Thinking about the Octavinelle trio being fascinated by their partners human legs...
Floyd is the most vocal about his fascination. Whenever you're simply relaxing- wether that be in public or private- he's quick to put his hands on your legs. He's unashamed about his curiosity, poking and prodding the appendages like they don't have any sensation. The first time you allowed him to just play with your legs he dug his fingers into your calves like he was trying to tenderize meat.
The only plus side to the jabbing was that it could occasionally act akin to a wonky massage.
He especially likes your thighs and the curve of your bum. They're just so squishy and soft, unlike anything he had ever squeezed in the sea. Sometimes when you're wearing shorts he randomly places his head on your thighs, tracing little coral shapes into your skin. It's one of the few serene moments Floyd enjoys.
The more time you spend with him the bolder he gets with his gestures. The two of you could be sitting in the courtyard, middle of broad daylight, when he suddenly decides to grab onto your thigh and squeeze it with his overly large hands. The unceremonious squeal you let out certainly turned a few heads.
He begins to gnaw on your supple skin, sharp teeth digging just deep enough to leave marks but not break through skin. Safe to say, you can not wear anything that shows off your legs.
Although, its honestly cute how into your legs of all things he seems to be.
Jade is less outright about his interest in your legs, however he makes it very clear that the appendages fasinate him. If you even show the slightest sliver of skin around him he'll stare. He doesn't comment on the bare nature of them but you can tell that they have an affect on him with how quiet he becomes. His eyes go a little wide, admiring the limbs natural movement.
It's so strange too, considering its only your legs that seem to intrigue him so. Especially weird since he now has his own pair of legs as well.
However when the two of you are in private he is all up on your legs. He likes holding them in his lap, examining them like they're a recently discovered species of mushroom. He especially loves the texture your thighs. The way they contort under his fingertips is so extremely different compared to the slick of a merfolk's tail. They're tender and moldable, unlike anthing he had ever encountered in the depths.
How in the Coral Sea could you blame him for being curious?
As your bond grows Jade also becomes increasingly more captivated by your human parts. If you are ever laying on his bed he'll act like your legs are his property. He'll sit in between them, twirling around your ankles and knees with awe in his eyes. Its as if he's trying to see how far your limbs will bend without causing discomfort. He makes comments on how enthralling it is to see how much a human body can endure.
You think he's just trying to measure your pain level. Alas, you wouldn't love this leech otherwise.
Azul doesn't want you to know that he's practically in love with your legs. He finds it shameful, admiring something so mundane in the grand scheme of things. Your legs have been with you since you were born, yet he's out here entranced like a young mermaid longing for the human realm. So when the two of you begin to date he does not let any of his fascination show.
Yet, Azul cannot hide his desires for long, and he begins to subtly show appreciation to your legs of all things.
Whenever you wear anything that shows off even a sliver of your lower limbs your boyfriend is quick to compliment you. He'll continuously comment on them, saying how lovely you look and how you should wear clothing like this more often. It seems he doesn't even realize how enthusiastic he is about it either, with how his eyes sparkle and gaze lingers on your legs.
Eventually though, he outright begins to fond over your legs. If you two are ever seated on a couch together he'll put your legs on his lap and massage them, free of charge. It confuses you at first, but you come to realize this was an intimate moment for him. Being so close to something so unfamiliar to him.
Azul loves to lay on your legs. He finds the plush flesh to be softer than any sea bed he has ever laid on. He places his head on your thighs, fingers wrapping around your calf and lightly- soothingly- scratching the muscle. Before bed he always makes sure to press small, lingering, kisses to the tender skin, thanking him for allowing him to do this before drifting off to slumber. He's so gentle with your legs it could make you cry.
Leona was not a fan of hospitals. Too loud, and filled with people who never shut up. But when it came to you, he made an exception.
When the doctor came out and said you were in recovery, still a bit loopy from the anesthesia, he was allowed in to see you first.
He was expecting you to be groggy, sleepy… maybe even a little cranky.
He was not expecting you to look up at him, eyes wide as the moon, and gasp like you just saw Kalim bank account.
“…Whoa…” you whispered in awe, blinking up at him.
Leona raised an eyebrow. “What?”
You reached up, poking his cheek with a finger. “You’re so hot. Wait! Are you my boyfriend?” Your voice dropped into a stage whisper. “Holy crap. I scored a 10. A real one. Like, look at that jawline. And the ears. I love those stupid ears…”
Leona blinked, then smirked slowly. “Stupid ears, huh?”
