Queer and Broke

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imagine getting into a silly argument with Idia and saying "that's it, I want a divorce and I'm taking your gaming accounts with me." At first he would fight back, daring you to try and take his gaming accounts because he's got top cyber security you couldn't even imagine before his words slowly died down, realizing exactly what you said. D-divorce? He doesn't remember you getting married, he swears he'd remember something that big.

Queue a flustered Idia. Poor guy, and now your laughing at him? By the sevens he wishes the ground would open up and sallow him whole. What do you mean you used to joke the same way with your old friends? D-do you really feel that comfortable around him? He's not sure if he should feel honored or embarrassed. If you really wanna call a loser like him you husband he supposes he can't stop you...WAIT DID YOU JUST CALL HIM THAT IN FRONT OF YOUR FRIENDS?!

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Cuddling Headcanons — Jade & Floyd Leech x gn! reader

tw: none.

a/n: I know I already wrote affection headcanons for all the NRC students, but I had a dream about hugging Floyd and needed to write about cuddling the eel.

wc: 1k

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Jade Leech

❥Jade is a bit stiff when it comes to physical affection. Your hugs are met with light pats to the back. Just give him some time and start with small things. Jade, unlike his brother, isn’t as well versed in expressing his emotions so openly. He’ll try for you though, but only in private, he’s not comfortable with being vulnerable by himself, let alone in front of others.

❥Expresses his affection more subtly than Floyd, whether that be giving you gifts or helping you with any troubles. If you really want to hold on to him he’s more open to gentlemanly shows of affection like linking elbows or kissing the back of your hand. He’s amused at your want for affection and can’t help but give in even if it’s just slightly (also enjoys showing you off in a way that isn’t overly affectionate).

❥When you’re alone? He’s more open to any hugging you have in mind. Over time the awkward pats on your back will turn into a firm hug. You’re very lucky, he doesn’t even hug his brother like this. Like Floyd, his body temperature depends on his environment, so he won’t be warm per say, but he is tall and his hugs make you feel shielded from the rest of the world. He will tease you about how affectionate you are (even if you aren’t super affectionate), calls you clingy but makes no move to let go. 

❥Cuddling is another thing Jade has to get used to. So, so stiff at first. Over time he gets used to it, understanding how you want him to hold you or if you want to hold him (he finds the second option much more amusing). It’s not something he’ll crave, but he also enjoys the warmth you provide (both physically and emotionally). It’s in these moments that he finds himself willing to be just a bit more vulnerable with you, kissing your temple softly and tracing your features with his eyes. Finds it amusing and heartwarming that you’re willing to be so vulnerable in front of a predator like him.

❥Mornings are so domestic. Jade will typically wake first, go through his morning routine and wake you after. If he’s feeling a bit extra he’ll make you breakfast in bed, revealing just how sappy he actually was deep down. On the rare occasion you wake up before/with Jade, he finds the way you both walk around each other, doing your separate routine’s to be his favorite moment. How well you both know each other, and are comfortable you are with the other. It doesn’t fail to warm his heart. He’ll be hesitant if you ask to do his hair, he has a very specific routine to make himself look professional…but your puppy dog eyes do work on him no matter how much he argues otherwise.

❥Even Jade’s sleepwear is classy, you almost feel hesitant to touch it…almost. Unlike Floyd’s pajamas (which are baggy on him, can’t imagine how baggy they’d be on you), Jade’s are silky and smooth…also very baggy on you. He can’t help the predatory smile that tugs on his lips when he sees you in them, perhaps even he can feel a bit of cute aggression. But he doesn’t squeeze you, instead he admires you when you give him a twirl, flapping the sleeves that engulf your hands. He doesn’t mind sharing with you, not as long as you keep this view between the two of you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Floyd Leech

❥Let me just say this out front, hugging Floyd is so comfy. He may not be super warm (moray eels are ectotherms which means their body temps depend on their environment), but the way he holds you so snuggly more than makes up for that. If you’re touch starved he’ll be your best bud. An excuse to squeeze someone? Sign him up. A willing victim to his shenanigans is welcome in his book (although he finds himself a bit downtrodden that you don’t run away from him anymore, he liked the chase).

❥Loves love loves touching you. Whenever he sees you he just gets the urge to squeeze you, but not like his normal squeezes where he wants the person to pop. No, he wants to squeeze you because of the fluttery feeling he gets in his chest. Cute aggression to the max. He doesn’t just hug you though, he likes to swing your intertwined hands or carries you around (depends how he’s feeling). 

❥Cuddling with him is a one way ticket to being stuck for hours. He loves draping himself over you like a weighted blanket. Maybe not fully laying on top of you, but you lay side by side facing each other and he’s got an arm and leg splayed over you. Floyd basically cocoons you in his hold, basking in the warmth both you and the blankets provided him. Loves love loves feeling you snuggle into him, he gets all happy and squeezes you just a bit tighter.

❥In the morning you never know what mood Floyd will be in. Some days he’s extra sleepy and will try and get you to stay with him (it’s hard to say no with him nuzzling his face into your messy hair), other days he’s bouncing off the wall, wanting you to get up early with him and start the day off with a bang. No matter what he’ll be asking you to help him with his morning routine, specifically fixing his hair. He has such a terrible bedhead that it never fails to amuse you. Floyd just loves to feel your hands in his hair, so who better to style it than you? 

❥Steal his clothes. Do it. Okay maybe I want to steal his sleepwear ‘cus it looks so comfy. His reaction depends on how he’s feeling. If he’s in a happier mood he’ll coo and tease you for stealing his clothes, makes him wanna wrap you up and keep you all to himself. If he's in a pissed mood, he won’t take too kindly. He was already having a bad day and now you’re wearing the exact hoodie he wanted to throw on. It might seem like he’s being a drama queen but if you’ve been looking forward to something (especially when you’re having a bad day) and someone took it you wouldn’t be too happy either. So don’t fight him, let him take the hoodie (and steal a different one).

[hxney-lemcn]

imagine finding yourself being more forgetful than usual once you find yourself in NRC. You'd swear you left your phone on your coffee table, so why did you have to search your dorm only to find it on your bed? Or how you swear you didn't leave your favorite mug in a room you had deemed a storage room. You had begun to feel like you were going crazy, had you really heard that chuckle? You swore something had tickled your neck. Were you haunted? Well...you were, but the ghosts hadn't done this before. Unbeknownst to you, this was all a giant prank that Che'nya had kept going for far too long. The second he laid eyes on you at the unbirthday party, he knew you'd be fascinating and he had proved himself right when he watched you scold yourself for being forgetful once more, or when you started to scan every room, calling out for the entity to reveal itself. He found it hilarious that you haven't put two and two together yet, and who was he to end the fun so soon?

[hxney-lemcn]

“Slut.”

Your eyes bulged out of your head as the words mindlessly slipped past your lips, hand slapping over your mouth as you stared in horror. It wasn’t like you to be so careless, especially not when princes and people who could wave a hand to have you six feet under (quite literally) surrounded you.

It didn’t help that all your friends' jaws dropped at your single word (others were trying hard to not double over laughing). Especially not when it was so out of your character to say. 

All you could do was stare blankly into the distance, wishing this was all a bad dream, and that you could dissipate like smoke into the sky. Yet the harsh reality bit into you as warm brown eyes watched on in shock, which morphed into amusement as his laughter rang in the air.

You suppose you should count yourself lucky that Minajael Tealrajah, prince of the Scalding Sands, was not vindictive. 

“My apologies, Prince Minajael,” Jamil spoke first, head bowed in respect (and to also hide his smirk).

The prince merely waved the apology off, wiping a stray tear as he calmed down. You hated to admit that his bright smile warmed parts of you that you forgot existed. He was the most handsome man you have met, which is saying something with the company you carried.

“No apologies needed,” Minajael chuckled. “Though I am curious as to what brought that comment.”

You felt your soul leave your body for the second time in the last 5 minutes. How the hell were you supposed to explain that your lizard brain took over the second you saw his exposed midriff? 

