his father sitting in his office, never once looking up at him. Again, the sight is familiar, but a part of him wishes his father had spoken up just once. 

But Riddle knows better, so he forces his gaze forward and heads straight to his bedroom. He shuts the door behind him with a soft click and looks towards his desk instinctively. Like his mother said, there are several stacks of workbooks sitting on his mahogany desk in the corner. 

His mother’s words echo in his mind, and it dawns on Riddle how much work he has to do. Thus, he doesn’t bother unpacking his luggage and forces himself to sit at his desk. He picks up the fountain pen with his right hand and takes one of the workbooks from one of the stacks. Flipping open the book, the second-year begins his arduous task. As he works out the problems on the pages, there’s a familiar numbness seeping into his skin, similar to blot discoloring a mage’s pen. 

Some part of Riddle wonders how he looks—Sitting hunched over his desk, surrounded by multiple towers of workbooks on the first day of winter break in the supposed comfort of his home. What kind of expression does he wear? What emotions would be reflected in his eyes? If his dormmates were to see Riddle now, would they be able to recognize him?

Those questions remain unanswered as the hours pass by. The only breaks he took was for the bathroom and meals, which goes as expected: Tense and eerily silent. After eating a small portion of bland salmon and a salad of supergreens for dinner, Riddle goes back to his work till the sun sets and the stars come out. 

By the time 11 o’clock rolls around, he’s dressed in his nightwear. He’s mentally exhausted and more than ready to crawl into bed for the night. Despite the fact that Riddle has already completed a few of the workbooks, he knows that it’s not enough. Not when there’s still much more left and time is ticking away. Time that could be used to finish his studies, lest he wants to face his mother’s wrath again. So maybe he should—

Knock-knock

The sound is just barely audible in Riddle’s muddled mind, but he glances over to the window in surprise. His heart stutters in his chest as he sees you sitting on a flying broom through the frosty glass, waving his way with a carefree grin. All thoughts fly out his mind as he walks your way and opens the window with a soft creak.

“Hey, pretty boy,” And there was that cursed nickname you gifted him upon your first meeting. You claimed you liked seeing him turn red whenever you used it, but Riddle doesn't enjoy the uncomfortable stutter of his heartbeat when he hears the nickname. Yet, he cannot find himself reacting much to it, and you notice immediately cause your easy-going smile disappears instantly. “Didn’t go so well?”

“No, I…” Riddle starts as he averts his gaze to the ground. Shame fills his chest once his next words fill the air, lingering heavy and pathetic. “I never got the chance,” 

The once named rose-red tyrant finds himself unable to look at you. For all his accolades and titles, Riddle finds that it means little when it comes to you. For whatever reason, there’s a fear that surges in him and he hopes that you don’t find him as despicable as he feels. 

Then you sigh, long and heavy, and already his heart jumps at the sound. Riddle’s mind, for all his intelligence in magic spells and history, finds himself at a loss. Despite how he used to scold you for breaking rules and marching to your own beat, Riddle found comfort in your companionship. There's a creeping panic that he'll lose one of the few friends he has, but in the instance that you do find him pitiful, then— 

“Say the word, and we’ll go,” You spoke suddenly, causing his head to snap upwards. You’re already staring at him, and your voice comes out steady yet soft. “We can go anywhere in the Queendom of Roses. Heck, if you even want to fly over the Coral Sea, we’ll do it. Just say the word,”

And for a second, Riddle heavily considers it before the fear of his mother shadows over him. His parents have long retired into their own bedrooms, but an irrational section of his brain screams that his mother will somehow find out. Even from his peripherals, the numerous stacks of workbooks still sat, taunting him for all the work he still needs to complete. 

“Hey,” Your gentle voice lures his attention back to you. There’s a serious glint in your eyes as you maintain eye contact with him, never once blinking. “What do you want?” 

When he glances between you and the books on his desk, all his previous anxiety doesn't fade away but there's a stark thought that rings out with such conviction that he cannot ignore. 

“Anywhere but here,” The words easily leave his lips, though he wishes the desperation tinging his voice wasn’t so noticeable. “Please,”

Nevertheless, you extend an arm out and bow your head. 

“As my queen demands,” 

You gently grab his hand and help him settle on the broom behind you. The winter air nips at Riddle’s bare skin, and he feels a tad foolish for not wearing shoes or a jacket. However, it’s quickly remedied by you shucking off your own jacket in favor of wrapping it around him. 

Riddle blames the cold for his rosy cheeks. 

Once you zipped the jacket up and wrapped his arms around your body, you took off. And Riddle is quickly reminded how you were the fastest flyer in PE class and the Spelldrive tournament. 

The nearby houses flashes by in a blur and he’s desperately clinging onto you as you both leave the neighborhood. The winds whip vicariously around you and he's forced to bury his freezing face into the crook of your neck. He’s grateful you’ve given him your jacket, but he's becoming greatly worried if you’re warm enough. Upon taking a peak of your face to see how you're faring in the winter night, Riddle finds himself stunned. You don’t seem too bothered by the cold—No, you were having far too much fun riding into the night. 

And a single thought rings in his mind: Mother would hate you. 

Your hair was wind-tousled and your clothes weren’t neat as they were also wrinkled due to the winds rushing around you two. Now that you are far from sleeping residents, you didn’t hold back with your laughter, which mother would deem too loud and unrefined. Your smile wasn’t small or polite, just wholly wide with showing too much teeth. 

