Moray

An amateur fanfic writer inconsistently publishing fanfics and ghosting my readers

[morayoflight]

Introduction

Requests for Butler!Jade HCs are now closed until I finish the current ones ^^

Requests completed: 1/4

My name is Moray and I write fanfictions/imagines/hcs from time to time. I usually write for Twst’s Octavinelle, Jade Leech in particular (usually self-indulgent) 💙

I’m just starting out so I’m not very good at writing but feel free to read my stuff and leave a comment!

Fair warning that I tend to ghost my account until I have a new fanfic to publish but it's okay to send me a message or an ask! Bye~

[writingsbychlo]

false confessions | azriel

summary; you overhear azriel say something, and try to cooperate. word count; 4595 notes; based on this ask, that I got a little carried away with!

"I love her, I really do." Az sighed, your heart swelling a little as you listened from where you were perched within the library, Nesta at your side. When you'd heard the men come in, you'd been intent on going to see your mate, but they'd been talking, Cassian had been deep into a story about him and Nesta, and your friend had been adamant about hearing it out. So, you'd let her grab your wrist, sneaking the two of you deeper into the library, hiding away between the shelves where even Azriel's shadows had not bothered to slip away and investigate. 

"But?" Rhysand prompted, your heart skipping a beat in your chest at the pause that followed, the silence seeming to drag on. 

"But... she's so clingy sometimes." Azriel exhaled the words on a breath, and Cassian snickered a little in response. "I just- sometimes I want my peace and quiet, and it just feels like whenever we're together, she's right on top of me at home, we never just.. do our own thing."

Your stomach twisted, and Nesta's fingers tightened around your wrist as she was still gripping it. All playfulness was gone, though. She let go a second later, straightening up and brushing down her skirts primly, pausing only when you grasped her in response, shaking your head. You knew that your friend would defend you to the ends of the earth if you asked, but you didn't want her to. This wasn't her problem, or anyone else's, it was yours. 

You were spinning, mind feeling like it was going a million miles an hour, the way it felt to fly home with Azriel when drunk after a night at Rita’s, while your stomach twisted the way it did the morning after said nights out. You weren’t sure where this problem had come from, up until now, you’d always thought Azriel liked the affectionate side of you, the part that just couldn't get enough of him. Clearly, that was not the case.

Your eyes tracked the movements of Azriel's shadows as they slithered out further, lazily, but inching ever closer to you and Nesta's position. Slowly, in an attempt not to get caught at all, you snuck backwards, taking her with you. Manoeuvring through the stacks, you stayed hidden, the two of you slipping out through the back exit and unseen, and in silence. 

Only once their voices had entirely faded and you were slowing your pace between the twists and turns of the corridors did Nesta finally let a loud and obscene curse slip from her lips. "I'm gonna' kick ten tons of shit out of them all."

"No." The word was icy on your tongue, and her head snapped to you, You gave a soft wince in apology. "I'm not mad at him."

"What? Why not?" 

"Because.. he's right. I am clingy, I just thought he liked that. I thought he liked when we were together, I never sensed anything otherwise down the bond, perhaps he's just good at hiding it. But, you heard him, he doesn't like it, so it's down to me to stop." You shrugged, but it didn't stop the stinging in your throat, and you slammed up walls at your end of the bond, hoping the hurt beginning to build hadn't yet leaked across to reach him. 

"What I heard," Nesta muttered, ice on her own voice as her arms crossed angrily over her chest, "was my mate chuckling his smug little ass off at the comment. Jerk. He can sleep in another bed tonight." She was equally as angry, on your behalf, and you grinned a little at the affection she displayed for you. 

"You don't have to do that."

"It's for me. He doesn't get to gossip about things like this behind my back. I wonder how many things I have done that irritate him that he's never told me, simply choosing to whine about it to those other bats." She hissed the word out like an insult, and you couldn't find fault in her logic. "I'd bet Feyre would agree."

"Would agree with what?" You both jumped, rather violently, approaching the dinner hall where said sister was sitting comfortably, a sketchbook and some charcoals out in front of herself, brows raised. Nesta didn't hesitate, stalking across the room and offering her daemati sister her hand. Brushing off charcoal on her skirt, she took it gently, gasping a second later after replaying the memory. "Those... those jerks!”

“That’s what I said!” Nesta burst, hands on her hips, and only the soft cooing of her nephew was enough to replace the scowl she wore with a slight smile. Your attention remained fixed on Feyre as she processed the covert conversation you’d secretly witnessed.

“No wonder Rhys locked me out, I didn't think much of it, boy talk, but this kind of boy talk?" She frowned, offering a sympathetic look your way, and the solidarity of your friends made you feel that much better. You rubbed your temples, swallowing again thickly, the weight of it all beginning to bring you down a little. "Fey, can you just take me home?"

"Of course, Nesta will watch Nyx for a moment, right?" His auntie was already leaning over his bassinet, tapping the tip of his nose teasingly as the baby babbled happily in return. With a hand in hers, Feyre took you home, a warm hug and a chastising word about their behaviour, her parting gift, before leaving you alone in the house belonging to you and your mate. 

The house was quiet when you were alone, the middle of the day meaning you would be alone for quite a while yet, leaving you plenty of time to decide on your course of action. You glanced around, somehow feeling out of place within your own home. It all felt.. different, somehow.

Were you mad? No, only sad, and so retaliation didn't seem fair. 

Sure, you were upset he'd talk to his friends about it rather than simply tell you, but Azriel had always struggled with 'talking about it', and had never wanted to hurt you. Emotionally inept at times, perhaps this was simply his way of trying to protect your feelings. A conversation you were never supposed to hear, a hurt you were never supposed to feel, because your mate was simply putting up with it to let you feel better. 

You couldn’t have that. This relationship wasn’t supposed to be about secret sacrifices, it was supposed to be about trust and love and mutual respect. You’d sworn it when finding out you were mates, and sworn it again at the ceremony, and you tried to hold it up every day. Azriel wanted to spare your feelings, and now, you’d spare his, too.

It was hours before he returned, and you’d found yourself slipping back into your regular routine, making everything feel normal again by sticking to what you knew. You were unloading ingredients, cooking a comfort meal for yourself, when your mate returned home.

You first caught the tell-tale sign of feet hitting the ground outside from the sky, then steps got closer and closer up the pathway, before finally, the door opening and closing.

By the time you heard him taking off his boots and hanging up his coat, you'd found it within yourself to muster a reasonably convincing smile, and shake away any lingering thoughts about it. You are doing this for Azriel, to make him happy, to love him the way he’d loved you for years, without ever telling you. Your body twitched, aching to move to him like you always did, to greet him at the door with a kiss, with a hug, with something, and you firmly rooted your feet to the ground. After a pause, clearly anticipating what you now realised was an unwanted overload of affection, Azriel left the entry, stepping through the large open-arc into the kitchen. 

"Hello, my love.." You only smiled, ignoring the curious tone in his voice, brushing your hands down the front of your apron. "What have you been up to today?"

"I saw Nesta." 

"Oh?" He paused by your side, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek, and you tipped your face to the side receiving it, but made no move for more the way you usually would. 

"She gave me a couple of new books, and said she’d return the other ones." You only hoped he simply hadn't noticed that the book pile on the coffee table had not, in fact, changed at all. He didn't glance over, and you moved away, to the food laid out ready to be prepared for dinner. 

"Are you alright, my love? You don't seem quite like yourself, tonight.”

You redirected your glance to the vegetables, only nodding in response, and taking a deep breath to force another smile. "I'm just fine, don't worry, just a little tired today."

He lingered for a second, before nodding himself, offering a smile in return, and a flush of reassuring love down the bond. You let it in, letting it warm you from the inside out. So, this is what he wanted, he had noticed and was already responding better. It was both relieving and painful. He rolled up his sleeves, taking another step closer to you. "What are we making? What can I do to help?"