“Uh,” you spoke dumbly, blinking rapidly as you tried to rack your brain for any sensible answer to calling someone a slut. Traitorously, your eyes lowered to where brown skin lay exposed for anyone to see. 

“Objectifying me already,” Minajael hummed dejectedly, amusement underlying his tone. 

“Excuse me, I am going to jump into the nearest river now,” you stand up, fully ready to go through with your threat, only for said prince to grab your hand, halting your escape.

“It’s okay,” he laughed, eyes strangely warm, even though you did kind of just insult him accidentally. “I’m not used to people treating me in such a manner, it’s refreshing.”  You raise an eyebrow, wondering if he’s into being name called. Once again the word slut reverberates through your skull, but you keep it inside this time. You know you were never going to live this moment down. Minajael Tealrajah was going to be the death of you, and you couldn't help but find yourself excited by the prospect.

[hxney-lemcn]

imagine stumbling onto a wallet left on your splintering coffee table. Your eyes bulging due to how it barely stayed closed due to the amount of cash inside. There were multiple people this leather wallet could belong to surprisingly, and with no cards to give you the identity of the owner you could only speculate. Malleus was the first to come to mind, but does he even have a wallet? Perhaps Kalim? But he hadn't stopped by in a while, too busy planning his weekly party. No way was it Vil, you doubt he'd carry cash, let alone leave something so precious behind. Idia hadn't even left his room in days...let alone carry cash either. Perhaps it was Leona's? You could imagine him forgetting something he'd deem as 'little'. But when you asked him, he only stared at you like you were dumb, green eyes secretly shining. Of course its not his, are you insinuating he's dumb herbivore? So you were left with extra cash you used quite graciously for the rundown Ramshackle. And when you kept finding cash around your dorm? Well, that's quite the mystery, just don't mind how much more smug Leona looks when he see's you wearing clothes you bought with his money.

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the butterflies

summary: you can't help but be overwhelmed with your love for your boyfriend, and can't help but take it out in your own strange way. aka; you get cuteness aggression and take it out on your boyfriend.

pairings: housewardens & minajael tealrajah x gn! reader

cw: pure fluff

note: this was kinda difficult for me to write because all my motivation evaporated within one night, but I want to get back into writing more! Hopefully once my job starts up full force I still will have energy to write more (probs not).

wc: 2.9k (~350 per character)

Master List

❥ Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle Rosehearts was adorable. It was just a fact to you. He was small, with impeccable fashion and just the cutest face known to mankind. Have you seen his pout? Gosh you just wanted to squish his cheeks every time. This thought couldn’t help but bounce around in your head, like a rabid animal trying to break free of its cage.

You can only keep an animal caged for so long.

It manages to break free one evening, the two of you are on a stroll through the rose gardens. You can’t stop looking at the ruby haired housewarden, the way the sun frames his face, his gray-blue eyes alight with passion as he speaks of his time during the equestrian club, his pink lips forming around each syllable, and slowly you find yourself zoning out. The intense need to shower him with affection buzzes throughout your being, until it overwhelms you to the point of it almost being painful. 

You wrap your arms around his small frame, halting your walk as you squeeze him as tight as you can, swinging him lightly as you try to get all your pent up energy out. Riddle is flabbergasted, absolutely spluttering incoherent words as his mind tries to comprehend how fast his world just shifted. A second ago he was trying to ignore your subtle glances towards him, now he’s wrapped in your vice-like embrace.

“Wh-what are you doing?!” Riddle  stutters, face a bright red, nearly matching the color of his hair. 

“You’re just so cute!” You groan, squeezing him a little tighter to emphasize your words. “I can’t hold it in anymore, ‘m sorry.”

Riddle tries to regain his composure (a difficult task as you nuzzle into him), speaking softly, “Don’t apologize. I do not mind your shows of affection. Though I do request you keep these moments for us alone.”

“Okay,” You agree, grin bright as you get even more giddy at the prospect of being able to do this again, and again, and again. So excited, that you bite his cheek softly before pulling away.

“What in the world was that for?!” Riddle’s voice cracked, any composure long gone once again.

❥ Leona Kingscholar

While Leona was intimidating, and can be quite scary at times, you couldn’t help but remember that at the end of the day…he was still a lion. You loved to watch the way his ears twitched, or how his tail swayed, or how his canines (which were sharper than a human's) poked out when he smiled smugly. It just made you want to squish him into utter oblivion. Who allowed him to be so cute! 

While Leona wasn’t a huge fan of being overly affectionate in public, he indulged your overly affectionate habits behind closed doors. Which is where you were right now, laying beside the lion beastman as he dozed the day away. Once again, that clawing affection rose up within you, the incessant need to claw and squeeze him until the energy building up in you finally goes away. 

You tried to hold back, as Leona didn’t like anyone waking him up…yet, his nose twitching cutely was the death of your restraint. You lunged at him, wrapping around one of his beefy arms and squeezing around him like you were a boa constrictor. Yet it wasn’t enough, it never was. So you lay yourself completely on top of him, hugging his head to your chest, smothering him (quite literally) with your love.

“What are you doing, herbivore?” Leona’s sleepy voice asks, muffled. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Yes,” You state flatly, squeezing his head to your chest a little tighter before giving him room to breathe. Slitted green eyes meet yours, and you feel your heart melt as his pupils dilate as they meet your own.

“I question why I allow you anywhere near me with your homicidal affection,” The lion mumbles, closing his eyes once more as he relaxes further into your embrace.

“Because you love it,” You hum, leaving a splatter of soft kisses across his face.

“I love you,” He corrects, tugging you closer (somehow). Of course, Leona cannot let you have the last laugh, turning his face and giving your cheek a light chomp, his smug self dozing off once more.

❥ Azul Ashengrotto

Azul was such a gentleman, and it drove you absolutely nuts. The quiet ways he cared for you, the way he was always close to your side (and if he wasn’t, then it was the twins), the way he always gave you discounts (it wasn’t even discounts at this point, he just fed you for free). Ugh, and the cute blush he gets every time you thank him, it makes you want to eat him up! Oh and how he was so shy, yet clearly ate up all your affection made everything ten times worse.

“You. Are. So. Cute!” You punctuate each word as you squish Azul’s cheeks. He allows you to do so, ears a bright red as he takes in your strange form of affection. It was a needed break from creating fine prints on his contracts.

“Th-thank you, my pearl,” Azul stuttered, voice muffled as you continued to pinch and squish his cheeks. 

He would have been offended by this not too long ago, before you both were together. It reminded him of his mother, who would always pinch his cheeks when he was little, reminding him of times where he was bullied for his weight, for his merform. Yet once his heart opened up to you, and your bond grew, he couldn’t help but be reassured by your bouts of love. It reminded him that he didn’t need to work for your affection, and that you truly did love him for who he was, and not just what he could offer. 

Unfortunately for him, the squishing was not enough for you. From your spot on top of his desk, you lean in, causing the mer’s eyes to widen at your proximity. His form utterly stills, acting like this was the first time you’ve done this (it was far from that), only for you to bite his cheek. 

“Darling!” Azul gasps, heart fluttering violently at your actions. 

“I’m hungry for takoyaki,” You joke, nipping at his reddened cheek once more before finally pulling yourself back.

Azul’s brain officially shuts down, jaw dropped. Give him some time to try (and fail) to regain his composure.

❥ Kalim Al Asim

This sweet boy. The question is when aren’t you feeling cuteness aggression towards him? Kalim tackles you in a giant hug? You’re squeezing the living daylights out of him right back. He kisses your cheek? You kiss him all over his face. You’re both a gross mess of affection and glee, it lowkey disturbs everyone around the two of you. But neither of you could care less when you both love each other so so so so much it physically hurts to keep it inside.

“Kalim!” You practically squeal with laughter as the housewarden peppers the entire side of your face with kisses. You do your best to pull away from your overly affectionate boyfriend, who then lands ticklish kisses to the side of your neck, giggling along with your laughter. You try to push him away, face aflame as you glance at the few people who pass you in the courtyard. You fail that mission quickly as Kalim pouts towards you, which instantly bleeds into a beaming grin (he can’t pretend that he isn’t the happiest guy ever with you). 