But in Riddle’s eyes, you were perfect. Your cheeks and nose were dusted a ruby red and your eyes twinkled brightly in the silvery moonlight. In the company of the winter night, you didn’t need to be prim and proper. You were free to do as you want and be who you are.

A pang of envy throbbed in his heart. As much as Riddle didn’t want to feel that, he was jealous that you didn’t have to adhere to strict rules or expectations like he did—To have such freedom to act, say, or be not as your parent's child but as yourself. Though as quickly as the envy sank in, guilt rose up twice as fast. Tears of frustration pooled at the corners of his eyes because Riddle also knew it wasn’t your fault either. 

If you noticed how his arms tightened around you or the wet drops trickling on your neck, you didn’t say anything. But from how kind your hand grasped his arms around your torso, he had an inkling you understood how he was feeling. And from how firm you squeezed his hands, he knew what you wanted to tell him. 

So, Riddle takes a deep breath in. He doesn’t fuss that his hair is now messy or that he’s dressed in just his pajamas and your winter jacket. He tilts his head back and laughs a little too loud. Even if his vision is teary, his lips part into a wide grin that has a little too much teeth. 

In the company of the night, Riddle is allowed to be himself.

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Hey! How's it going? I was wondering if you are accepting request? I didn't see anything about it in the blog description, but just below you seem to have accepted request (the one with the twins), so I want to clarify that question. Thanks in advance and sorry if I wrote something strange, English is not my first language!

Hello! Yes, I am taking requests! :) I'm currently juggling with work and school life, so it may take some time but I can do it if you're alright with it!

[khunwriting]

[In Sickness and in Health]

Synopsis: When you wake up incredibly ill, Ruggie comes to take care of you.

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Nonsexual nudity (Ruggie helps you bathe), established relationship

Pairing: Ruggie Bucchi x Reader

The first thing you noticed upon waking up was that there was an incredible discomfort in your throat. It hurt to swallow, and it felt as if the insides were coated in something thick and tacky. Not only that, you found that it was difficult to breathe due to your stuffy nose and you felt extremely cold despite the layer of sweat coating your overheating body.

With a massive grimace, you realized you were miserably sick. 

So when Grim woke up, you had to tell him with a painfully croaky voice that you wouldn’t be going to school with him. It took a while, but you had eventually assured the little direbeast that you’d be okay if he went to class—Though, Grim begrudgingly left with a sweet, worried expression and a promise to come back immediately after classes were done. 

Once you sent him off with a flushed face and weak smile, you had flopped back into bed. The ghosts were kind enough to be mindful of their hauntings and grabbed you a cool glass of water and another blanket after noticing your shivering. 

Honestly, you felt horrible. Your harsh coughs echoed throughout the rickety dorm in the same manner that it rattled in your chest. And despite feeling perfectly fine the day before, you felt as if you had forgotten the freeing sensation of being able to breathe normally without a congested nose. 

With what little energy you had to deal with your sickness, you opted to get some more sleep. Or at least you tried. It was difficult to truly relax as everything was either too hot or too cold, and you just couldn’t settle into a more comfortable position. Every time the tendrils of unconsciousness crept up on you, there was something that pulled you away from going completely asleep, whether it was the scratchiness clawing at your throat or the gasping heaves to get oxygen into your lungs. 

So, you laid in between being awake while not fully present. Time felt off to your sickly, delirious self, but the clock on the wall told you that it was well into first period, which was odd considering the front door to the dorm had just swung open. Because of how quiet Ramshackle was, the sound reverberated throughout the building, and judging by the footsteps, it wasn’t your little buddy. The person made their way to your bedroom, giving it a quick knock before opening the door. 

“Ruggie?” Your voice came out craggly, and, even to your own clogged ears, it sounded rough to listen to. Yet Ruggie didn’t grimace at the sound, instead, his lips curled into a gentle smile as he shut the bedroom door behind him.

“Hey, pretty. Heard from Grim that you weren’t doing so hot,” The hyena spoke softly as he made his way to your side, setting down the multiple plastic bags he brought with him on the nightstand. Ruggie raised one of his hands to your face, pressing the back of it to your forehead and cheek. His cool hand brought a euphoric comfort to your burning body, and you couldn’t help but sigh in relief. “Geez, you’re burning up real bad, babe…” 

“Shouldn’t you be in defense magic right now…?” You asked, nuzzling into his hand. At your question, Ruggie let out an offended scoff. 

“How can I focus in class knowing you’re sick in this dump? So I got you some soups and medicine—courtesy of Leona!” He answered, gesturing to the bags on the nightstand with his head. He retracted his hand all while ignoring your pitiful protest. “C’mon, you gotta take some meds. I got you the liquid one since it’ll be easier to swallow,”

“Don’t wanna,” Were you being childish? Absolutely, but Ruggie only snickered at your defiance. He wrapped an arm underneath your shoulders and helped you sit up. Once you got situated, the beastman reached into one of the bags and pulled out the aforementioned medicine. 

“I know, it’s not the best, but the quicker you take it, the quicker you get better,” Ruggie said as he ripped off the plastic and measured out the correct dosage into the little plastic cap. Upon noticing the deep frown settling on your face, the hyena gently shook the medicine with an adorable pout, big round eyes, and droopy ears. Your heart practically melted at Ruggie’s pleading expression and you could feel your stubbornness fade away. “Pretty please?” 

“Ugh! You’re the worst,” You groaned, snatching the cap—though not without a lethargic swat at his arm. Instantly, his lips curled into a smug grin, akin to a cat finally capturing a mouse it’s been hunting after. 