"Not a thing, I've got it here, don't worry." His head shot up, brows furrowing once again, and your hand almost reached out, wishing to smooth that spot between on his face that had wrinkled with the frown. He noticed this time, the slight raise of your hand before you lowered it. 

"But, I thought you liked it when we cooked together? You said you like how I can tell you about my day, while we make dinner." It's true, you had said that, but that was just another one of the events you'd forced upon him, wasn't it? Another act where he wanted to do his own thing, but was instead beholden to your wishes.

"I do, but we don't have to cook together every night. I'm fine here, I was just in my thoughts, is all. You could tell me about your day while we eat?” A flash of hurt travelled across his face, as though you were rejecting him, and so it was your turn to send a pulse of love down the bond to him. He tugged in response, pulling a smile from you, a real one, the way it always did when he did that. 

With a kiss placed on your forehead, he left in silence a moment later. Not long after, his footsteps were on the stairs, bath filling in the bathroom, and you let out a sigh at his absence. 

He returned in time for dinner, one of his shadows had been left behind, not-so-subtly lingering near the chopping boards to monitor you, and so you'd been careful about making sure to seem positively chipper until he returned. He helped carry everything through to the table, commenting gently under his breath about how good it all looked, and you thanked him as you poured wine, letting him serve food for you both onto your respective plates. 

Taking opposite seats, the lull lasted not a full second, before Azriel was diving right into a spirited recap of his day:

"Rhysand and Cassian are in the doghouse." You almost slipped with your wine glass as you took a nerve-soothing sip, and Azriel was smirking as he chopped his chicken up, lifting a piece on his fork to his lips, awaiting your response. 

"Oh? And why is that?" You followed suit, hoping your tone didn't give it away, already knowing exactly why they were upset. All three of you had felt a little betrayed by their conversation behind your backs. 

"Not a clue. All I know is that after we finished our discussion, Nesta and Feyre wanted nothing to do with either. Rhys was all 'Feyre, darling, I was thinking we could catch dinner on the Sidra tonight, I made a reservation'," Azriel mocked his best friend's voice, and genuine laughter spilt from you, his eyes glittering a little and the bond between you humming once again. "And then Feyre said 'I was thinking I'd rather spend the evening with anyone else, right now, actually'. He was speechless. As were Cass and I." 

He was so excited to share the gossip, like it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened, and the thought that perhaps this wouldn't be so hard crossed your mind. The same Azriel, the same you, just with less.. togetherness. Less touching. Perhaps, it would even make the times together and the touches even more special than you'd always thought they were. "And Cassian?"

"Even worse. He was in the midst of laughing at Rhys' shocked face when Nesta all but removed his balls in front of us." He took a swig of his wine, and you placed a piece of chicken into your mouth, excited to hear just how she'd unleashed that anger she'd been holding when you'd last seen her. "She said, 'oh, laugh it up, bat boy. See how much you're laughing when you're laying in bed alone tonight, nothing but your right hand to keep you company'."

That made your jaw drop, Azriel's deep laughter permeating the air at your reaction, and you felt proud of your friend, even if you did feel a little bad for Cassian. That's what they get for complaining behind their mates' backs instead of being honest. 

"So, Feyre then proceeded to thank Rhysand for the reservation, take both Nyx and Nesta and winnow away without another word. Presumably to said reservation for a lovely sisterly dinner." Az shrugged, turning back to his food, and you sipped at your wine. Good for them. "When I left, Rhys and Cass were grumbling at the dinner table, trying to work out what they'd done wrong."

That sent a pang of pain shooting back through your chest, but you quickly suppressed it, beginning to tell him all about your own day, and your suddenly-made plans to go shopping instead of sitting at home with him all day tomorrow. He didn't object, only encouraged you. 

After dinner, with plates cleared away and wine glasses refilled, you'd both moved to the living room, a quiet night planned as he settled onto the couch, book in hand, opening his action-packed thriller to the page he'd left off at as you stoked the fire idly, stocking a few more logs on. 

When there was nothing more you could do to it, you stood, brushing down your skirts and leaving the room, not missing the trail of his eyes after you, or the sweep of one of his shadows, trying to curl around your ankle as you hurried through the house and up the stairs. You had planned to simply settle into bed, let your mind spin and wander, but with his watchful little trick giving you it's full-attention, you were forced to move through your preparations for bed, and follow its lead when it wrapped itself around your wrist, tugging you back downstairs. 

When you returned, Azriel's glass was empty, book still open, but his gaze was on the doorway as you walked through it. "Where'd you go?"

"I thought I'd prepare for bed before reading tonight, seeing as I'm so tired, that way I can get in bed as soon as the need arises." Your hands locked in front of yourself, and dipped his head in a gesture toward your book pile. 

"Will you sit with me and read for a while, then?"

"Of course." What were you supposed to do, say no? You were giving him space, but when he asked you to stay, who were you to deny it? Picking up the book from the top of the pile, you settled down into the large armchair on one side of the table, perpendicular to the couch Azriel sat on. As you opened your book, his snapped shut, and he let out a rough sigh. 

"What are you doing?"

"I'm reading." You teased, waving your book at him, but he was not in such a playful mood, it seemed. 

"I see that. Why are you doing it over there?"

You faltered. What now? Confess to hearing him, or continue to spare his feelings the way he had been sparing yours for years. The choice seemed clear. "Sitting closer to the fire, so I don't get cold."

"You never get cold, because you sit with me. You sit here, and if you get cold, I wrap a wing around you, and you get that cute little blush on your face and make one of those jokes about Illyrians being built warmer for those 'damn cold mountains'. So, why are you sitting over there?"

Busted. You worried your lower lip, trying to decide exactly what to say, but he beat you to it, his face crumpling a little as realisation washed over him. 

"You heard us in the library." It wasn't a question, no, it was a statement. A fact, he knew it. Your mate was far too intelligent and deductive for his own good, sometimes. He put down his book, crossing the room in a flash, and removing yours from your hold too. He slipped down to one knee before you, grasping your hands in his, and he gaped for a few moments, no words coming. "I didn't mean it," was what he settled on. 

"'Course you did, Az. It's okay." You squeezed his hands lightly, and he gripped back firmer, like you might pull away from him if he didn't hold on. "I was a little upset to know you'd rather tell your friends than simply tell me if something I was doing was bothering you, but you're allowed to be bothered by things."

"No, I didn't mean it, my love. Please, don't take it to heart." There was a pleading under his voice, like he thought this might drive a wedge between you both, and you pried one hand free to sit comfortingly over his cheek. His head tipped into the touch. 

"Az, it's okay, really. Not everything is always going to be perfect between us, but in future, if I do something you don't like, just tell me, okay?"

"No, no, no.." He was panicking now, so much so that the fear was beginning to ripple down the bond, you couldn't just hear it in his voice but feel it ricocheting through your own chest. Cold, like shards of ice. "Everything is perfect, and that is the problem. Rhys was complaining about all the changes with Nyx. About how he loves his son so much, but lately, Feyre hasn't even wanted to touch him, and she's had such mood swings because of the sleepless nights, he's frazzled. One minute she's coming onto him, the next she's snapping at him because he didn't kiss her just right. Cassian was complaining because Nesta is so fiercely independent and he loves it, but when all that overprotective side of him kicks in and she snaps at him for going full-Cass-mode on her, he hates it. He wishes sometimes she'd just let him clean her wounds and treat her gently."

You didn't know quite what to say, confusion filling you, and he pressed on, pushed a little closer, never letting your gaze slip from his, holding you captive with it.

"Then they were looking at me, like I was supposed to say something, anything. Like, they'd been vulnerable about things they couldn't tell their mates without feeling embarrassed, as though it was my turn. I couldn't think of anything, because, baby, everything is perfect. All I wanted to say was, 'can't relate, Rhysand; maybe one day but not today. Can't relate Cassian; my girl protects me as much as I protect her, we fuss over each other'. I didn't want to upset them, and I realised what they wanted was clingy, the kind of clingy we have, the kind of clingy I love. So, I tried to tell them it wasn't all it seemed, so they'd feel better."