“I can’t help that I love you so much,” Kalim says without a hint of shame nor hesitation, which makes your insides turn from a gooey mess, to a violent buzzing storm. 

With no rational thought, you tackle the sunny boy down onto the bench, no longer caring of the stares of others. Kalim is a willing victim, having been on the end of your cuteness aggression many times. You both squeeze each other as tight as possible, and the fact that he is copying your actions makes you feel even more aggressive. 

“I love you so much too,” You reply, head buried in the crook of his neck. With skin pressed to skin, you can’t resist the urge to bite, which leads you to chomping his neck in a quick and light bite. 

“Hey!” Kalim giggles, not even trying to wiggle away from you, leading you to bite his shoulder, then cheek to finish off your attack. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” You lamely apologize (you both know you’re not sorry, and that it will happen again). “You’re just too cute.”

“It’s okay,” Kalim easily bats off your apology, arms looped around your waist as you still lay on top of him on the uncomfortable bench. “You should do it again!”

You both fed into each other's affection crazes.

❥ Vil Schoenheit

It was an awful, bubbling pit that you had to keep to yourself. Every time you saw Vil’s newest photo shoot, or watched the newest movie he was in, that crazy urge to chomp his arm off festered inside you. Could anyone blame you? Vil was beautiful, skilled, amazing, gorgeous, and so, so sweet in his own (slightly backhanded) way. You weren’t the only one with those feelings, but you were by far the luckiest, as you can call him your boyfriend. 

Ugh, and the fact that Vil has let you on set for his photo shoots? It’s torture in it’s own form, one you willingly put yourself through every time. You do your best to act like a normal human being as Vil poses, switches outfits, makeup changes, then poses again. You pretend like your brain isn’t barking like a feral dog as you bring him his water bottle, reassuring him he looks perfect when he asks for your opinion. You hate the knowing look in Vil’s amethyst eyes as you scuttle away.

It isn’t till later when you’re both safe in his room, tucked under the blanket of night when all your pent up energy releases. 

“You’re too pretty to be kept alive,” You grumble, squeezing Vil with all the strength you could muster. Vil could only let out an amused sigh, allowing you to exhibit your cute tendencies. As much as you wanted to take a bite out of your too gorgeous boyfriend, you had begrudgingly agreed to not leave any marks (or do anything that could lead to marks), so you settled on wrapping yourself like a koala around Vil and trying to merge you both. 

Vil absentmindedly runs a hand through your hair, frustratingly unaffected by your attack. So, you use the last tool in your arsenal, and press your lips to his feverishly. Of course Vil reciprocates, and you can’t help but wonder what he sees in you, but that thought quickly dissipates as he easily leads you into a more coherent kiss, taming your rampage into something more gentle until finally the energy in your system is gone. 

“What am I going to do with you,” Vil mumbles fondly, tucking you close into his side (you’re already pressed against him, but it’s a sweet gesture nonetheless). He’ll never admit that your cuteness aggression for him does something he’s not too proud of.

❥ Idia Shroud

Idia is too beautiful to be a recluse shut in. You cannot comprehend how your boyfriend thinks he’s ugly. From his flaming blue hair, bright yellow eyes, and that cute shy smile he gets around you. Ugh, just the thought makes you want to squeeze his head till it pops…in an affectionate sense. Idia finds the notion insane. He can barely comprehend the fact that he has a partner, let alone that you love him so much it makes you go crazy. He would just be existing and you would spring at him like a rabid raccoon. Who even does that?? It’s not like he’s a romance protag, yet you make him feel like one.

You do your best to not jump him when he’s gaming. You know how seriously he takes it, and you don’t want to make him upset if he fails in getting an ssr, or a rare item. So you sit (im)patiently on his bed, pretending to scroll on your phone when you’re secretly eyeing up your pretty boy. He’s completely lost in his game, a giant, maniacal grin spread across his lips as he mashes the button of his controller. He looks so happy it makes your stomach flip. 

You really, really tried to be patient, sitting there for a few hours, yet when Idia gets into a game, he can play it for days without a break. So you give in to your desires, slithering your way towards his seated form, stealthy coming up behind him. Your stomach twists in knots at the anticipation of finally smothering your boyfriend in the affection he deserves. You pounce, nearly jumping into his lap as he lets out a high pitched scream. You can’t help but laugh at his reaction as you wrap your arms around his neck, squeezing his form into your own.

“Wh-what are you doing?!” Idia exclaims, voice cracking on a few syllables. 

“Loving you,” You grumble, peppering kisses into his neck as you nuzzle into his side. You feel the heat of Idia’s hair as it flares, his attention solely on you as you shower him with kisses and hugs.

The ‘game over’ screen is long forgotten as Idia basks in you and the love that consumes you both.

❥ Malleus Draconia

Malleus is overjoyed by your bouts of cuteness aggression. In fact, he anticipates it, wishing to have you shower him with the affection he oh so longs for. He cannot judge you though, as he feels the same, he is just unsure how to showcase his own affection. Ugh, but he is just a total cutie. You love when he pouts at his phone, asking you for help, or when he speaks passionately about gargoyles, or when he looks towards you to see how you react. All your adoration and love just want to explode like a volcano! Malleus just smiles and it makes you want to kiss him all over his pretty face. 

“You’re so gorgeous,” You complain, squishing his cheeks beneath your palms. “Who let you be so pretty? It should be a crime.”

Malleus’ grin speaks wonders as he sits perfectly still, eating up your attention and affection. He says nothing, eyes squished as you paw at his cheeks like its playdough. 

“You’re too dangerous to be left alive,” You declare, pausing your movements. Malleus tilts his head, curious about what you’re going to do next, and your cuteness aggression flares even more at the adorable gesture. 

You don’t think as you lean in and lightly ‘bite’ (more like place your mouth around) his horn, the two of you stock still as the action clicks in your heads. Your stomach drops, you definitely went too far, and you pull back, apologies ready to fly off your tongue, but strong arms halt your movement. Your breath is still as you notice the bright red blush that coats the dragon fae’s cheeks and ears, his pupils widely dilated as he stares at you. Your heart skips a beat as he pulls you closer. 

“You are quite brave, child of man,” His voice reverberates between you both, but his tone is filled with nothing but warmth and something a bit darker. “You are lucky that I enjoy all your strange forms of affection.”

With that, he leans in and bites your cheek (something you have done to him countless times), reciprocating your strange show of love. 

❥ Minajael Tealrajah

Minajael cannot get enough of your seemingly random attacks of affection towards him, no one had dared to get close to him, let alone bite him (except for his adorable pet tiger). It invigorated him, made him feel strangely normal. You didn’t treat him like some porcelain prince like his father did, nor did you treat him like untouchable royalty like others, and biggest of all, you didn’t try to suck up to him because of his title. Your uncontrollable affection for him proved just that. 

You had borrowed the magic carpet from Kalim, taking Minajael for a ride across Sage’s Island. It was beautiful, the moon a waning crescent above, the sky nearly clear, if not a few fluffy clouds dotting the horizon. Yet you couldn’t take your eyes off of the prince across from you. Your heart melted at the way his warm, brown eyes took in the scenery, his face shining with wondrous awe. The nail in the coffin was when his gaze finally landed on you, eyes brimming with love and joy and it makes you want to explode. 

You gently hold his face, squishing his cheeks lightly before attacking his face in kisses. Minajael chuckles softly, practically melting in your embrace, his own heart beating erratically. Yet kisses aren’t enough to get rid of the vibrating energy that is buzzing beneath your skin. So you squish his cheeks together, pressing a final kiss to his smushed lips before tackling him (gently, you don’t want to fall off the carpet). 

“You are so strange,” Minajael breaths out, enjoying the way you try to squeeze it out of him. “I love it.”