“And yet you fall for it every time,” He cooed while you knocked back the liquid with an exaggerated wince. Your boyfriend only laughed at the contorted expression twisting your face before taking the now empty cap. “Have you eaten yet?”

When you shook your head no, Ruggie stood up to deal with the plastic bags still sitting on your nightstand. They were clearly hefty, and, one by one, Ruggie took out some plastic containers of different soups: Chicken noodle, minestrone, wonton soup, lentil soup, and there were still a few more. Your jaw dropped both at the variety and number, shooting the hyena a bewildered look, where he returned a wicked grin in response.

“Like I said, Leona graciously let me borrow his wallet to buy some breakfast, so I made sure you’re covered for the next few meals. Now, which one do you want?” When you pointed to one of the containers, Ruggie picked it up, popped the lip off, and grabbed one of the many take-out spoons. You had tried to take the soup from him when he sat back on the bed, but he moved the container away from you with a scolding shake of his head. “Nuh-uh, let me take care of you,” 

You rolled your eyes with a resigned sigh, but still opened your mouth. Little by little, Ruggie spoonfed you the soup, being sure to blow on it to make sure it wasn’t scorching for you. So once you had your fill of soup, you leaned back against the headboard and watched Ruggie clean up the mess on the nightstand. Taking the rest of the bags, Ruggie leaned down to press a loving kiss to your still warm temple.

“I’m gonna put the rest of the soups in the fridge. Drink some water, and I’ll be back,” And then he bounded out of the room with his tail wagging, leaving you beaming the glass in your grasp. He was gone for a handful of minutes, but when he was back at your bedside with grabby hands. “Let’s get you in the bath and see if we can break that fever of yours,” 

It was a little bit of a struggle to stand up, seeing as you still felt a bit woozy, but your partner was more than ready to support your weight. He let you lean against his side as he wrapped an arm around your torso. Slowly, the two of you walked out of the bedroom and towards the bathroom. Ruggie helped you sit on the toilet and began filling the bathtub with water.

“You know you don’t have to do this, babe,” You sniffled, watching Ruggie dip his hand in the water to make sure the water was the perfect temp. Ruggie looked over his shoulder to send you a dazzling smile, showing off his fangs in the shoddy bathroom light.

“I know, so that means I want to, yeah?” Sevens, did you adore your scrappy, little hyena. He must’ve seen the love welling up in your eyes cause he let out a delighted laugh before standing up. Once the water levels were high enough, the beastman turned off the faucet and turned to you. “Can’t take a bath with clothes on, can we?”

Ever the helpful boyfriend, Ruggie stepped closer to help you out of your sleepwear. All your articles of clothes slipped off, leaving you completely nude. You stood up with mildly shaky legs, and the beastman helped you slip into the lukewarm bathtub.

“Nice, ain’t it?” Ruggie sat on the bathroom floor and rested his arms on the side of the tub as he watched you sink into the water with a long exhale. You nodded, feeling your warm skin cool down. Another cough rattled in your chest, making you cover your mouth in your damp elbow. At your side, the hyena beastman let out a low hum, his ears flicking at the coarse sound. “I gotta swing by Sam’s to pick up some cough drops for ya,” 

“Do it later,” You said, craning your neck to look at him once the ache in your chest ebbed away. You batted your eyes and pursed your lips into a cute pout, trying your best to look utterly adorable in spite of the cold racking you. “I wanna spend time with you. Pretty please?” 

“Shishishi—Now, who am I to refuse such a cute face?” Ruggie crooned with his signature laugh. He leaned in and nuzzled his nose against your wet neck, earning an affectionate hum from you. 

So just like that, the two of you sat in the bathroom. Ruggie was the one to mostly drive the conversation, but you were more than happy to listen to him. In fact, you were leaning against the side of the tub, peering up at him while he was wetting your hair and lathering it in shampoo. His fingers scratched delicately against your scalp, and it felt really nice to be pampered—and something told you Ruggie was more than happy to assist you in any way, judging by the awfully fond glimmer in his pretty hues.

Once the beastman seemed pleased with his work, he cupped his hands into the water and rinsed all the suds out of your hair. The moment that your hair was clean and all the foam dissipated into the bathwater, Ruggie helped step out of the bathtub. He instantly wrapped a fluffy towel around you, momentarily draining the water, before returning his full attention back to you.

“I still can’t get over how good at this you are,” You muttered as he grabbed another towel to focus on drying your hair. He was careful not to tug on your strands as he gently squeezed your hair between the fabric. In the meantime, you took the towel around your body and began dabbing away at your soaked form. 

“Got a lot of experience helping the kids back home, ya know,” He responded with a small grin. “By the way, granny wants to know when you’re coming back to visit. Said the kids misses you,” 

“Maybe when we have a free weekend, we can visit. I’ll see if Trey can help me make some treats to bring back for them,” You mused, focusing on drying under your arms and chest. Even without looking, you could already imagine how furiously his tail must be wagging at the idea. “Sounds good, Rugs?” 

“Super good!” Ruggie replied instantly and leaned in to nose your warm cheek. Your heart felt incredibly full as he returned to his task with a clearly excited energy surrounding him. 

Within a few minutes, both your hair and body were completely dry. Your partner seemed rather giddy when he checked your forehead to see that the bath had helped lessen your fever. Of course, you still needed rest so Ruggie was quick to help you slip your legs and arms back into your pajamas. It wasn’t until you were finally back in your bed and bundled in the blankets did he finally settle down. 

Well, it was more like you coaxed him to settle down by making grabby hands at him; he had practically lept into your bed at the invitation to cuddle. 