His thumbs soothed over your knuckles, the only sounds between you being the popping of the fire and the ticking of the large clock, until you sighed. He leaned down, kissing the hand still clutched in his own, before twisting to press a kiss to the palm on his cheek before you could retract it. 

"It damn near broke my heart when you didn't greet me at the door tonight. It's my favourite part of getting up in the morning, knowing that when I come home, you'll come flying into my arms, and show me so much love, a kind of love I never thought I'd have. But you didn't, you said you were fine, though. I worried you were mad at me, too. You didn't want to cook together, I hated that, because I like being part of the things you like. You didn't kiss me, you haven't kissed me all night, I miss it. I miss it so much. You didn't hold my hand at dinner, and now you won't sit with me. I'm worried, my love. I'm scared, you have to believe me."

He raised his free hand, sitting it tenderly over your jaw, just like you did for him, swiping his thumb delicately back and forth across your cheekbone. It was an act you adored so much, something he knew brought you peace and comfort, and at this moment, it was doing just that. You could feel the fear in his words as it echoed in your chest, the desperation as he waited for your response. Lifting the hand from his cheek, his gaze tracked the movement, watching your hand hover for a split second over his head. He didn't let the half-second become a full one. He took your hand, lacing it into his hair where it had been headed, your fingernails scratching over his scalp in the soothing way he loved so much. 

"Always touch me. Never hesitate. I don't care if we're at dinner or on a battlefield, but your touch, your attention, your love is everything. Never stop." His eyes fluttered closed in bliss, but he was still tense. "Just say you forgive me."

"I do not, because there's nothing to forgive." His breath hitched at the beginning of your sentence, eyes snapping open wide, and you leaned forward to rest your forehead on his. "Next time, come up with something that's not going to hurt my feelings, even if I shouldn't be eavesdropping."

He smirked at that, nose brushing yours and he laughed breathily. "Next time, I'm just going to take the teasing and let them know how utterly fucking hard in love I am."

"Well, that works too." You smiled, before he was sitting up more, raising from his one knee and pressing his hands underneath your body. "What are you doing?"

"Moving you so we can sit together."

"I'll just come to the couch-"

"Won't be close enough, now." He muttered, scooping you up enough to settle into the wing-designed chair, and situating you sideways across his lap as your eyes rolled. He left a soft bite to your covered shoulder in response. "Don't roll your eyes at me, you had me freaking out. I thought you weren't going to forgive me. I thought you weren't going to.. to be the you that I love, anymore.."

"Yes, well, that's over now." You leaned in, kissing the tip of his nose for emphasis, but uncertain eyes found yours again.

"You mean it?"

"I do." You pressed another kiss to his jaw, fingernails moving back to rake through the thick black hair on the top of his head.

"You'll greet me at the door tomorrow with a kiss?" Mm-hm. "You'll let me cook with you?" Your lips moved up to his cheek, nuzzling there sweetly as you left little pecks across his skin, mm-hm. "You'll hold my hand at the table, and play footsie, and you'll curl up on the couch with me after?" Mm-hm, your kisses reached the corner of his mouth, and you felt it twitch into a smile underneath your lips. "You'll cuddle with me in bed tonight?"

"And every other night, for the rest of our lives." 

Something akin to adoration raced through your chest, filling every part of you. Despite his pink-tinged cheeks, Azriel was confident in his requests, hazel eyes shining as he looked at you. "And you'll kiss me, you'll hold me, every time you want to. Promise me, you'll never hide your affection from me, promise me you'll show me your love for as long as you feel it for me?"

"As long as you promise the same to me." He nodded, vehemently, sealing the deal with an urgent kiss, and you felt a tingling mark forming on the back of your neck, alongside the mating bond you'd made together so many years ago. Another promise formed, to be held forever. 

His lips worked against your own, fingers slipping from where they sat on your cheek to smooth up, no longer running his fingers gently along your jaw but tracing soft tips over the patch on your neck. His lips became a smile in the kiss, teasing and sweet, a breathy sound slipping from you as he nipped at your lower. 

“We should go upstairs.” He whispered, and your arms looped around his neck, prepared for the movement that was so come as he began to shuffle toward the edge of the seat. Raising with you in his arms, he walked a path he was familiar with, your lips beginning to trace his cheekbone the way his thumb had yours moments prior, when a sudden thought crossed your mind. You gasped, sitting up stock straight and Azriel paused at the base of the stairs, brows raising, half-lidded eyes attempting to focus at your reaction. “What is it, my love?”

“We.. we have to go and tell Nesta and Feyre we worked things out.” Azriel stared for a moment, before a blinding grin was splitting across his face. It was more than a smile, it was amused and cheeky and youthful in a way he rarely showed, only in moments like this where the two of you were truly alone, when he let himself be vulnerable. A deep chuckle followed, before he was moving again, climbing the stairs with you in his arms, smile becoming a smirk. 

“So you’re the reason my brothers are in such trouble, huh?” He leaned down, nipping at the shell of your ear as he backed his way into your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind himself. Dropping you down onto the bed, enough to be able to crawl toward you as you backed up into the pillows, he didn’t let up with the wicked stare. “Let it be, we can tell them tomorrow. Consider tonight a punishment for complaining.”

“Were you not technically part of that conversation, Az? Should you not also be punished?” Your words held no threat, and he knew it too, because he only dipped his head down once he was supporting himself above you. His lips dragged over your skin, up from your chin to the shell of your ear, only to whisper;

“Oh, I think I've been punished enough for tonight. I can come up with some much more fun things for us to do..”

[morayray]

assorted colored jade doodles for the soul

[morayoflight]

#SHROOM 🥺

[caycays-deactivated20221023]

FAKE DATING! WITH JADE LEECH

In which Azul coerces you into fine-dining at the Mostro Lounge for their third anniversary. One major problem? You’re tight on Thaumarks for the month, and only couples get a discount.

“And then he clawed me in the face,” you exclaim, motioning wildly with your hands. “Like, what the hell! I carry that furball everywhere, and he decides to pull this shit just because he’s hungry? I slept in for fifteen minutes!”

Jade carries your books at his side, nodding every-so often in careful attentiveness. “If I may, why not let Grim loose at Mostro Lounge? I’ve grown quite fond of him.” 

It starts off genuine, until he lets loose a smirk, sharp teeth rising above his bottom lip. “In fact, I was about to suggest another test-run of Azul’s parasitical anemones.” He laughs, shrouding his reaction beneath his hand in polite courtesy. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re a sadist.” Looking around, you tug on Jade’s sleeve, lowering your voice. “But speaking of Mostro Lounge … what’s your stance on favors?”

“I’m not particularly fond of them.” He side-glances you, curiously. “Will you be joining us for dinner tonight? If you’re unaware, it’s our third-anniversary. We’ll be providing an unforgettable dining experience, along with a special discount for couples celebrating their own relationship milestones.” 

“Jade,” you groan, frustrated. “wrong answer. Try again.”

“Hm?” The smile tugging at his lips feels too innocent. In fact, the gleam within his eyes makes you think he knows exactly what you want. “Use your words.”

“Wanna help me out?

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[morayoflight]

#SO CUTE! #I love pining Jade #The ending of them doodling is very cute too

[morayoflight]

Butler jade who gets to see you dress up for hours in the fanciest clothes that are terribly unbalanced and has to hold you steady and reach you how to dance because you have two left feet. Or just find a way to sneak you off the dance floor so no one can see that you haven't improved from your lessons and find a random lake to throw rocks in

Hello anon! Thank you for requesting this~ I think Butler!Jade would have no problems being a menace to everyone if it's for the sake of his lady~

Butler!Jade when reader has to attend a ball HCs

*Female MC

Synopsis: You are invited to a ball but there is one tiny problem: you can’t dance. Your butler, Jade, is here to help.

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As your butler, Jade tends to be a very busy man. His plate is always filled with an abundance of responsibilities that he must fulfill for his dear lady. There is never a day when he is just idling by.