“You say that like you aren’t strange too,” You reply seamlessly, relaxing your hold as Minajael wraps his arms around you.

That familiar smug smirk tugs on his lips, nuzzling your nose with his own. 

“You’re right,” He agrees, his sweet affection turning sharp as he bites the tip of your nose in retaliation. “We’re a perfect match.”

It was safe to say that you both match each other’s freak.

[hanafubukki]

hanaaaaaa~~ malleus loves flowers on yuu 🌹

Hello Anonie 💞🌸💚

I love malleus and flowers too 😭😭😭

Thinking of Malleus and flowers…

Malleus who always loved seeing flowers on you.

He gave you flowers many times over the years he’s had with you.

Flowers grown and tended by him. From your time at NRC to your marriage day to every day as you reigned by his side.

A flower a day.

To show his eternal devotion to you.

Even at the time of your passing, he laid flowers on your casket.

Every day, he would visit and lay them where you are buried.

One day, he wakes up with you in front of him. You are holding a bouquet. The entire area around you two filled with flowers.

You offer him the bouquet, “I missed you, my love.”

Malleus smiles. His face once lined with wrinkles and laugh lines, are now gone. He’s young again, as if he returned to the form he took when he first met you.

“And I missed you too, my beloved.”

You two reunited in the afterlife.

Never to be separated again.

[nobodysservant]

Rolling Ball of Love!

[This was a request]

GN!Reader x Riddle Rosehearts

Situation/Scenario:

You brought your trained hedgehog lulu to a Unbirthday party. Hoping it might get a long with the other Hedgehogs. (Post overblot riddle!)

Riddle Rosehearts

It was a struggle already having to feed yourself here, so two mouths more at a day made it even worse sometimes.

But you adored your hedgehog and how gentle grim was with it.

You were just glad that when you landed in Night Ravens College that your hedgehog was brought with you.

Your dear lulu.

It has been already long after riddles overblot and it was nice to be invited to the Unbirthday party they hosted.

This time though you decided to bring your dear Lulu with you.

Lulu was such a sweetheart, learning quick and talking with lulu was always nice.

It calmed you down a lot after everything.

So in Heartlabyuls garden you carried lulu around in your hands, looking around for your dear friends.

It was so full at the party you decided to take a break and sit down at one of the tables.

Giving your hedgehog some strawberries to feast on.

Yet particular eyes have been watching you from afar since you entered.

Riddle just stared at the tame hedgehog, knowing most of the hedgehogs here are often to shy for anything.

He was in a daze from watching you interact with your cute little ball of love.

It was so dreamy he really wanted to pet your hedehog. He might be your friend but that still didnt stop him from being embarrassed.

So when you finally spotted him with trey and cater, he felt so light but also so nervous when you came over with your hedehog.

"Finally I have been looking everywhere here for you guys."

Cater beamed at the hedehog, taking pics and all and questioning holes into you.

When you told them your little Lulu knows tricks they all looked amazed but also confused at you.

They just watched in amazement as you told your Lulu to roll or a little twirl.

"Lulu also has a very special trick."

You picked Lulu up holding it up to riddles cheek.

"Lulu, chu~."

Riddle felt so fuzzy when the hedehog kind of kissed his cheek. It was so cute.

He understood kind of whenever the hedehog said something but it wasnt all clear.

Seeing you understand your hedehog so well made him jealous but also admire you so much.

So whenever he was free he invited you with lulu for tea or asked when he could come over sometime.

He loved you and your ball of love.

He enjoyed the little giggles that came from the hedehog whenever he gave ace and deuce a lecture.

Riddle was fond of your hedehog and it just brought you two even closer.

You might not know it but Lulu planned something here for you.

Alrighty I hope this is to your liking dear customer

@inarelationshipwithangst

This was really cute to write. My own heart was so fuzzy during this.

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[nekonaps0]

I don’t know if you did this on so

Trans male reader X twisted wonderland boys

I heard about top surgery so how would the boys react seeing them for the first time???

Top surgery scar

✦Characters: Cater Diamond, Epel Felmier, Deuce Spade, Floyd Leech

✦Trans!Male!Reader

✦Happy pride month guys! I hope everyone having fun and everything ✨💕

Cater Diamond

Cater had come looking for you after class, phone in hand as usual, ready to drag you into some new magicam trend. He didn’t think twice before opening the door to the empty classroom you were using to change, no knock, because why would he?

You both froze.

You were halfway through pulling on your shirt, top surgery scars clearly visible across your chest. Panic hit you immediately. “ WAIT! Cater! Let me explain it! I-I can explain!” you started, voice shaky.

Cater raised an eyebrow, head tilting slightly. He wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what those scars were. But he also saw how freaked out you looked, so he just gave you his usual bright, easy smile and raised both hands.

“No need to explain anything.” He keeping his tone light and casual. “Your secret’s safe with me. I’d never out you or spill something personal like that. Or do something that makes you uncomfortable.”

You asked him quietly not to tell the others.

Cater shook his head, looking almost offended at the idea. “As if! Your business is your business. I respect that.” Before he slipped back out the door, he paused and grinned. “Oh, and next time? Just change with us in the boys room. You’re one of the guys too, right? Nothing weird about it at all.”

He left but the gentle understanding in his eyes stayed with you.

Epel Felmier

You and Epel were in the changing room after gym class. You tugged your shirt off without thinking much of it, until you caught Epel’s wide eyed stare.

“Whoa… those scars look sick as hell!” he blurted out, eyes sparkling with pure admiration. “Where’d you get them? Was it some crazy fight? Did you take on a whole gang? Or maybe you wrestled with a wild animal?!”

You snorted, amused by the wild scenarios he was inventing. “Not exactly.” you said, pulling your gym shirt off. “They’re top surgery scars.”

Epel blinked once… twice… then the light finally sparkled. He rubbed the back of his neck, a little sheepish.

“Oh... Got it!” He shrugged, completely unbothered. “Still looks cool as hell. Makes you look tough. Like you’ve been through something and came out stronger.” He punched your shoulder lightly. “You’re manly as fuck, dude!”

The casual acceptance from someone who cared so much about masculinity made your chest feel lighter.

Deuce Spade

It was stupidly hot outside. Ace and Deuce had dragged you into helping paint the rose again. Sweat was pouring down your back, and the heavy uniform made it unbearable.

“Fuck it!” you muttered, tugging your shirt off and tossing it aside so you could keep working in just your pants.

Deuce’s eyes immediately locked onto your chest, specifically the top surgery scars. He stared, clearly surprised.

Your eyebrow went up. “Hey. Eyes up here dude.”

He startled so hard he nearly dropped his paintbrush. “S-Sorry! I didn’t mean to stare! I just… where did you get those scars? Are you okay?!”

You couldn’t resist. With a straight face you launched into the most ridiculous story you could think of. “Oh, some guy tried to steal my organs in a back alley. Luckily the police showed up right before he could finish the job.”

Deuce’s eyes went huge. He looked genuinely horrified and impressed at the same time. “That’s awful! Are you serious?!”

Ace, who had been listening nearby, smacked Deuce on the back of the head. “You idiot, don’t believe a word he says. He’s just trans. Those are top surgery scars. He’s fucking with you.”

Deuce’s face went bright red. He looked between you and Ace, mortified. “You…that wasn’t funny!” he grumbled, turning back to the roses with embarrassed energy. Ace just laughed.

Floyd Leech

The public pool was packed, but the water felt amazing in this summer heat. Floyd was happily swimming around like a chaotic eel while you floated peacefully in your trunks and a swim shirt.

Floyd eventually swam over, grinning sharply, and immediately tugged at the hem of your shirt. “Shrimpy~ Why are you wearing this in the pool? It’s weird. Take it off, it looks uncomfortable.”

You tried to brush it off smacking his hand. “Lots of people wear swim shirts. It’s fine.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically. “That’s dumb. It’s probably all heavy and sticky. Why do you wanna wear it so bad?”

You hesitated, then said quietly, “My top surgery scars are pretty noticeable. I don’t want people giving me weird looks.”