“Thank you, Ruggie,” You said once the beastman had pressed his entire form against you, burying his face into your temple while his arms snaked around your body. In return, you slung your own arm around his waist and tucked your face into his chest.

“Anything for you,” He answered easily. The way the words tumbled out so honestly made your heart skip a beat, and another bout of adoration to swell in you. With the little strength remaining in your sickly self, you gave Ruggie the most loving squeeze you could.

“I love you,” A pleased rumble vibrated through the beastman’s chest as he leaned back to peer down at you. 

“Love you too, pretty,” Ruggie whispered sweetly. The hyena pressed his forehead against yours, making sure to lock eyes with you with utmost sincerity. “Till death do us part,” 

And as if to seal the vow, he bestowed a kiss onto your growing smile.

[khunwriting]

Vent incoming!

As someone who recently got back into Twst at the beginning of April (with the last time I played was during 2022), the most recent notice/upcoming update for the EN server is literally making me stressed out.

Cause what do you mean that the previous seven story cards are all showcasing this July??? On top of that, Ruggie's Ivorycliff, rerun of the Spelldrive club cards, and Trein's and Cater's SSRs are on their way this month.

There's so many cards this upcoming month that I really want (Jade, Rook, Sebek, and Ruggie's Spelldrive & Ivorycliff), but I obviously don't have the gems to pull for them all. Merform Floyd took the full 200 hard pity to get—taking away my chance of pulling for merform Jade at all—and this past Stitch event took my gems because, again, Floyd Leech. 😭 And I have to save all my gems cause the Silver story card is going to come up and that is my favorite card overall in the entire game.

Disney, you have literally drained me dry. I beg of you, LET ME BREATHE.

End of vent.

So, on a much brighter note, I want to take the chance to thank everybody for the kind comments and love you all having giving my silly, little writings! It's genuinely so heartwarming seeing that you enjoy what I put out, so thank you again for the support!

For all my followers, I do have a few different fics in progress. I promise they're not all just the twins, and there will be characters I haven't written before—though if a Floyd or Jade fic sneaks in, don't be surprised. So please look forward to them!

As tradition, here's what I think Silver's prettiest card on the EN server (Though I think his story one is literally jaw-droppingly beautiful). Until next time! :)

[khunwriting]

[Visions of You]

Synopsis: Jade knew that he was going to have a land wedding when he first met you.

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jade Leech x Reader

Weddings on land were vastly different compared to those of the sea. They were more extravagant and costly, but Jade knew he would eventually have a land wedding when he met you back at NRC. 

You, the little human from a world completely different to that of Twisted Wonderland. 

You, the magicless student that stayed in that dinky Ramshackle dorm during your school years.

You, the prefect who approached him after Azul’s overblot with a beaming smile and curious gaze. 

You, the one that took his shielded, beating heart and carried it gently in your loving hands.

Jade knew you were the one for him since that day. It was just a matter of how he should play his cards to make you fall in love with him, and the eel-mer would gleefully boast about how quick it was for you to fall for his charms. Though, you often joked that you would’ve fallen for him sooner if he didn’t kick you out of your dorm or harass your friends within your first few meetings—To which Jade sniffles with crocodile tears and begs you to forget about his barbaric actions. You always rolled your eyes at his jests, but he could still see the cute smile you poorly hid.

When the two of you started dating, it just felt right. It was as if two puzzle pieces slotted perfectly together, like a match made in heaven. You both complemented and balanced each other out, and even your skeptical friends warmed up to the relationship just as easily as his side did. You got along swimmingly with Azul, his parents absolutely adored you, and, more importantly (if Jade was being honest), Floyd had long accepted you as his new sibling-in-law; his family beyond elated upon hearing the news that Jade wanted a future with you. 

So, it took little time for Jade, a sudden romantic in his blooming relationship, to question the details of your wedding day. What color suit would he wear? Should he use that glittery eye makeup and have his hair done the same way as that one wedding you both attended in Sunshine Lands? What kind of makeup would you put on? What sort of hairstyle would you don? 

Oh, what would you wear? 

Just the thought of you dolled up on their wedding day was enough for Jade to collapse onto his bed with a dreamy sigh. Floyd was always sure to throw a pillow with expert precision at his head paired with a playfully disgusted groan.

His twin’s actions never stopped the daydreams that flitted about in his mind throughout his day. Even in class, he’d imagine himself standing across from you. His usual close-lipped smile would be replaced with a toothy grin as he celebrated their nuptials with friends and family, basking in the day in blissful euphoria.

Even when he's struggling on his broom during PE, Jade imagines how your cheeks would turn red as he dipped you low to grace his lips with yours before the officiant even finished the pronouncement that the husband (him!) could kiss you.

Even when he's carrying a tray full of dishes to a table during his shift, he imagines what the reception would be like. Jade was certain that you’d be swept up in a dance with his beloved twin before Floyd inevitably decided it was the groom’s turn to be spun around.

Needless to say, Jade was overly eager for his wedding day to come. 

Yet, as he stood at the altar, staring into the same colored eyes as yours were, Jade couldn’t find himself sharing the same love that reflected back at himself so brightly. Even as he stood across from his soon to be spouse, he envisioned it was you standing there instead.

The person in front of him had some similar features to you, same color hair and eyes though not as appealing. The skin tone was close, but blemishes you had were not in the same spots. Their eye shape and nose were comparable, but your lips were completely different. Unfortunately, he’ll take what he could get, even if it was barely enough to pretend that it was you. 