Jade wakes up everyday with the thought of doing his best for you. He believes that the quality of life you are living depends entirely on his efficiency as your servant. He must never slack off. Jade sees to it that you always have your needs and wants. He can perform anything, from the most mundane to the most outrageous of errands.

Putting your shoes on, giving you shoulder massages on a particularly draining day, carrying your things and escorting you outside, disposing of anyone who threatens to harm you and your reputation, running all the way to the next town at the last minute because the missing key ingredient of your favorite soup cannot be harvested from anywhere but there.

If you just ask of it, he is willing to do anything for you no matter how humanly impossible the task may sound. As such, Jade prides himself to be a very patient and uncomplaining gentleman.

On the other hand, his lady is the complete opposite of him. There are several things you hate doing, much less have the patience to learn them. You do not like complications after all, not being one to force things that would never work out. You are quick to accept how you were simply not built for certain skills and situations and you would let go without making any fuss, never to deal with doing it ever again.

Jade wished you’d try harder, but isn’t that why he’s here as your butler? He deals with things in your stead.

However, there were certain things you couldn’t just leave to him alone. In cases like that, Jade supports you in any way he can.

When you find out you’ve been invited to a ball, Jade makes no haste in preparing dance lessons for you. He knows that dancing is one of your least favorite things to do just because you aren’t very good at it.

Jade will enjoy helping you pick and wear your clothes. He likes seeing you in different styles and will compliment you no matter what you wear. He might also use this moment to find excuses to touch you, like fixing stray hairs out of your face, tying the ribbons behind your back and smoothing the non-existent wrinkles on your gown.

If you complain that your clothes and shoes are very hard to move in, and how they’re impossible to wear while dancing, Jade will let you hold on to him until you can balance yourself without falling face first to the ground. He will help you practice walking in them before teaching you how to dance.

Jade typically spoils you, but he is a stern lecturer when it is appropriate to be one. He teaches you patiently no matter how many times you trip or step on his foot. However, he will be slightly annoyed if you’re not paying attention on purpose.

“My lady, please look at me. I am your partner, not the ground,” he says while grabbing your chin with his hand so that you’re forced to look into his eyes.

Deep inside, Jade is deeply honored that he gets to dance with his lady and hold her close, even though you two are just doing it for practice.

If you have zero improvements by the day of the ball, Jade will ensure that you are never embarrassed. His lady will not be the night’s laughingstock. Not on his watch.

It’s good if no one asks you to a dance but if there ever is one, Jade has no qualms with taking drastic measures to get you off of the dance floor.

An entire champagne tower crashes to the floor just before the music begins? Oh, what an unfortunate accident. Whatever could the cause be?

Jade will take the opportunity to sneak you out of the venue as the chaos ensues.

He will take you home if you want to, but since it’s such a beautiful evening, he will ‘suggest’ that you take your time on a stroll and watch the stars to unwind.

Maybe he’s just being sneaky and figured he’d use this as a way to have his own romantic little date with you, whether or not you’re aware of it.

Jade may have ruined everyone else’s night, but at least he knew it wasn’t yours.

[thytaenic]

twst players who can hear this must touch, feel and consume grass immediately

[shellcouth]

HOW TO STOP JADE FROM GETTING ANY BLACKMAIL MATERIAL FROM YOU

Synopsis: If this fish mafia is trying to manipulate you in the smartest ways, then you'll stop it in the most dumbest ways.

Pairings: Jade Leech x gn reader

JADE LEECH

When Jade starts a conversation with you, don't. ever. stop. talking.

Make him internally scream with your fast-paced talking and questions that he couldn't even answer because you moved on to the next topic so fast.

Fall asleep on the spot. Pretend or really fall asleep. Doesn't matter if you're standing up.

Pretend to faint. If he brings you to the infirmary, don't wake up until he's gone. Even if he whispers in your ear that he knows that you're pretending.

Pretend that he just told you the most hilarious thing in the world and start laughing your lungs out out of nowhere.

Or pretend that he just said something hurtful and start crying. Make it loud so you would get every student's attention.

[morayoflight]

JADE BUTLER SIGN ME UP-

Okay but listen. It’s only a matter of time before reader and Jade start pinning for one another. But how would Jade react to some rando trying to court reader during a fancy party? Like trying to ask them to dance when they’re clearly not comfortable?

Ofc feel free to ignore this but thank you for reading :))

Hi anon! Thank you for requesting this! Somehow, I ended up writing an entire fic instead of just headcanons. I hope that's okay TvT

Butler!Jade reacts to someone trying to court the reader

*Gender-neutral terms for reader are used

Synopsis: You attend an acquaintance's party with Jade and someone happens to have their eye on you

Word Count: 1437

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Jade may be your butler, but he also performs a multitude of roles for you-- one of them is being your chaperone to parties such as this. 

If you were allowed to be honest, you weren't excited about this party at all. It was something you had to attend out of courtesy, trying to keep up the family image, yada yada. 

So, you chose to loiter in corners with Jade instead. 

Jade, with that ever so pleasant smile of his, follows you everywhere like a dog leashed to his master. He would, from time to time, lean down and whisper to you the names and titles of the other lords and ladies who wished to extend their greetings. 

You couldn't care less about those people, so you never remembered them. Jade knew this day would come, so he took it upon himself to memorize basic information on every single person you've met in the parties you've attended in the past. 

Honestly, where would you be without him? 

Jade practically knew everyone in the room, and that is why his vision dimmed when he spotted a certain lord walking towards your direction 

"Ah, a wonderful evening, (Name)! It is a fancy meeting you here," the man says, taking your hand to place a kiss on top of it. You were laughing albeit nervously, trying to be polite, but Jade caught the way your body tensed up a bit. 

Oh, how badly he wanted to drag you away from this situation. Alas, he was just a mere butler and could not risk tarnishing your honor all because of a servant's misconduct. He does value his reputation only for your sake. 

Instead, his smile grew wider when the lord sent a nonchalant nod of acknowledgement to his direction. It was the kind of close-eyed smile he did whenever he was cooking up sinister plans in his head. 

The lord in question was none other than a bothersome man who has been relentlessly pursuing you ever since that one party weeks ago. 

He has sent you many things. From flowers, to lengthy romantic letters and lavish gifts, Jade has seen them all and he could not be more than happy enough to throw them out for you everytime you exhaled a big sigh and asked for them to be removed.

"Have you been standing here like a wallflower all this time? Have some fun! Here, why don't we dance?" the lord offers a hand to you, clearly expecting that you would indulge his invitation. 

Instead, you stared at his open palm, and fiddled with your own hands. 

"L-look, my lord, I am terribly sorry but I don't think I can--" 

"Nonsense! It has been so long since I last gazed upon you. You will grant me the honor of spending a fraction of your night with you, yes?" He completely cut your words off, grabbing your hand and prepared to drag you off to the dance floor. Now this was exactly your problem with this suitor, he is most assertive and inconsiderate.

Your head immediately spun to Jade, eyes screaming for help. 

How. dare. he. 

This abominable swine. 

This display of utter disrespect to his master set Jade's blood at boiling point that with one swift movement, he came between you and this poor excuse of a gentleman. 

Jade's gentle hands are on your shoulders, his back facing the man as he blocks you from eyesight with his tall stature. Looking back at the young lord, Jade smiles again. 

"I apologize, my lord. My master has been feeling unwell." 

The man raises an eyebrow suspiciously as he tries to peer at you past your butler. 

"They seemed fine to-" 

"My goodness! (Name), you are looking a bit flushed. Here, let me check your temperature," Jade exclaims, his voice laced with worry and concern, and maybe a bit of exaggerated dramatization. But it was enough to baffle the man who staggered back in confusion. 

Jade removes a glove and places his bare hand on your forehead, giving him an excuse to lean down and come closer to your ear. He starts whispering abruptly. 

"Pretend to faint. Now, if you will excuse me," 

Before you could even ask him what was going on, Jade discreetly trips your leg with his foot and you find yourself falling to his arms. Remembering what he'd whispered, you close your eyes shut and pray that your acting was just as good as your butler's. 