Floyd stared at you for a second, then snorted. “You shouldn’t give a flying fuck about what random people think. Look around! There’s a guy over there in neon green speedos that are traumatizing everyone. Your scars aren’t even close to the weirdest thing here.” His grin turned dangerous. “And if anyone says something nasty? I’ll just squeeze them. Or drown them. Whichever’s more fun.”

His casual protectiveness made you laugh. “God… okay okay. Just don’t get us kicked out.” After a moment, you pulled the swim shirt off.

The second the scars were visible in the sunlight, Floyd didn’t even blink. He just grinned wider. “See? You look better without it anyway~” He splashed you playfully. “Now c’mon, enough talk, let’s swim.”

For the rest of the day you floated and swam without worrying about your chest. Floyd’s complete indifference mixed with his willingness to drown haters made you feel surprisingly free.

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My friend helped me who just had top surgery recently. Did you guys know that they can also change your nipple shape if you want?! HOW COOL IS THAT?!? You can get heart shaped nipples!!!

[nekonaps0]

Pretty girl

✦Characters: Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech

✦Bi!Fem!Reader

✦A potions accident had turned them into a woman for the next 24 hours.

Azul Ashengrotto

The twins had warned you with matching mischievous grins, a potions accident had turned Azul into a woman for the next 24 hours. You wasted no time heading straight to his room.

“Azul, please let me in!” you called gently through the door.

“I look ridiculous!” came his voice from the other side, still unmistakably his, but lighter and softer. “You’re just going to laugh at me. I won’t be leaving this room until the potion wears off.”

“Azul, I would never make fun of you. Please?”

After several long minutes of gentle coaxing, the door finally cracked open.

Your brain short circuited.

Azul stood there, arms crossed defensively. Long, silky hair framed a stunning face, full lips, rosy cheeks, long lashes framing those familiar sharp eyes. He looked beautiful.

Lord have mercy.

“…See? I look like a joke!” he muttered, cheeks already turning pink.

You stepped inside, closed the door, and cupped his face with both hands. “You’re dumb if you think that. You look just as breathtaking as you always do. But with a feminine touch.”

Azul’s entire face flushed crimson. The sight of him blushing so prettily as a girl was dangerously adorable. “S-Stop saying such things…” he stammered, trying to look away, but you held his cheeks firmly.

You couldn’t help yourself. You started kissing him, soft little pecks all over his forehead, cheeks, nose, and finally his lips. Each kiss made him more flustered, his new feminine voice letting out tiny embarrassed sounds that were unfairly cute.

“You’re going to kill me…” he whispered, hiding his burning face against your shoulder. Azul made a mortified little noise but didn’t pull away.

Jade Leech

Jade seemed remarkably unbothered by the transformation. You found him in his room, standing in front of the mirror and admiring his new form. The potion had given him long, flowing hair and a tall, elegant model like figure. He still moved with that same graceful, slightly dangerous for your poor heart.

You were sitting on his bed, staring. Jade caught your gaze in the mirror reflection and turned around with a knowing smile. “Do you find this form attractive?” he asked, voice still smooth but noticeably higher.

You nodded, a faint blush creeping up your neck. “Of course I do. You’re my boyfriend… or girlfriend right now? It’s a little confusing, but yes. Very attractive.”

Jade grin widened as he walked closer. He tilted your chin up with two fingers, forcing you to look directly at him. Your blush deepened. “You’re enjoying this accident quite a bit more than expected.” he teased, voice low and playful.

Your brain went into full gay panic.

“You’re pretty, okay?! It’s not my fault!”

Jade chuckled softly and leaned in, pressing a light, teasing kiss to the corner of your lips before pulling back just as quickly.

“This little accident has taken a rather interesting turn I must say.” he murmured, eyes glittering with mischief. “I believe I’m going to enjoy seeing how you react to me like this.”

You were absolutely cooked.

Floyd Leech

Floyd was a chaotic mix of annoyed and intrigued by his new body. He kept poking at his own chest and complaining about the “extra weight” while also admiring his hips in the mirror.

You were trying to help him adjust his uniform when he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. He looked down at you with that signature sharp grin, now on a strikingly pretty face.

“You like girls too, right~?” he asked, though it sounded more like a statement.

You nodded, heart racing. “Yes…?”

His smile stretched wide. “Then it’s your lucky day, Shrimpy.”

You sighed “Floyd, don’t mess around…”

He whined, and the sound coming from his new girly voice was weirdly hot. “Come on~ We gotta make the most of it while it lasts!”

Before you could protest further, he cupped the back of your neck, and kissed you hard. One hand stayed on your waist while the other tangled in your hair, pulling you flush against his new curves.

When he finally pulled back, he was ready to tease you more, until he noticed your bright red face and the nosebleed dripping down.

“Eh~? Shrimpy’s nose is bleeding!” He laughed loudly, delighted. “You’re so cute when you get overwhelmed. This is gonna be so much fun~”

He didn’t let you go, still grinning like a shark who’d found new prey.

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[rotten-despair]

there was something unfairly comforting about curling up beside lilia. maybe it was the warmth of his arms wrapped securely around your waist, or maybe it was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear as you rested against his chest. whatever the reason, every worry that had followed you throughout the day seemed to melt away the moment he pulled you closer. the room was quiet except for the occasional rustle of blankets and the soft hum of a song lilia seemed to be making up as he went along, his fingers lazily combing through your hair while a content smile rested on his face. every so often he'd press a gentle kiss to the top of your head before settling back against the pillows, looking entirely too pleased with the fact that you were tucked against him like you belonged there. honestly, you probably did. whenever you shifted closer, he would simply tighten his hold and laugh softly, as though the idea of letting you go was completely absurd. wrapped up in warmth, blankets, and lilia's endless affection, it wasn't long before your eyes began to grow heavy. the last thing you remembered before drifting off was hearing him murmur a quiet "sleep well, my treasure" against your hair while holding you just a little closer than before.

[alexisomnias]

— PUT YOUR HANDS IN MINE. . .

⤷ physical acts of affection from savanaclaw?!

featuring SAVANACLAW

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR         -  embracing in a "hug"

        Randomly when passing him in the hall he’ll pull you into a secluded space for a quick hug. Against the general idea, I believe Leona would love the safety and blanket effect of your arms around him. You're pretty much a pillow to him (his favorite).

He loves the security he gets when your in his arms even if only for a few seconds, the fact you're here. He'd never admit that though, you'd have to shoot him in the foot for him to explain his actions! He'd hug you as if he hasn't for days and let the feeling flow for a mere four seconds before parting and waving you goodbye nonchalantly (loser) heading to his class. He does this in public spaces too, he would randomly hug you from behind or such before letting go. Its never long enough to cause an issue or pause in his schedule, buts its long enough to leave a lingering feeling on your body.

RUGGIE BUCCHI         -  quick peck on the cheek!

        Ruggie adores randomly planting kisses on you. Quick pecks of his lips against your skin, or capturing your own lips with his. Each one left leaving love like the effect of a needle. He had no shame with it either, most of the time it will be in the halls or in the open when he tracks you in the sea of people, (he could always find you in an ocean of faces) and leave a feathered kiss with care before leaving carrying on his day.

Almost all are impulsive ones, when he wants a kiss he will receive one no matter how currently far you are from him. His favorite is kisses because he feels the most from you. He can kiss you anywhere, he's greedy like that!

JACK HOWL         -  hold my hand sweetly

        It’s a gentle touch, not one above the feeling of feathers falling into your hand. His thumb lightly tracing your palm in a relaxed manner. In most cases he holds your hand before he was going to fall asleep. A feeling of safety from your warmth knowing you’re right beside him, so he’ll randomly slip your hand in his. He adores simple things like this, it doesn't necessarily have to be long, even a small brush of the hand through a crowd will leave him pleased and give him motivation to carry on. Your warmth syncing with his as the skin makes contact, he doesn't mind holding it for long either. He'd hold your hand an entire day if you let him. He loves the feeling of yours slipped in with his.