You both had broken up. Though, was it really a break up if neither of you ever said those words? Regardless, you were no longer with him, despite the tender love you both cultivated and nurtured throughout the years at NRC. Now that love, though still persisting in his heart, has wilted from your missing presence.

Unable to handle the aching void where you had once filled, Jade was forced to find something else to get rid of that gnawing emptiness. And the best stands across from him, a human that looked slightly like you with vaguely parallel mannerisms. They should’ve eased the pain, but it just feels like two puzzle pieces forced together, scraping at the edges and disfiguring the original shapes in the process.

It feels wrong. 

In fact, everything feels revoltingly wrong. Jade’s stomach churns and the disgusting feeling of his own suit and human flesh makes him want to scream. He wants to peel everything off, clawing deep streaks into his body. He wants to destroy the hideous altar beside him, break every expensive chair and table in sight, shred those ugly, stupid flowers till they crumple into the sand beneath his shoes. He wants to disappear back into the comfort of the Coral Sea and hide away in a dark cove with his brother at his side. 

But he can’t, so Jade forces the rising bile and deep rage back to the little caged box where his fractured heart sits next to the love and memories of you.

Instead, he’ll stand there, neat and gentlemanly as he always was. He’ll repeat the vows he doesn’t mean. He’ll slip the ring that was supposed to be yours onto somebody else's finger. He’ll lean in and kiss lips that make stomach acid crawl up his throat. Then he’ll walk down the aisle with his newly married partner, ignoring the grieving frowns his parents and Azul carry and opting to stare at his brother, who sat between his father and Azul, instead.

Floyd still doesn’t look at him, and that hurts more than Jade would like to admit. 

He knew his family wasn’t happy, but what could he do? It wasn’t like you were going to suddenly appear before them and demand the ceremony be stopped. You weren’t going to steal him away from this offensive wedding, grabbing his hand and running away like those silly dramas he used to watch with you. As much as he would’ve loved to see that happen, it wouldn’t. 

After all, nobody has seen you in years, not since his final year of NRC. You had up and disappeared with no goodbyes. Not to your friends. Not to Grim. Not to him. He was forced to hear that you returned back to your world by Crowley of all people. 

The headmage had been suspiciously tight-lipped about how he had returned you back home, and Jade was convinced that you were pushed into the mirror by Crowley—He was sure of it! You loved him as much as he loved you. You wouldn’t just leave him behind…Right?—Alas, there was no proof and no amount of tears shed will let you return. Not to mention, the decade-long research stint has continuously turned up empty and there’s only so many failures Jade could withstand. The day he gave up looking for you had led to the biggest fight Jade and Floyd had in their lifetime.

But again, Jade couldn’t take the pain anymore. He couldn’t stand waking up to a cold bed and wet tears every morning. He couldn’t go through his daily life by himself when everything reminded him of you. Since that day, you had left him alone. That day, his heart shattered into millions of pieces in front of that damn mirror with only recollections and once-vivid visions of your shared future as keepsakes from his time with you. 

Because he had given you his shielded, beating heart, Jade was forced to pick up each cracked piece with bleeding fingers and hoarse sobs. He was forced to reassemble as a broken man. He was forced to find comfort in another’s embrace with your name still filling his lungs and soul. Because you won’t come back, no matter how much he cries or begs. 

No, he’ll remain stuck in this loveless marriage on land because it reminded Jade of what could’ve been if you stayed home with him.

[khunwriting]

[Flos]

Synopsis: Leona opens his eyes to see you leaning over him with a flower crown in your hands.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Leona wasn’t surprised by the presence next to him when he woke up nor did he need to open his eyes to know it was you. Your scent mixed with the general floral fragrance of the botanical garden filled his nose and he was acutely aware of your thigh brushing against his shoulder. 

But why were you here? Before he drifted off to sleep, the second prince was sure it was just him and Ruggie, actively shooing the hyena away in favor of skipping class again. Judging by how you were sitting next to him, it must be a free period or classes were completely done; you’ve always been a goody-two shoes. 

Leona’s ears swiveled slightly when he caught the lightest vibrations from you. You were humming some random tune to a song he’s never heard before—Probably some song back from your home. The melody was soft and sounded upbeat, lilting in pleasant highs and soothing lows. 

‘It sounds nice’ was Leona’s fleeting thought before smothering it so it could never see the light of day ever again. Instead, he’ll focus on how your hands were constantly shifting, causing the sleeves of your blazer to rustle. You were clearly doing something, but there was no distinct sound of paper or pencil. So you weren’t doing schoolwork, like a studious little herbivore. 

Then what could you be working on? 

“There!” Your voice rang out clearly, snuffing your little song without a second thought. Leona didn’t open his eyes, but he can already picture the wide grin blooming across your face. 

The silence that filled the air in the absence of your song was replaced by fabric shuffling. The pressure of your thigh shifts and disappears from his body. The lion could feel you begin to lean over him, yet he waited. After a moment, he felt your fingers graze against his ears, making them flick instinctively. 

Instantly, Leona’s eyes snapped open and he grasped one of your wrists in a quick and fluid motion. A primal section in his chest rumbled pleasantly at the openly shocked expression on your face. He chuckled lowly while your face twisted in an exasperated scoff, your lips pursing into a pout. Releasing his hold, the third-year lazily sat up fully and eyed the object you’ve been fiddling with for the past several minutes. 