"(Name)! A-are they alright?" The man frantically shuffles closer, but Jade heaves you into his arms and faces the other direction before the young lord could even touch you. 

"They will be fine, my lord. Perhaps the party’s atmosphere is starting to weigh down on them. I truly do apologize, but I need to take my master home. I worry for their health, you see" Jade sighed, his eyebrows creased with pretend concern as he cradles you closer to his chest. 

The man coughs and straightens his back. 

"O-of course! I value their health too. Yes, do see to it that they are returned home safely. Then, I shall head back.”

Oh, how unreliable, Jade thought. This young lord could only pretend to be dignified but can do no good for his master. He did not even ask to come and escort them out. If he was so worried, he would at least want to send off the person he is so romantically interested in?

As expected of a failed, incompetent gentleman. 

Men who are shaken by the slightest of troubles do not deserve a place in his master's life or heart. They would not be able to protect such a precious existence.

“Ah, before I forget…” Jade starts, halting the lord’s receding steps.

He meets the man’s eyes with a cold, unfeeling stare. Jade’s heterochromatic irises tore through the young lord’s gaze. A predator assessing its prey, preparing to lunge. It was enough to send shivers down the latter’s spine.  

“My master possesses a kind and fragile heart, and I often find this to be a weakness but–”

Jade pauses, feeling a slight pinch in the middle of his stomach just where your hand rested. How fond, he thought, sending you a second-long loving gaze before fixating an even more hostile glare at the young lord. His soul must certainly be terrified now.

“Allow me to say this in their stead. They would very much prefer it if you kept your distance from them. No, in fact, this is my suggestion: please refrain from contacting my master for the rest of your life, for your sake.”

Satisfied with himself, Jade smiles and politely bids the stunned, trembling lord a good night. 

Indeed, it was always fun disposing of hindrances for his master.

It was not only until the coast was clear, and you had been placed safely inside the carriage did you crack one eyelid open. 

Jade  claps his hands, his smile a pleasant one. 

"Splendid acting, my lady/lord." 

You rolled your eyes and shifted in your seat. 

"Please, I merely pretended to faint. It was you who did all the work, so thank you, Jade." 

"I am humbled by your words," Jade places a hand to his chest, bowing his head slightly. 

But still, so much for a party. You wanted to wait for dessert and it was the entire reason why you stuck around for so long. How disappointing. 

Jade, ever so attentive, sensed your low spirits and cleared his throat to get your attention. 

"For tonight's dessert after dinner, we will have (favorite dessert)." 

It was exactly the thing you have been waiting for at the party. You stared at him in surprise and started laughing. 

"Ah, really. What will I do without such a competent butler? This is why I like you, Jade!" 

Your butler smiled, not hiding how pleased he is by your sentiment. 

"I like you too." 

"What?" Your laughter died in a split-second and you stared at Jade with your eyes too wide and mouth agape.

Jade snickered. Mischief glimmered in his eyes at the sight of his lovely master looking like a deer caught in headlights. He does enjoy teasing you once in a while. 

He certainly wasn't taking advantage of the fact that you were so forgiving and lenient towards him. 

"For being an easily pleased and easily flustered master, that is. Fufu. I do enjoy simple people." 

Heat traveled up from your neck to your ears. Out of embarrassment or anger, you didn't know. But you swore you looked as red as a tomato right now. 

"Jade!" 

But maybe, just maybe, your loyal butler meant every single word after all.

[morayoflight]

I noticed that people seemed to really like my Butler!Jade headcanons so I was thinking of accepting requests for this AU. I don’t really know where to start writing so getting prompts might be fun? Feel free to send an ask if there’s anything you want to see in particular! I’m quite busy but I’ll try to get back to it when I can. ( Also I’m not very good at tumblr YET but the ask box is where you send requests, right? I hope it is, mine should be open 😭)

[twistedwonderflan]

In Which You'd Like to Hold Jade's Hand

hi. this is... the first time i'm sharing a fic in like, years so i'm a lil shy about it ;; hope you enjoy!

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info: SFW; Jade Leech x Prefect/Reader (gender neutral) snippet: You don't know how or when, but you got the feeling that Jade had found out about your silly little secret -- your weird fascination with his hands.

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    For reasons you did not know, Jade always wore gloves. You could only guess why. Maybe he didn't like risking his hands getting dirty, or maybe wearing gloves felt more comfortable for him, or maybe he handled mushrooms so often that he found it cumbersome to keep putting them on or removing them.

    You didn't ask, if only because you didn't want to be nosy about it. Jade never seemed to find any importance in explaining, either, not that the topic ever came up.

    But whenever he did remove his gloves, you couldn't help but appreciate his hands. His skin looked so enviably smooth and his nails perfectly manicured. You wondered what his hands must feel like. There were times when you fantasized about holding them -- skin-to-skin; his against yours.

    The thought made your face grow hot, as if you were thinking of doing something lewd just now. It was just a fantasy about hand holding! ...it was a little embarrassing how much a simple daydream could make you this flushed.

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    You don't know how or when, but you got the feeling that Jade had found out about your silly little secret -- your weird fascination with his hands. When he caught your eye in the corridor as you and your friends were walking to your next class, he smiled. You raised your hand to wave. Politely, he waved back.

    ...and his hands were completely and totally bare of gloves.

    You had to do a doubletake when you passed by. Jade, who had yet to even take his eyes off you, had very clearly caught your second glance. That charming smile of his widened into something a little more mischievous. In your embarrassment, you hastily looked away.

    "Hey, what's with you?" Ace asked, elbowing your arm. "You're gonna trip if you don't watch where you're going again."

    "It's nothing," you quipped, elbowing him back and trying to hide how flustered you were. Of course, Ace knew something was up with you and he certainly wasn't going to let it go so easily.

    He started pestering, making Grim and Deuce curious, as well, and ohhhh you just knew you wouldn't be able to live this down if they found out. You kept your mouth shut against Ace's teasing, Deuce's concern, and Grim's annoyance.

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    Jade always seemed to have his gloves off around you. During lunch, he handed you a pen you lost in History class. His bare fingers brushed against your own, leaving behind a tingling sensation even after he left.

    Another instance was when he happened to bump into you on your way back from Sam’s Mystery Shop. Your hands were full of groceries and, ever the gentleman, he offered to help carry your bags. You weren't even thinking about whether or not he was wearing gloves when you handed the bags off to him, just grateful that he was around to help. But then you jumped when you felt his cold skin briefly run over yours before he slipped the bag from your grip. The smile he gave you was especially wide that day. You covered your face in embarrassment.

    "You're messing with me," you accused him one day when you were walking alone together. By what was supposedly sheer coincidence, you found yourself walking in the same direction as Jade, who helpfully slowed his pace to walk beside you. "You know."

    "Oh? Know what?" he innocently asked with his anything but innocent smile.

    You knew he was baiting you but since he obviously already knew, anyway, there was no reason for you to beat around the bush. "That I like your hands."

    The very blunt admittance had Jade momentarily wide-eyed. He recovered in less than half a second, chuckling into his, once again, gloveless hand.

    "You were quite obvious," he said. "They way you would stare whenever I cooked, or whenever I needed to change my gloves... It was cute."

    "Now you're trying to embarrass me again."

    "Is it working?"

    You groaned. In utter exasperation, you ran your hands down your face. Jade was still chuckling beside you.

    "Ah, a moment, Prefect. There's a hair out of place."

    "Wha--"

    You were forced to halt in your steps when Jade smoothly stepped in front of you, blocking your path. He leaned over you slightly as he lifted his hand to your face. His fingers just barely grazed your cheek as he took a hold of a lock of hair and ever-so-gently tucked it behind your ear.

    He didn't lower his hand, only snaking it behind the shell of your ear. He smirked at your flustered expression, smug and knowing. "There we go."

    This guy... knew exactly what he was doing to you! He was trying to rattle you -- make you completely lose your composure -- all over the fact that his bare hand was touching you so intimately! And it was working!!