[velveguts]

shrimpy bait! [floyd leech]

SUMMARY: after a rough day, everything seems too much. a call from floyd makes you think that maybe things will be looking up.

aka floyd being such a sweet boy

WARNINGS: lil angst, fluff because that's my forte, fluff again, floyd being himself, did i mention fluff

NOTES: i'm typing this on my phone so excuse any tomfoolery also i know i'm shit at writing but he's one of my favorites :')

by all means, it should've been a normal day at ramshackle. emphasizing on normal. well, if you could even call it that. everyone came to understand after a while that you were the one to bear everyone's burdens and doing everybody's favors since you arrived, and you couldn't really fathom why that came to be. perhaps you were too willing? too nice to refuse or to deny their wants? no matter how much time you spent overthinking ways you could stand up for yourself, in the end nothing came to fruition. muling it over wouldn't do much good, you realized.

so that's how you ended up here.

a particularly hot day, after countless hours of running around encountering probably every student wanting just something from you, you decided to call it a day and head over to your room (or something close resembling a room).

opening your phone, which at this point had been untouched all day, you quickly scan all your notifications. maybe someone decided to check in on you after all these hours,

and yet, nothing.

with that, you quickly lock your phone and throw it on your bed from the sheer bitterness creating bubbles of anger and sadness inside your guts. but before you have time to think anything else, it starts ringing violently. startled at first, you peer over to see who is the one calling you and to your surprise it's none other than floyd. mr. floyd leech.

floyd has been your steady rock since your arrival at nrc. to be completely honest, at the beginning, floyd seemed excited beyond any reasonable means, which, wasn't a bad thing. but, you being new and constantly bombarded by questions and tasks, he frightened you a little. he seemed to either know that fact but chose to ignore it or he just was that oblivious. soon after though, you came to know that floyd, was nothing but sweet. so sweet in fact, that you started thinking more and more about him. maybe too much.

fighting back a smile that's almost threatening to break across your face, you pick up your phone and swipe to answer his call.

"shrimpy! you finally answered!" he's chirping from the other end, makes you giggle slightly.

"hey floyd, yes i'm here." you answer him with the most joyful voice you can muster, but at the end it comes out quieter than you intended.

"how are ya doing? i saw you runnin' around but couldn't catch ya! do ya feel well?" his concern melts your melancholy away at the seems.

you start to answer back, "yeah i just came back a bit ag-" and before you can finish he's jumping at the opportunity. "okay let's go out and have a picnic by the lake! i can pick ya up and we can have ice cream for lunch! and all kinds of sweets! maybe some cherry pie too yeah?" he's rumbling on and on and you can't help but laugh.

"but floyd! we have to have some actual food too. we can't just survive on sweets for the rest of the day you know?" you manage to be the voice of all reason between laughs.

"cute little shrimpy, you don't understand! you're the only sweet i could never get enough of!" you can practically hear his smirk from other end, his voice dropping just slightly at the end just to tease you.

cheeks burning besides yourself, you answer him, "sure floyd, let's do it." "yes! okay shrimpy! i'll be right there don't ya worry! can't wait to see ya!" his excitement is radiating through the hard glass shell of your phone and onto you. he ends the call so quick you don't get the chance to reply.

cheeks hurting from all the smiling, you start getting ready for a day out with the person that appreciates you the most.

[ngestwo]

⊹₊⋆ I Wanna Be Yours (Jade Leech x GN Reader)

a/n: this one's shorter than the recents,, midway writing i thought Rook would suit this too agdhd but i guess Jade can have little silly moments of being jealous of objects c/w: soft yandere

now playing: arctic monkeys - i wanna be yours

“If I may be bold, I find myself quite envious of that vacuum cleaner you're holding.”

The prefect abruptly turned towards the entrance of the Ramshackle dorm, where Jade Leech, in all his splendor, stood with two cups in both hands. His impeccable gentlemanly posture, combined with his casually refined attire, contrasted sharply with the prefect, who was hunched over in their most comfortable outfit while grappling with the aforementioned vacuum cleaner. The only thing separating them was the length of the corridor. That same wicked smile graced the merfolk’s face, sending a chill down the prefect's spine, even after witnessing it countless times before.

“...Excuse me?”

It was the weekend at Night Raven College, where many students ventured off the school grounds, while others chose to remain in their dorms, much like the prefect. After all, weekends are the perfect opportunity for cleaning. However, they certainly didn’t anticipate a visitor, particularly from any of the mer trio residing in Octavinelle. Leech strolled down the corridor with a heavy gait, heightening the prefect's anxiety about what schemes he might be concocting. His piercing gaze from afar only added to their apprehension.

Breathin' in your dust

His arrival was nearly silent, resembling the stealth of a burglar executing a surprise attack. The prefect does not remember having any unresolved matters with Octavinelle, so what could Jade possibly be doing in the Ramshackle dorm? They were becoming increasingly uneasy about their situation. Coming to a halt just in front of the prefect, who stood frozen, the merfolk tilted his head slightly with an innocent expression. He extended his arm, offering a cup. Unsure of how to respond, they scrutinized the paper coffee cup intently. A slight giggle could be heard from the merfolk as he takes in their reaction.

“There's no need to be wary, Prefect. I'm here with nothing but good intentions.” His words flowed out smoothly, almost with a sense of caution. However, the prefect understood the importance of remaining vigilant. “I came to offer you a cup of coffee, and maybe assist you with your errands as well.” To those unfamiliar with him, he appeared quite charming, which was meant to be comforting, yet the prefect sensed the exact opposite.

But it's not like they can just turn down an act of kindness, plus the coffee in the dorm is coincidentally running out. Guess they lower their guard a bit, for now. Setting the vacuum cleaner aside, they took the cup from his hand cautiously, surprised by the heat radiating from it.

"How did you know I like my coffee hot? I don't remember ordering one at Mostro Lounge." Eyeing the cup once more, they decided to drink it. Leech’s keen gaze follows the prefect as they sip from the cup, savoring each moment.

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

Jade chuckled softly, a sound that seemed to echo through the room. “Ah, it's merely a talent of mine to know the preferences of those who pique my interest,” he replied smoothly, his words as polished as his appearance. “Besides, I thought a little surprise might brighten your cleaning routine.”

The prefect raised an eyebrow, still cautious but slightly mollified by the warm beverage in their hands. “I suppose I should thank you then,” they said, their tone a mix of suspicion and gratitude.

“Think nothing of it,” Jade replied with a slight bow, his eyes twinkling mischievously. Taking one last glance at the merfolk, the prefect turned to put away the vacuum cleaner and the scattered supplies in the room. As they gathered everything into one corner of the living area, they stood with their hands on his hips, facing away from Jade. All while they are busy organizing the materials, a pair of heterochromatic eyes watched them far too intently as goosebumps rose on their arms at a sudden breeze flowing through the open window beside them.

Let me be the portable heater

“To be honest, there’s not much you can do to assist me. I’m nearly finished with everything; vacuuming was the last task on my list…” The prefect deftly untangled the sweater wrapped around them and quickly put it on. Funny enough, the sweater soon falls prey to Jade's jealousy. That's the second inanimate object today. His watchful gaze remains unyielding.

That you'll get cold without

“...You’re aware that I can sense your gaze piercing through me, right?” They turned to face the merfolk positioned before the sofa, carefully hiding their anxiety. “You’ve been observing me quite... closely since your arrival.” Once again showcasing his innocent smile, he puts down his drink on the coffee table by the sofa.

"Am I not permitted to find joy in watching the person who has occupied my thoughts daily?" One of their eyebrows scrunched at that statement.

“Does this mean it has nothing to do with Azul sending you here?” While the question carries a hint of humor, Jade can’t help but feel a slight twitch at the mention of another man’s name. This visit was meant to be a special time just for the two of them.

"In all honesty, Prefect, I prefer not to discuss others when it’s just the two of us."