“The hell is this?” Leona grumbled with a voice that was still a tad raspy from his nap. Sitting pretty in your hold was your little project. Stems were entwined together, crossing over one another in a simple yet stable circlet. Purple fans of splayed petals bloomed around the circumference, growing into flecks of white and yellow on the signal portion of the flowers. “What? You ever seen a flower crown before?” There was a light teasing edge in your words that matched your cheeky grin, but Leona brushed it away in favor of raising a finger to lift one of the drooping falls of the flower. 

“I know what it is,” The prince didn’t bother hiding the annoyed tone lacing his sleepy words, earning a giggle from you. At the twinkling sound, Leona just rolled his eyes before dropping his hand in his lap. “I mean, why are you trying to give it to me?”

“Flowers make good gifts. They’re pretty with so many different meanings,” You responded easily with a shrug of your shoulders as if it was the most obvious thing. “I think these suit you,”

“Why?” It was a simple question, or so Leona thought. His green eyes bored into your own hues, and for a moment, you seemed apprehensive. As to why, the lion couldn’t say. Usually, you’d be more than happy to yap in his ears about anything and everything like a little excited dog. Now, though, any words that were on the tip of your tongue were swallowed back up and kept close to your heart. “C’mon, you were so excited to give it to me before. The least you can do is tell me why,” 

“...Don’t wanna say,” You mumbled in a defiant way that had Leona raising an eyebrow at your childish manner. When you met his gaze, your eyes narrowed, probably seeing the curious amusement on his face. “You’ll make fun of me,”

“No, I won’t,” He was lying.

“Yeah, you will,” And you knew him too well.  

Both sat there, not uttering a word and mentally willing the other to concede first. Unfortunately, the two of you were stubborn, and if Ruggie was there, he would definitely bemoan about “how the bull-headed duo is at it again!” The thought of the cunning, little beastman had Leona’s tail sweeping in irritation, already visualizing the mischievous grin the hyena would send his way.

After a long stare down, you spoke again with a faux resigned sigh.

“You know what. Nevermind, I can just give this to Ruggie,” Upon hearing those words, Leona bristled in his spot. The image of Ruggie wearing the flower crown you crafted specifically for him left a bitter taste in his mouth. 

If you noticed the disgruntled expression on the third-year’s face, you didn’t mention it. Rather, you chose to retract your hands away from the grouchy prince. In a swift motion, Leona reached for your hand once more and sent you a glaring chill that would’ve caused shivers up your spine if you weren’t so used to the sight. Instead, you quirked a brow up, matching his leer with an intrigued stare. 

“Ruggie would just eat it,” Leona grumbled out, the words coming out half-heartedly. Sure, the hyena ate dandelions and whatever he could get his little shifty hands on, but it was a pitiful excuse. Both of you knew it. 

“Irises are poisonous,” You countered plainly, giving the prince a look. He just grunted in response and kept his steely glare. And you were caught in a stalemate once more. 

Not wanting to go through another lapse of silence and unnecessary staring, you silently rolled your eyes and shifted your hands higher. The corners of the lion’s lips curled upwards in a smug smirk as he leaned down to let you place the wreath onto his head. 

The weight of the crown was heavier than he expected, but it was welcomed nonetheless. Though Leona had never worn a flower crown before—Sevens know Cheka had tried numerous times—the feeling of your handcrafted one felt familiar, like it returned to its rightful place after being away for so long.

“Well…?” The lion beastman asked, sitting up a tad taller. His eyes bored into yours, and he could faintly see the reflection of himself in your wide eyes. Nothing has changed physically, aside from the silly flower crown you crafted, yet you looked at him as if he was someone to be revered.

“I was right. They do suit you,” You said softly with a syrupy smile. Honesty oozed in between your words, sickeningly sweet and genuine. Just enough to make Leona’s teeth hurt and cause something to stir in his chest, something gentle and heavy that caused warmth to trickle throughout his body. 

Leona quickly recognized what the feeling was, and he was even quicker to stamp it out and disregard it as he always does. 

Again, one half of the bull-headed duo.

Like the lazy lion he was, Leona let out an obnoxious yawn and shifted his body to lean his entire weight against you—something you were accustomed to. As he moved, Leona purposely raised his tail to flick you in the face, causing you to sputter at the appendage. He bit back a chuckle at your indignant huff before resting his head on your shoulder.

Though the prince made sure to be cautious of damaging the iris-covered crown encircling his regal head.

[khunwriting]

Hello :) I have an Angst/ Comfort writing prompt for the leech twins (if you want, if not, feel free to ignore) (separate please, but Floyd is my personal favorite) with a smaller, very “aware of their surroundings” Fem!Reader (or Gen!Neutral Reader). ((I wanna play into their mafia allegations 🤣)) She has her head on a swivel and it’s usually unconscious from growing up in a shady neighborhood in her world. Can’t sneak up on her. The twins have tried.

Reader has gotten close to the Octavinelle Trio and spends most of her time around them. Enjoying their company and exchanging street smart knowledge with them.

One day, reader and the twins go out on the town together to run some errands for monstro lounge. While out, they stop for lunch at a café.

Out of the corner of Reader’s eye, she sees a familiar glint from the other side of a window and is shouting at the twins to get down! Grabbing them and instinctively covering their heads with her body as the glass explodes. They tumble to the floor for cover as chaos ensues.

Then the twins smell a smell they’re all too familiar with. Blood.

Reader goes limp while still protecting the twins heads, loosing consciousness from the pain. Her back horribly shredded.

The twins work to get their dear friend to safety, and then they go hunting. Turns out the attacker was an enemy of their father.

My questions;

How would the twins punish their attacker?

How would they react to realizing this paranoid little minnow saved them, and maybe realizing their own feelings for reader and it being put into perspective because she got hurt actively saving them from likely a fatal blow?