    The blood rushed to your face so quickly that it made you dizzy. You wanted nothing more than to protest against Jade's irritatingly pleased smirk, to show him that he didn't fluster you as much as he wanted to, but your brain was too overwhelmed by his gentle touch to think of what to do next. All you knew was that you wanted to get back at him and make him just as flustered as you.

    So, with that singular thought in mind, you took action.

    You raised your hand to cup his own and guided it against your cheek. His cheeky expression flashed with surprise, which was then fully replaced with shock when you turned your head and pressed your lips against his open palm, kissing it.

    His fingers twitched against your skin, his hand went stiff, and you rendered him speechless.

    You let him go, letting his arm drop and hang awkwardly at his side. Jade stared at you, wide-eyed and stunned.

    Because you kissed him. Well, his hand. Which you both knew you liked a little too much.

    If your face was feeling hot before, it felt more like it was burning now.

    "My goodness," Jade said, blinking in surprise. "I have to admit, I didn't expect such boldness from you, Prefect."

    You wanted to die from embarrassment. "Yeah," you said, suddenly feeling nauseous over your own actions of kissing Jade Leech's perfect hand. "Yeah. Me neither. Bye."

    You ran off in the direction of your dorm.  If Jade wanted to, he could have easily chased you down and stopped you. The universe must have been feeling some pity for you, though, because you made it back inside Ramshackle Dorm with no Jade on your tail.

    At least now, you could scream into your pillow in private.

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    Was it possible to get a fever from pure embarrassment? Because you're pretty sure that's what happened to you.

    You curled up in the layers of blankets in your bed, feeling both uncomfortable and perfectly cozy at the same time.

    You had a few visitors over that day, like Ace and Deuce bringing over the homework you missed. Even Jack swung by but he had to fight with Grim to be allowed to see you without bringing the proper toll: Grim's favorite brand of tuna. According to your roommate, Jack left behind some medicine he bought an extra bottle of from the Mystery Shop. How nice of him.

    You woke up from a nap when hearing a particularly excited exclamation from Grim downstairs. A little worried, you ignored a wave of dizziness as you sat up in bed, but a knock on your room door and a familiar, smooth voice had you scrambling under your blankets again.

    "Please excuse me. I'm coming in," said Jade seconds before he opened your door and peeked inside.

    Maybe the sight of you all bundled up in your blankets was amusing to him because it looked like he was barely holding back a laugh. Instead, he cleared his throat and smiled warmly as he approached your bed, all while removing the glove from his right hand.

    "Nooo," you groaned, collapsing back atop your pillows and pulling your blankets over your head. "This is not the time."

    "I promise I'm not here to tease you," he said earnestly, giving the blankets a small tug. "I only want to check your temperature."

    "That's what thermometers are for."

    "I'm afraid I don't have one on hand."

    "How'd you even get past Grim? He's supposed to be guarding the dorm."

    "I gave him a can of Fancy brand tuna. Now, could you please pull the blankets down? Even just a little, so I may check on you."

    After some deliberation, you came to the conclusion that Jade would either 1) sit in your room menacingly and wait until you did what he asked, or 2) force the blankets off himself. Not wanting to deal with either of those options, you sighed and gave in. With some reluctance, you gripped the top of your blankets and pulled it just below your eyes.

    The first thing you saw was Jade's eyes twinkling in amusement. He didn't say anything about your squinty-eyed, suspicion-filled glare and simply pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. You closed your eyes upon his touch. It was pleasantly cool against your skin. It wasn't comparable to an ice pack but it was certainly comforting in your fever-ridden state.

    You couldn't help but be disappointed when he withdrew his hand. "Fortunately," he said as he began slipping his glove back on, "your condition isn't too bad. I believe you'll feel better by the end of tomorrow. But in the meantime..." He stepped away from your bed, fazing at you with a level of fondness you weren't sure you were imagining or not. "How about I make you some soup? I brought the necessary ingredients with me before coming over."

    Soup sounded good right about now. You gave a small nod. "...if it's no trouble."

    "Not at all, Prefect. I'll bring it up as soon as it's ready. Please continue to rest comfortably until then."

    Jade left your room and closed the door with a soft click behind him. You pulled the blankets tighter around yourself and squeezed your eyes shut. While you were certainly looking forward to some nice, warm soup -- made by Jade, no less! -- what you really wanted was for him to place his nice, cold hand on your forehead again. That alone would have been enough to make you feel better.

    You ended up dozing off before Jade returned. He brought with him a tray containing a hot bowl of soup, a cool glass of water, and a pair of painkillers in case you needed them. When seeing you were asleep, he silently placed the tray atop your desk.

    He watched you for a moment, smiling that same fond smile he gave you earlier. A stray strand of hair, perhaps the same unruly lock as before, had fallen over your face. He very much wanted to brush it out of the way.

    He held back for now, not wanting to risk waking you. He left the room as quietly as he entered, leaving you to rest.

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    Jade was standing before you, holding out his hand as if for a shake. He'd taken his glove off again but only on the hand he was offering. You were a little reluctant to reciprocate the gesture.

    "Wh... What is it?" you asked, glancing between his perfectly manicured hand and his perfectly charming smile.

    "I'd like it if we could hold hands," he said, completely straightforward. When you hesitated, that charming smile of his parted and revealed a hint of sharp teeth. "I hope you haven't forgotten what I did for you the other day."

    Right. The soup Jade made for you was cold by the time you woke up, but it didn't change the fact that he did take the time to fix something up for your fever-ridden self.

    "...and you want me to pay back the favor by holding your hand?" you asked. It was hard to believe he would ask for something so... harmless. Did he have something else in mind?

    "Would you rather I request something else of you?"

    "No. Nope. This is fine."

    You reached for his hand but hesitated right before holding it. Gulping, you took another peek at his expression. He waited patiently, his smile relaxed. Totally not suspicious. You wouldn't regret this somehow, right?

    But... Wasn't this what you wanted to begin with? After always eyeing those pretty hands of his whenever he took off his gloves, always imagining what it would be like to stroke your thumb over the back of his hand, to intertwine your fingers between his own... Okay, maybe you were getting ahead of yourself. He just wanted to hold hands, right? Nothing... Nothing intimate... right?

    You sighed. You had a strong feeling that all of Jade's antics were meant to lead up to this -- this very thing that you actually wanted from the beginning. And he was so willing to give it to you.

    Mustering up whatever determination you had, you got over your doubts and, after what felt like several minutes when barely several seconds had passed, you finally took hold of his hand.

    You stood there, awkwardly holding him like you were in the middle of some stiff business handshake. You adjusted your grip, getting a better feel of him. His hand was much bigger than your own and, surprisingly, not as smooth as you thought. Certain parts of his hand developed callus, no doubt from all the notes he took in class and the work he does in Mostro Lounge. That didn't mean it was any less pleasant to hold, just that... You were getting the chance to actually hold his hand and feel out every detail of it.

    "Fufu." Your eyes snapped back up to his face. Jade looked like he was enjoying himself. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?"

    No, it most certainly wasn't.

    "No," you admitted, appreciating the sight of your hand in his. "This is nice."

    Jade was silent for a moment before chuckling softly. "I agree."

    You were startled when he released your hand, only to hold it again by sliding his fingers between your own. You looked up at him in surprise and saw the soft, fond smile he was giving you. Jade turned forward again and began walking, gently tugging you along with him.

    He accompanied you back to your dorm, holding your hand the whole walk there. You half-expected him to say something, maybe a jest about how easy you were to please, but the walk was silent, comfortably so.

    It was only when the two of you reached the front step of Ramshackle Dorm did he finally ease his hold. Before you could completely let go of him, though, Jade brought your hand up to his lips and pressed the lightest of kisses to the back of your hand.

    "Let's do this again tomorrow," he said, and he smiled coyly at your flustered expression.