The prefect becomes puzzled at his response and lets the subject drop. They pay little attention to any of what he was referring to, considering it just another of his peculiar behaviors. If the man intends to stay for a while longer, perhaps they should reciprocate his kindness with a gesture of their own while slowly relieving their nerves.

As the prefect shifts from their initial position and makes their way to the pantry, they remain oblivious to a small towel that has been carelessly discarded on the floor.

“Since you brought the coffee, allow me to get you something to eat—” At that moment, they accidentally step on the towel, which causes them to lose their balance. In a flash, Jade rushes forward and catches the prefect before they can fall. With an arm wrapped around their waist, their eyes lock unexpectedly. A faint blush of pink appeared on Leech's cheeks; he had not anticipated anything like this occurring. In this close proximity, he can inspect every detail of the prefect's visage.

I wanna be your setting lotion (wanna be)

Hold your hair in deep devotion (how deep?)

The prefect experienced a sense of gratitude for his rescue; however, a feeling of unease began to seep back in as he continued to hold on tightly. His imposing stature enveloped their form, and his gaze, unwavering and intense, drew nearer. Gradually, his other hand moved to their face, gently caressing it.

At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean

I wanna be yours

"...I had always believed that moments like this were merely the stuff of dreams." His words slipped out softly, almost in a mumble. The prefect is left bewildered by the unfolding events. If only Grim weren't off on his little adventures for the day. Their eyes dart to different directions, avoiding Leech's gaze, as they search for a way to free themselves from his hold.

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

“My dearest Prefect.” Once more, they refocus on the situation at hand, and the merfolk's eyes take on a hint of darkness.

“I sincerely hope this doesn’t reach Azul or my brother.”

Maybe I just wanna be yours

[rotten-despair]

having lunch with jade during his break was one of those things that sounded simple until you realized just how much he seemed to enjoy quietly studying your reactions to everything. the two of you had claimed a small table tucked away in a peaceful corner of the mostro lounge, far enough from the lunch rush that the conversation felt pleasantly private, and while jade was perfectly content to discuss anything from class assignments to the weather, there was always a hint of amusement in his expression that made you feel as though he knew something you didn't. every time you glanced up, you'd find him watching you over the rim of his teacup with that small, polite smile of his, and every time you asked what was so funny, he'd simply insist that nothing was amusing at all before changing the subject entirely. despite the teasing, there was something surprisingly relaxing about spending time with him like this. the noise of the lounge seemed softer when he was around, and even the comfortable silences never felt awkward. at one point your hand brushed against his while reaching for the same basket of bread, and although neither of you pulled away immediately, jade's smile widened ever so slightly as he gestured for you to take it first. by the end of his break, you found yourself wishing it lasted a little longer, and judging by the way his gaze lingered on you before he reluctantly stood to return to work, you suspected jade felt exactly the same.

[drkittenwhiskers]

Hi!! lemme start by saying i LOVE your writing!! i'd LOVE to request Jamil x Reader, where the reader is just CONSTANTLY ragebaiting him. Not maliciously, of course, but they find LOTS of fun in making jamil do that one angry sprite!! you know, this one:

Thanks again! ^^

My Favorite Ragebaiter

Jamil x Reader

Notes: Thanks for the compliment on my writing, I always worry that I write too ‘awkwardly’, but you guys remind me that I’m doing just fine :3 I think this’ll be really fun to write, it might be a little cringe, and they lowkey might end up ragebaiting each other since Jamil’s so sassy with his comebacks.

“Jami!”, you giggle, poking Jamil’s cheek, “Jami… Jam Jams-…” “WHAT!?”, Jamil snaps, his patience already thin due to having to clean up after another Kalim Party. All he wanted to do was lie down and fade into dreamland, but you were right beside him, determined to not let that happen.

“I just wanted to know…”, you pause to snicker a bit as if you were about to tell the funniest joke in the world, “If I was a butterfly, would you think I was the prettiest butterfly in the world, or would you spray me?” Jamil just stares at you, contemplating whether to throw you out, or just suffocate you with cuddles.

“I would step on you.”, he says flatly, prompting you to pout. “Really…?”, you give him sad, puppy dog eyes and he sighs. “No. You know I’d never do something like that to you.” Your face slowly starts to split into a huge grin, “Aww, see! This is why I love you, you’re such a big-…” “…I’d get Kalim to do it.”, Jamil smirks as you start to pout again.

“Jamil!”, that’s not how it’s supposed to go, and you know it!”, you huff annoyedly as you poke his cheek again, pissing him off again. “Quit with the poking, Neonate.”, he gives you a warning glare, and you give him one right back. “Hey! I’m not a baby!” “You’re sure acting like one, I know two year olds that act up less than you.”, he rolls his eyes.

That earns an offended gasp from you, then before Jamil could even process it, you suddenly pounce onto him and straddle his waist, then you start to wiggle your fingers on his sides. “This’ll teach you how to stop being such a meanie!”, you say with a mischievous smile on your face.

“Gah!”, Jamil tries his hardest to resist both the urge to laugh, and the urge to fling you across the room, going as stiff as a board. “You’re only proving my point.”, he manages to grunt out, “This is quite literally the most childish-…PFFT!” You had shot your fingers under his arms and almost made him laugh, but he quickly stops himself, much to your dismay.

“C’mon, Honey Bunches, you know you wanna laugh!”, you grin more deviously as you start to tickle Jamil all over. But almost immediately, he puts a stop to it, lifting you up and tossing you gently onto the farthest corner of the bed, contrasting the exasperated look on his face. You almost swooned at that, knowing that if you were literally anyone else, you’d still be flying across the desert right now.

“Even if I did want to laugh, I’d NEVER want to laugh at something as stupid as that.”, he half heartedly glares at you, still feeling the tingly sensation. “Don’t be so grumpy, Honey Bunches, you loved it, admit it.”, you playfully stick your tongue out at him. “Stop calling me ‘Honey Bunches’, it’s weird.”, Jamil gives you a slightly disgusted look, “Though I guess I shouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

“Don’t be so mean, my Little Honey Bunches of Oats.”, you blink at him innocently for about five seconds, until you get a pillow to the face. “Didn’t I tell you to stop calling me that!?”, Jamil says as he holds the pillow in his hand like a flail. “Doesn’t mean you have to get so angry, my little crabby kitten.”, you say, obviously feigning pain as you know good and well he didn’t hit you that hard.

“STOP THAT!”, he shouts, forgetting that the rest of Scarabia is asleep by this point, “You’re being annoying just for the sake of doing it, Seven’s you’re worse than Kalim, Floyd, and Trappola COMBINED!” “Yeah, but you love ME, though.”, you go back to looking innocent again, as you crawl back next to him on the bed. Jamil sighs and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, then he rest his cheek on your head.

“Sadly…but only because you care about me way more than they ever would.”, he looks down at your smiling face, “And I guess I care about you too…a lot more than you’d ever know.”, he trails off, then presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Hey, Jam Jams?”, you look up at him. “Yes?”, he finally looked calm for the first time tonight, you almost felt sorry for what you were about to do. “Are clouds a solid or a liquid?”

You start to grin that devious grin again, while Jamil looked almost like he was gonna bite you, “SEVENS, WOULD YOU STOP ASKING ME ALL THESE DUMBASS QUESTIONS!?”, he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Sorry…”, you mumble with an almost convincing amount of guilt. Jamil almost buys into it just because you’re his partner, but then he sees one of your fingers inching towards his side, and he officially gets fed up. “That’s it, I’m sleeping on the couch...”, he grumbles as he stomps off, leaving your giggling self on his bed.

More Notes: Okay, I was right when I said this was gonna be fun to write, I lowkey wanna go ragebait Jamil now too. He’s lowkey funny asf✌️ I also wanna go to a Kalim Party too, I KNOWWW they have board games and stuff. A round of uno over there would go CRAZY.

[pursuitsofjade]

"let's break up!" with jade leech

synopsis: jade leech is utterly in love with you. the thing is, when you confessed, he got so carried away in his happiness that he forgot to tell you he likes you back.

tags: established relationship, kinda crack ...?, jade is a goofball, not very sad it very happi happi story

wc: 1.6k

“Jade, have you ever thought of breaking up?”