How would the twins help her heal & would they get possessive/overly protective till either she was healed and they calmed down… if the twins ever did calm down?

[Request: Protector]

Pairing: Floyd Leech x Reader; Jade Leech x Reader (separate)

Notes: Sorry that this took a while! Work has been taking a lot out of me recently, but I finally completed this. :) This was a fun concept, so thank you for sending in a request! I really hope that you enjoy it!

You were a curious little thing. Not only do you not have magic but you’re the only girl attending NRC, a prominent all-boys academy that excelled in magical education. By all means, you were not supposed to be there; in fact, your very presence in Twisted Wonderland was an anomaly. You weren’t born and raised here, no, you came from an entirely different world with no beasts, magic, or merfolk. A completely unassuming place that sounded rather plain in comparison.

Yet everything about you was not. 

While at first glance, you seemed to rather be a jumpy little krill. Your head was constantly swiveling about, always checking over your shoulders and surroundings. One would assume you were looking for someone, but it occurred even in the comfort of your friends. With a bright grin or chuckle, your head would turn with a quick peek over your shoulder and return to the conversation like nothing happened. An odd habit for sure, but you were an odd person in general. 

And the peculiar always piqued Leech brothers’ interest. 

It was interesting, watching you from afar. You were fast on your feet, and the times where you found yourself in a fight—which funnily seemed like every other day—your tiny form would evade magic spells and punches quickly and easily. The way you acted was like a cute, little barrelfish, and the brothers wanted a chance to see it all up close.

And once exams ended and the field of anemones grew plentiful, the twins were pleased to find you stumbling into the Mostro Lounge. The opportunity landed right in front of the greedy eels and they would be fools to not take advantage of it. Granted, the whole situation ended with you temporarily losing your Ramshackle Dorm and Azul to overblot, but it all worked out in their favor because now you approached them! 

Perhaps the traumatic experience made you bond with them because you voluntarily seeked the Octavinelle trio out of your own accord. And if watching you from afar was interesting, having you within reach was abundantly more fascinating.

The three had learned about your life back in your other world, and all your unusual habits became more clear: The swivel of your head was to constantly check around your surroundings, in case someone was prowling in the shadows—which was why the twins always failed to sneak up on you. You were quick because you had to be. It was unfortunate how dire your life was prior, but the tidbits of knowledge you shared with them was…Informative, to put it simply.

And maybe that’s why they were quite content to have you join their little trio. Whether it was walking together in between classes or even keeping them company during the slower nights at Mostro Lounge, they welcomed you with open arms.

So, when Azul needed the eels to gather ingredients in the village for the Mostro Lounge, the Leeches were quick to ask for your presence. Despite the rumors of how cold and callous the student body deemed the eels, you had wormed your way into their hearts. It was safe to say they had become fond of you, whether they anticipated it or not.

The twins were rather eager to spend time with you by window shopping or chatting about the fun things you learned back in your world. You were just so fascinating, and maybe that’s why they were rather pushy on going to that little cafe on the corner for lunch. It was a chance to prolong their time with you.

The tall mers couldn’t help but share a smug look between each other as the host had sat the three of you next to the window. As the host left the table, the three of you started eyeing the menus.

“Man, they sure got a lot here,” Floyd whistled lowly with an arc of his brow. His dual-colored hues flitted across the pages as his tongue peeked from between his sharp rows of teeth.  “What’re you guys gonna get?”

“I’m in the mood for something savory myself. Perhaps a caprese panini with a white tea,” Jade answered shortly afterwards, settling on his meal rather quickly. He placed down his menu to look across the table with a fond smile. “What about you, prefect?”

“I don’t know…” You trailed off with a small sigh. Your lips pursed at the rows of fancy lettering and prettily plated pictures of the food. “They all look good,”

“Ooohhh, can I choose for ya, minnow?” Floyd perked up with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. When you nodded, the eel-mer let out a delighted cackle and sat up straighter. Floyd’s expression shifted into something more focused, eliciting some laughter from both you and his twin. “Let’s see…” 

Floyd began mumbling to himself as his fingers drifted across the page. Jade leaned over to point at a few items, but the taller mer slapped his brother’s hand away with an irritated ‘I’m choosing! Not you!’ Of course, that only made Jade more eager to push Floyd’s buttons. 

With an amused huff, you just put down your menu and started to swivel your head around, to which the twins paid no attention to it. When your head craned to peer outside of the window, you suddenly stiffened up with wide eyes. Noticing the odd action, the twins stopped their banter and eyed you worryingly. 

“Is something—?” Jade never got to finish his question as you suddenly lunged across the table, reaching for both him and his brother. “Get down!” 

You moved faster than they could comprehend. Your arms quickly wrapped around their heads protectively and yanked them both down to the floor as a loud bang filled the once-gentle air. More bangs followed shortly afterwards, mingling with the screams ringing out in the cafe and on the street as the window’s glass shattered. 

Rain consisting of shards poured down on the three of you as you all sprawled out the tiled floor with a harsh smack. The falling glass became embedded into soft flesh, causing the cuts to bubble red and left a coppery scent in the air. 

Laying beside each other, the twins’ minds were jumbled, unable to process what just happened. The weight of your body spread between the two of them, and your shielding arms still coiled around them with a slight tremor. From where the two laid, they could see the slight smile on your face as your gaze flickered between them with relief.