    You were struck speechless and couldn't quite bring yourself to refuse him. So you held his hand again the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. You weren't really sure what this meant between the two of you. Could Jade only be teasing? Would he go this far -- meeting up with you near everyday just to hold hands -- for a mere joke?

    Sometimes, he would smile at you mischievously like this was all part of some scheme of his. But when he looked away, you would catch that smile soften into something more content.

    Eventually, the uncertainty and awkwardness that you started with when holding his hand disappeared. Whenever that large, gentle hand of his squeezed your own, you would respond in kind, and Jade would make a pleased hum that made you wonder if this is what he wanted to do all along, too.

    You came to realize that what started out as some silly little daydream actually, unbelievably, came true.

[morayoflight]

Jade Leech as your butler HCs

Your family is an influential and powerful aristocratic household who values quality service and loyalty. As such, all the potential servants for your mansion and other affairs are thoroughly picked and sent to a training school to serve your family in particular. 

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• You are the heir to this noble family and Jade was specifically trained to serve you

• He, his twin brother Floyd and Azul were sent to the training school as children

• Floyd is more of an errand boy while Azul was showing potential in the finance department 

• Jade however, was destined picked to become your personal butler because of his qualities

• You and Jade were introduced at a young age and since then, he's always stuck by your side like how you parents wanted

• They said that it was best if Jade knew his master inside and out so they wanted the both of you to spend more time together

• Jade is an exemplary and highly capable butler. He is polite and courteous yet also very sharp and attentive.

• He always knows what is on your mind, what you wanted, what you liked and didn't like and he was very good at reading your body language and facial expressions

• You could be staring at a wall, thinking of drinking tea, and a few minutes later Jade comes walking in with your favorite flavor and some biscuits

• Sometimes it creeps you out just how well he knows you 

• To your embarrassment, you do not exhibit the same poise and elegance that your butler has

• You were quite spoiled as the young master of the house so you grew up with a bit more freedom, making you act carelessly from time to time

• But not to worry, Jade takes care of you well

• He always reminds you of meetings, tea parties, and what other things you have on your schedule for the day

• He also gives you lessons in any department that you find yourself lacking in

• He is the first person you see in the morning when he wakes you up and helps you get dressed

• He is also the last person you see before going to bed because he makes sure you're tucked in nice and comfortably 

• You think he babies you too much

• He likes taking care of the young lord/lady so he might actually feel a bit lonely to see you becoming independent

• Jade wants you to need him for the rest of your life because he wants to be beside you until the very end

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I love loyal butler Jade so much. Maybe I'm going to write more about this in the future.

[merakiui]

Sea Glass

yandere!octavinelle trio x (gender neutral) reader  cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, obsession, implied stalking, blood, murder, mentions of drowning, captivity, slight violence, body modification, memory loss, non-consensual kiss, use of potions, manipulation note - this is my debut fic as a yan!twst writer! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و i hope it’s enjoyable!

i. the house on the hilltop is curious. two bipedal creatures enter, but only one ever leaves. as for us, we are confined to the shadowy depths of the sea, bearing silent witness to the tale of unwilling coexistence. 

The leaking faucet drips out a somber rhythm, its gentle plip-plip-plip rousing you from your slumber. You lift your head from the cold tiles and survey the interior of the kitchen, which is spattered in colors of the setting sun. Dust motes are caught in the early-evening light and they seem to float weightlessly in the humid room while you remain there on the floor, pressed against a cupboard. A sudden pressure at the back of your head has your hand carding through tangled locks, fingers tracing over a ghastly area of raised skin. It stings under your cautious touch and you let out a sharp hiss through clenched teeth. 

In the distance, just down the sandy slope of a great, big hill, hungry waves lap at the shoreline. A sandpiper shrieks out its shrill calls and your mind is momentarily filled with images of the bird hopping around in the sand, beak sorting through the grit for useful materials and food scraps. The old grandfather clock in the hall ticks away, joining the sink in its measured serenade. Your soft inhalation sticks in your throat as soon as you smell it—the acrid, metallic stench of blood. 

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[plumipal]

Your yandere jade makes me so happy, he looks so squishy!!! I want to squish his cheeks so bad :’D thank you for providing us this content aa

Little squishy polite oya man,, he will only let you do this to him, anyone else might lose a finger or two (or life if they're someone he doesn't like)

Polite oya man who has gotten away with several crimes.

[morayoflight]

Jade Leech ruins your life so he can keep you all to himself.

Yandere! Jade Leech x Reader

You fancy calling Jade your high school sweetheart. The term isn’t quite accurate to say the least, but he was the only one who stuck by your side through most of your life. Ever since you exchanged pleasantries with him in class, he never seemed to leave you alone. You cannot even recall when you officially became a couple. One thing led to another and you ended up accepting the fact that he is all you’ll ever have.

You were rather introverted back in high school, and you struggled to make friends with your fellow students. Maybe you were an awfully boring person, or your personality is horribly foul. Either way, your friendships with people never worked out for some reason and you blame yourself entirely for that.

Out of everyone who came and went, Jade was the only person who never abandoned you. He was always there, ready to catch you into his arms whenever a newfound ‘friend’ turns their back on you for reasons you cannot fathom.

Jade was there when you cried your heart out, talking about how hated you felt when you didn’t know what you did wrong. You try so hard, yet every bond you attempt to form is destroyed at your very hands. What was the problem? Was it you? Was it them? Why did people want to avoid you so? Were you bound to live your life so miserably, with no one to call a friend?

Jade patiently sat through all of your vents, rubbing small circles behind your back or holding your hand. He would offer you his handkerchief when you cried too hard, or a piece of your favorite comfort snack from the school cafeteria, almost as if he knew that today was going to be a bad day and he made preparations to comfort you in advance.

Over time, your experiences weighed you down immensely that you became a recluse, attending classes silently, isolating yourself, and only talking to people when you needed to. You gave up on trying to form connections with people and your heart lost all hope and vigor. You did not see it coming, but you found yourself developing an anxiety towards social settings. Being with people has started to frighten you due to the negative thoughts that consumed your mind. You were afraid of doing someone wrong, uneasy of their silent judgements, and cowered at the thought of anyone sending a mere second of a glance at you.

You convinced yourself that you needed no one, and it was better to stay away from everyone.

Except for Jade, that is.

You realized that Jade was the only person you felt comfortable to be with. Granted, he was the only friend you were able to have before giving up on making more. Jade never failed to be kind and gentle with you. He always knew what you needed, and he was always there to save you whenever things went south. He never left your side and always found a reason to hover beside you at any moment possible. His mere presence was your reason to cope, but you were too embarrassed to tell him that, although you had an inkling that he knew.

You never thought to question him even when his sudden appearances in your times of dilemma felt oddly orchestrated, not when you were so grateful to have him by your side. He was so utterly perfect that you often thought about how undeserving you were of him.

Years passed, until a time when you and Jade graduated university. Well, you were supposed to.

You never passed university, as by that time, your paranoia had started to worsen to the point where even stepping outside the house became unbearable for you. Being around people made your skin crawl as you imagined a thousand eyes criticizing and surveying your every being. There was a time when it became too much, and you came running into Jade’s arms like you always did, except this time, you were hyperventilating and in a state of panic.

You were ceasing to function normally. Your condition was getting worse.

Jade comforted you like usual, rubbing your back and soothing you with his voice. He seemed to be in shock that day too, expressing that he did not expect things would turn out this way. Jade held your trembling form and mumbled a few more words to himself, utterances you could not catch, and you swore that you felt a smile ghosting his lips when he pecked the top of your head. However, your mind being in shambles did not make you think too much of it.

That same day, he made an offer that pretty much let you surrender your entire life in his hands.

“Oh, you poor thing. Here is an idea. How would you like to live with me?”

As close as you were, Jade’s proposition still caught you off-guard. Jade locked eyes with you and sensed your hesitation, prompting him to take your hand and gently kiss the top of it.

“I am only concerned about you, (YN). I would prefer to have you near me, so that I can always watch over you. You do not need to worry, I only want to help.”