“Oho? and what has brought you to that idea, my dear? I believe I have not done anything unsatisfactory as of late. ”

“Actually, you have been treating me well lately. The thing is, I just have some doubts about your feelings for me…” 

Ever since you’ve confessed to the eel, he’s been nothing but perfect towards you. Walking you to class; taking initiative and inviting you on hikes to the mountains, even carrying you all the way down when your feet hurt; gifting you a terrarium with two plants sitting side by side, saying that it’s supposed to be the two of you…the list could go on? So what could make you doubt his love for him? 

That’s precisely it. When Jade accepted your confession, you were ecstatic to say the least. Because you were so over the moon, you failed to confirm whether or not they were actually returned. 

You knew for a fact that you loved the eel, and that behind his scheming pursuits and chilling smiles, he does hold some affection for you. But you weren’t sure if he liked you the same way you did. When your fingers brushed over his, did he feel the same rush you did? Whenever you spot him in a sea of students after class, does his heart run to the moon and back, the same as you still do despite all the time you’ve spent together? 

Amidst your racing thoughts, Jade calculates his own response. 

But first, a realization. 

“It seems that I have missed something…” His voice comes out as a soft mumble, as if he were talking to himself. 

“Sorry?”

He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed, concern painting the eel’s face. This kind of expression was common, but it was usually accompanied by a scheme of some sort. The only scheme here would be playing your heart, however. But you see the slight downward twitch of his lips, and for a moment, you believe that his worry is genuine. Then, his mouth moves to turn into a little pout. Adorable, you think. 

“I cannot believe that I have overlooked such a vital part of our relationship.” Jade makes a move to hold you closer, his long limbs slithering along the dip of your waist. Your heart does a flip, maybe 10000 flips in a second. Lethal power: 67%.

“Prefect…” His fingers drag along your hair, tucking it behind your ear. The closer proximity gives you a chance to study his annoyingly handsome features. His mismatched eyes meet your own, and his lips contort into the smile you’ve grown fond of. You feel your knees weaken, and mentally thank Jade for holding you–otherwise you might’ve fallen. Fallen for him, though, you already have. Lethal power: 82%. 

Suddenly, he draws back. Your eel retracts his arms from your shoulder and waist, takes a step to create some space before you, and holds his hands together in the usual, polite manner he does. 

“Will you let me have the honor of marrying you?” 

…

…?

…????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lethal power: MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE

You find yourself unable to move in shock. Was there something you missed? What part of your conversation could have ever led him to Him??? Marrying??? You???

Before he could reach for the box in his pocket and get down on his knees (why does he just have that prepared?); your arms frantically reach the sides of his shoulder and bring him up to your eye level, looking at him as if he had gone insane. Well, you’re not that far off…

“Wait, Jade! I’m sorry, I don’t understand! I thought you didn’t like me back, why are you–”

“You thought that I didn’t return your affections? My dear, are you dense?”

Dense. You don’t know if that was a more fitting description for yourself or the eel standing before you, “On the contrary, I believe my feelings are affirmed to you each and every day we spend together.” For the second time, you’re taken aback. Unlike the first, your mouth is left gaping so much that a fly could take space and start paying rent. However, Jade graciously brings his hand to your chin to close it, and looks into your eyes once more. 

“I believe I haven’t missed a day. I was under the impression that our relationship was going smoothly, and that you were unsatisfied that I haven’t proposed to you yet. Was that not your point, my dear?”

No, far from it! You wanted to shout, but to your favor, you let him continue, “I remember the day you first confessed your feelings for me. I assumed that you were accepting my attempts to court you. I always made sure to intertwine your arm with mine, after all.” 

That day, after his polite response, he reached out to offer his arm for you to hold, and walked you back to Ramshackle. It was no surprise to you, however, because it was common for him to do so. You safely assumed that he was trying to play the part of a gentlemanly, polite eel. But apparently, that meant something entirely different to Jade. He was courting you all this time? And you never noticed??

“Jade, are you serious?” You give him an incredulous look, your brain trying to catch up with this new information. The eel smiles at your current expression, now clearly finding amusement at the situation.

 “Yes, quite serious, my dear. But to calm your worries, I assure you that I sincerely return your affections. I find that our time together has made my days much more pleasant, and that your presence is one that I can never bring myself to tire of. Though you can be a handful at times, it seems that it only causes me to fall more in love with you, fufu.” The lilt in his tone soothes your thoughts, and you begin to fully look at the eel standing before you. Standing up with perfect posture, his hands are brought together across his stomach, and he still has his signature smile spread across his face. If you squinted a bit, you’d find that his cheeks are even tinted a very faint shade of pink, and that his breathing is a bit uneven. For Jade, such a small reaction is a big sign that he’s worked up. You find that hard to believe, but just hearing you doubt his love for you is enough to throw him off track.

Despite that, his eyes seem filled with amusement crinkling their corners, clearly focusing all his attention on you. At the realization, you feel your face heat up, and your heart runs a mile once more. But you’re happy. Relieved, even. Though your hypothesis was completely off, it’d be the only thing you’d never want to be true. The fact is: your eel is undeniably and utterly in love with you. 

There is one question left unanswered, however. 

“Prefect, I’m glad that I was able to erase your doubts, but I believe you have yet to respond to my previous inquiry.” 

“Huh? What did I miss…I love you too?”

He smiles at your reply, and gently runs his gloved fingers through your hair once more, “I appreciate your words, but I was referring to my marriage proposal.” 

“Wait, you’re really asking me that? Right now?” You were only in your second and third years, after all. You didn’t think your relationship would last either, and that you’d be left to deal with your “unrequited” feelings forever…

The amused look in Jade’s eyes turned into something that resembled mischief instead,  “Hm? I take it that you are rejecting my request? Or is it that…there is a third party?” This time, he puts on his worried face–cute pout intact–hand holding his chin, clearly putting on an act to look pitiful. “I was hoping to wait for the perfect time to ask for your hand, but I thought that waiting had become a hindrance in our relationship, in regard to your previous worries. Though, I am curious as to what your answer will be, my dear~.”

You let out a dry sniffle, but then your eyes warm up, and suddenly tears are streaming down your face. You find that your overwhelming happiness is difficult to hold back, and you see Jade genuinely startled once more. He immediately moves to retrieve the handkerchief from his breast pocket, “Oh dear, Prefect, I apolog–”

“Yes! Jade, please marry me!”

extra:

After your confession, Jade walks back to Octavinelle in high spirits. Even Floyd is weirded out by how happy his brother seems, but immediately assumes that Shrimpy had done something nice to him that day. More than nice, actually.

He gathers his materials and the plants he’s foraged to create a terrarium dedicated to you. One out of many, in fact, but this one is special because it marks your first day as a couple. He sets two budding plants together, hoping to see them bloom with you.

Then comes your new routine–preparing you lunches with mushrooms he’s foraged and recipes he threatened asked for from Ruggie, taking initiative and inviting you on hiking dates or go stargazing with him, and clearly giving you special treatment by handing out discounts whenever you visit him at Mostro Lounge Azul is on his last straw.

The only thing running through his head while doing these things is of course, three simple words: I love you. 

Seeing you waiting by the counter at Mostro Lounge? I love you. When he gifted your couple-terrarium and saw how overjoyed you were, he thought, So this is love. Even though hiking wasn’t your strongest suit, you insisted on going with him because you wanted to be part of his hobbies, too. I love the Prefect. 

However, it seems he got a bit carried away, because he never actually uttered these words to you–they remained as constant thoughts in his mind, leading him to believe he always relayed these feelings to you.  Hm, and he has the nerve to wonder why you ask him one day, “Jade, will you ever break up with me?”

hi I #back am at it! i didn't really proofread this and maybe i will edit later on but i want to get it out and stop being a perfectionist LOL so HI HI EVERYONE this is my submission to the jade leech fic community this is all i got for now gang