“L-Lil minnow?” Floyd stumbled over his words as he watched your eyelids fall shut and your body went slack. His hand reached out to press against your back, but he immediately stopped upon feeling a wet and sticky liquid coat his hand. Floyd’s hand drew back and both brothers took a sharp inhale at the crimson coating his palm.

“We need to go now!” Jade spoke urgently, unable to hide the concern lacing his tone. In spite of the bangs and yelling still ringing in the air, the two carefully cradled your body between them and shuffled across the floor towards the back of the cafe. Exiting the backdoor, the brothers found themselves in an alleyway. Careful not to be seen, they peered around the corner.

There, in front of the once quaint cafe, were several sleek cars and even more men, donned in fancy looking suits with firearms in their grasp. Slowly, the shooting stopped and left the air with an uncomfortable silence after such a barrage. One of the men gestured to the cafe, and many of the suited men began to make their way towards the building.

“Jade…” Floyd breathed out, tightening his grip on you with a grim expression. From his side, Jade’s face mirrored the same bleak frown.

"I know, but our priority is her," Both casted one meaningful glance at your unconscious form before turning around and sprinted back towards NRC. It's not till you're safe in the nurse's office do they begin their hunt.

Floyd Leech

Floyd knew he liked you far before this incident happened, but knowing that you actively protected him and his beloved brother’s lives has increased his feelings by tenfold. That is not something to take lightly, and he will be forward with his intentions with you going forward.

After finding out the attacker was his father’s enemy, Floyd becomes enraged and wants to deal with them immediately. However, since it’s such a delicate matter, he becomes antsy when told to wait until his father figures out what to do.

In the meantime, he settles for watching over you in the nurse’s office. He’s not good at first aid, so don’t expect much help in that department. However, Floyd will be happy to grab you anything you need. Snacks? Games? One of those hedgehogs they keep at Heartslabyul? Whatever you wish for, you will get. 

Despite the anger swelling inside of him, he’s so gentle with you. He’s carefully brushing strands of hair out of your face, ghosting his fingers against your cheeks, and holding your hand like you’re going to disappear on him.

“I’m gonna get them real good for ya, lil minnow. I promise, so just focus on getting better, ‘kay?”

Upon getting the go ahead from his father, Floyd lets Azul take care of you in the meantime. Unlike the land above, the sea is far more unkind. With Jade at his side, Floyd goes all in. There are no limits and anything goes. He’ll sink his fangs and claws into flesh until the anger in him is soothed.

When he comes back to you, Floyd is all bloody smiles. If you ask, he’ll happily tell you everything he’s done in great detail. He’ll even bring back scales and/or teeth as trophies for you and will also use this as his way of courting you.

Once you are discharged and back on your feet, expect a very protective and clingy eel to accompany you everywhere. Even when it comes to your friends, Floyd will be a lingering presence. He’ll start adopting your habit of looking over your shoulder, and he will always be on lookout whenever you decide to leave the campus for whatever reason

It’ll take time, but he will eventually calm down. Despite taking out the people that hurt you, Floyd is still aware that there are more enemies out there. He knows that you’re already involved with him, so he might as well be by your side to ensure your safety.

“I like you so much, even way before all that stuff happened. I know you can take care of yourself, but you’re my minnow. No matter what, I got your back,”

Jade Leech

Jade was always intrigued by your actions and thoughts, but he thought that was it: Fascination. So when you put your life on the line for him and his beloved brother, it dawns on him how much he truly adores you.

Upon finding out that the attack was due to his father’s adversaries, Jade is livid. He’s already beyond angry that they would go out of their way to go after him and his brother, but his rage deepens now that you become entangled in their family business. But Jade is a patient eel, and when told to wait by his father, he bides his time.

In the meantime, Jade will visit you in the nurse’s office and wait on you on hand and foot. He’s no medic, but he’s handled his fair share of cleaning scrapes and dressing injuries—Mostly due to Floyd getting into his own mishaps. Any minor cuts from the glass he can tend to, but he’ll leave the gashes on your back to the professionals.

Jade will take care of you tenderly and sweetly, whether it's fluffing your pillow or grabbing you water when you appear parched. He is constantly watching and adjusting his actions based on your reactions. And once he deems it alright, he’ll rest his hand on your arm with a remorseful frown and dim hues.

“I apologize for dragging you into this matter…You have my word that we will get them. Even if they try to hide in the deepest depths, they will not get away,”

Once his father gets back to them, Jade entrusts Azul to care for you, though he will be slightly reluctant to leave. However, his anger is quick to return and there is no holding back. With Floyd at his side, Jade will use whatever underhanded tactics necessary until he deems there is retribution worthy of the wounds that litter your back.

It is only when the threat is eliminated that Jade will take a step back and reflect on his relationship with you—more importantly, if he wants to be involved with you any further. Though he does carry strong feelings for you, the fear of you getting injured again looms over him. He does not want to see you bedridden and hurt because of him. 

When he returns, there is a noticeable distant tone and placid smile that he will carry. After you return to full health, Jade will slip away and do his best to keep you at arm’s length. You will have to be the one to approach and assure him, and it will take a lot of effort on your part (and possibly your confession) for him to stick with you once more. 

Jade may appear calm and normal again, but the memories will never go away. He’ll grow more possessive and protective of you, especially when you two are out of campus. He’s hyper aware of his surroundings and double-checking shadows more often. Knowing that his family has more enemies out there, Jade will do his best to make sure you are never hurt under his watch ever again.

“I adore you incredibly so, pearl. I…I don’t want a repeat of that day. I cannot afford to lose you, so do me a favor and stick by my side, if only to soothe my anxiety, dear,”