Right, he only wanted to help. It was something he always told you, even back in high school. Jade was always helping you, so what is there to hesitate for? You were better off following his lead. Jade always knew what to do, and without him, you feared that your life might spiral down into something worse than it already is.

And thus you accepted his offer, currently living with him as his significant other, unemployed and dependent. It surprised you how extremely wealthy Jade turned out to be. No wonder why he was so adamant on convincing you that you did not need to get a job to make a share in living expenses.

“Do not stress your pretty little head, dear. I can take care of everything.” He says, hand on your waist, pulling you closer to plant a kiss on your forehead.

Jade spoiled you tremendously, bringing you everything that you needed or wanted so that you would have no reason to make even a single step outside the house.

Of course, everything that he offered tightened the leash that he held on you. He had given you so much that you found it hard to refuse or disobey the man who brought a sense of comfort in your life. There were little things you wanted to do that needed Jade’s approval, like using a phone or taking a walk, especially alone. When he said no, then you could do nothing about it.

After all, he knew the best for you and it would be disrespectful if you went against his wishes.

Needless to say, Jade was in control of your life and you had been accustomed to being dependent on him. Having him near you, seeing his face and hearing his voice was a sight that you had become used to seeing on a daily basis.

And that is why you were utterly unprepared for today’s circumstances.

“But Jade…..”

”It’ll be alright. I made sure that you’re provided with all the necessities while I am gone. I will be back in a week, dearest. Behave for me, will you?”

Jade peppered your face with soft kisses, but even that did nothing to calm the growing anxiety in your chest. You were fine with not seeing him for hours in a day, what with his work and all. You understood that he could get pretty busy, but an entire week for a business trip felt too much…

“Can’t I come? I won’t cause trouble…”

Jade tutted, immediately silencing you. He sighed, almost dramatically.

“It seems that my pearl has not learned their lesson. Would you like a repeat of last time?”

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you recalled the experience that Jade was clearly referring to. It was a time when you felt a little bit rebellious, not knowing any better by leaving the house for a quick stroll without telling him. You shook your head violently, your body slightly trembling at the thought of crossing Jade a second time.

”I thought so. I will return with a souvenir for you. Would you like that?”

Despite the protests you held back in your throat, you nodded meekly, trained to refrain from starting arguments against Jade. He smiled at your obedience, placing one more kiss on your forehead before stepping out the door. You gulped at the sight, wanting to run after him, but you knew how he detested it when you disobeyed his rules-- no stepping out of the house. You angered him once, and you vowed to never cross the line again.

It was your fault that time. It was a punishment you deserved. Jade could never do anything wrong. He was always right. You could never doubt nor question your loving, kind and patient Jade who cared for you more than anything in this world.

Jade sends you one last smile before closing the door behind him, relishing the sight of you like a whimpering dog with its tail tucked between its legs.

A week of his absence was certainly too much for you. He never plans to abandon you at all, not after all that he did to painstakingly secure you. But perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to play with you once in a while. He wondered what amusements you have in store for him once he comes back home.

After all, he made it so that you couldn’t live without him. And like always, he will return to console you from the misery that he so deliberately placed you in.

[morayoflight]

Octavinelle with a physically disabled reader who turns into a mermaid/man

I like writing about sinister Octavinelle but I think I just made them have fun and cute moments here. I did try to bring back some of that scheming attitude in the end haha 

You were already disabled before you came to NRC. Your condition made you incapable of walking and you were pretty much born that way. You could not move your legs, much less feel any sensation from it.

Thankfully, Crowley was kind enough to offer you some assistance regarding your physical condition.

The first time you met Azul, Jade and Floyd, they were nothing short of curious. A human who cannot walk? How interesting.

The three of them, being merpeople, had to learn with great difficulty the art of controlling human legs when they got theirs for the first time. 

As much as they struggled, they understood the convenience of having legs on land.

So they wondered how difficult it must be for a human who naturally lives on land to not be able to walk at all.

Azul: "Hm. I have heard of physical disabilities in humans, but this is actually my first encounter with one."

Jade: "Oh my, what a poor thing you are."

Floyd: "Hehh~ That's funny, a human who cannot walk? Ne~ Would you be able to swim if you were a fish then?" 

Floyd's comment struck an idea in you, one that made you waste no time in striking a deal with Azul.

Luckily, Azul was actually quite interested in your little plan. He wanted to see how things would play out so you were able to avoid dealing with his scheming businessman mode.

What was the plan, you ask? It wasn't much, just that you asked to be turned into a mermaid/man. 

If your legs wouldn't work, how about a tail?

The trio helped you prepare for a short trip to the beach, a perfect location for your simple experiment. 

Floyd was ecstatic. He immediately dived into the water upon arrival, transitioning into his eel form. 

Jade picked you up from your wheelchair and carried you bridal style into the ocean, only stopping when the water reached up to his thighs. He placed you down gently, propping you up so your head didn't submerge into the water.

Azul followed suit, carrying the transformation potion he made for you.

You drank the potion, noting a strange after taste. Azul had warned that you might feel pain during the transformation process, but you did not think it would be so bad.

Boy were you so wrong.

A shock immediately shot up your legs. You felt as if a thousand thorns were wrapping around them, holding them tight to each other and piercing them endlessly.

It was so, so painful that you started crying…and then laughing.

The trio were bamboozled to say the least.

Floyd: "Is the Little Shrimp broken? Why are they laughing?"

You wiped your tears, apologizing to them. Talking through hiccups, you explained that it was the first time you felt any sensation on the lower half of your body and you were extremely happy about it even if it hurt like hell.

Jade: "Oya, I have never seen anyone become so joyous over pain. I must say, this is truly amusing…hehe."

Once the transformation process was over, you caught a glimmer of gold under the water.

Your tail was a bright gold, and apparently, it was a rare color for merpeople, Azul told you. 

Now the real trial begins. You still had to figure out if you could move your tail.

Everyone sucked their breath while they patiently waited for you. It was so silent.

Slowly, you tried to flick your tail up.

"It's….it's working!" you cried again.

It amazed all of you. Your original legs wouldn’t work but somehow, you could move your new tail. 

Floyd immediately wanted to play with you. Jade had to stop him from dragging you into the deeper, darker parts of the ocean.

The twins taught you how to swim with your newfound tail. Floyd wasn't being much of a help, but he did hype you up.

Jade was more gentlemanly. Transforming in his eel form, he stayed close with you under the ocean. He kept holding you up to keep you from sinking to the ocean floor until you could float on your own.

Azul refused to use his octopus form, but he did tag along and gave you verbal instructions on swimming.

The twins might taunt you as soon as you gain stable control over your tail. They like swimming around you like predators, teasing and jeering.

It would annoy you a little bit, so you'd try chasing after them until you could swim a bit faster. But still not as fast as them. 

Swimming faster felt exhilarating and Jade would have to wrap his tail around you just to keep you from going who knows where out of their sight.

Floyd might squeeze you, for real. 

You try to get Azul to join in on the fun. He might use his octopus form with a bit of persuasion. Otherwise, you just swam around him, happily showing off the result of his potion.

Your thanks and praises were pleasant to Azul's ears.

You were so happy that you got to move around freely all by yourself for the first time.

You were a bit sad when the day ended and you had to go back to your human form. You wished things could stay like this forever. 

The trio walks you (and your wheelchair) to your dorm, and you bid them goodnight with a bright smile before shutting the door behind you.

Floyd: "Hey, Azul~ Can we keep Shrimpy in a fish tank?"

Jade: "A brilliant idea. Taking care of them might be just as interesting as caring for terrariums."

Azul: "Well…that gold tail is certainly rare. It might attract customers if we placed them in a tank visible to the entire Lounge…"

Another offer was well on its way to you the next day and perhaps you could use your merform for much longer. 

And maybe the trio had their own plans to keep you in the Coral Sea with them someday.

Not that you would mind, you definitely had more freedom as a merperson than a human. 

Maybe your true habitat was the ocean. Who’s to say Octavinelle won’t take you away with them?