“Oh my Seven, he talks!!” you mumbled dramatically. “And he sounds sexy! What the heck. Why would he date me? Is this a dream?”
He chuckled now, pulling a chair up beside the bed and resting his chin in his palm. “You done losing your mind over me, herbivore? Or should I flex for dramatic effect?”
Your eyes widened again. “Oh Seven, please do. I won’t remember this anyway, right? Gimme a peek…”
Leona snorted and leaned forward, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “Nah. I’ll let you suffer later when you remember all the embarrassing stuff you said.”
“I bet even your muscles have abs,” you murmured, dead serious.
He gave you a lopsided grin, the rare kind that didn’t carry smugness just affection.
“You’re a mess,” he said, voice lower, softer. “But you’re my mess. And yeah. I’m your boyfriend, dumbass. Even after you wake up.”
You sighed dreamily. “Lucky me…”
Leona stayed there until you fell asleep again, stroking your hair gently and muttering to himself “…Yeah. Lucky me, too.”
Jamil Viper
Jamil wasn’t visibly panicked, but inside, his nerves were twisting.
He’d made sure every detail of your surgery was vetted, that the doctor the best, and that your bed had a warmed blanket ready. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to you, not on his watch.
So when they finally let him into the recovery, he walked in calmly, mask of control in place. You were still lying in the hospital bed, IV in your arm, looking dazed but awake. He approached silently, gently brushing the back of his fingers along your temple.
“Hey,” he murmured. “You awake?”
You blinked up at him. “...Jamil?”
A warm smile softened his usually composed face. “Yeah. I’m here.”
He gently tucked a blanket around you and sat beside your bed, petting your head with slow, soothing strokes.
“You were amazing,” he added, voice as smooth as silk. “You got through it, just like I knew you would.”
There was a pause. And then…
“…Why are you so nice to me?” you whimpered suddenly, your bottom lip wobbling. “You always take care of me and fix things and remember all the small stuff. And I’m just a mess. A disaster. I don’t even know where my socks go half the time…”
Jamil blinked. “Wait! wait, are you crying?”
Your face crumpled more, tears spilling freely as you sniffled. “You’re so perfect and calm and hot and smart, and then you’re here being all gentle and rubbing my head and…and… your hands are so warm and you smell good and I love you so much it makes me wanna explode!”
You hiccupped.
“Don’t explode,” Jamil said flatly, but his ears were so red.
You sniffled again and tried to wipe your tears, only to flail a little. Jamil immediately grabbed a tissue and dabbed your cheeks himself, completely composed, though his eyes had gone soft with something unbearably tender.
“You’re drugged up,” he murmured, his voice affectionate. “But I’m glad you said all that.”
You blinked at him, dazed. “Do you think I’m gonna remember this?”
“Oh,” he smirked, leaning closer, “I plan to remind you every time.”
“…You’re mean,” you pouted.
“Mm. Only when you’re cute about it.”
He brushed his thumb over your cheek, his heart just as soft as yours, even if he’d never admit it while you were awake.
Jade Leech
The sterile white lights of the recovery room buzzed softly as Jade stepped inside, he’d been waiting for hours. His expression was as serene as alway composed, but the second he saw you stirring in bed, a flicker of worry passed through his eyes.
You blinked hazily, groggy from the anesthesia, your face twisted in sleepy confusion. As Jade stepped closer, gently placing a hand on your shoulder, your brows furrowed.
“Mmnh…” you mumbled, trying to focus. Then you caught sight of him and immediately stiffened.
“H-Hey!” you cried, sluggishly trying to push his hand off you. “Don’t touch me!”
Jade froze, tilting his head ever so slightly. “My, what’s this reaction?”
“I have a boyfriend!” you slurred, brows scrunching adorably. “He’s tall and mysterious and handsome and… and…kinda creepy but in a hot way! He’ll feed you to the sharks if you mess with me!”
There was a long pause.
Jade blinked once. Then he smiled amused “My dear… I am your boyfriend.”
You stopped moving. “…Wha—?”
“It’s me,” he said gently, brushing your hair away from your face. “Jade. The boyfriend you just described rather accurately, I must say.”
You stared at him, eyes wide. A beat passed. Then another.
And then your jaw dropped.
“…Oh my Seven,” you whispered in awe, pupils dilating. “You’re hot.”
Jade let out a soft chuckle, eyes crinkling.
“You didn’t recognize me a moment ago,” he teased, amused at your starry eyed look. “Should I take offense?”
You reached out to touch his face clumsily, cupping his cheek with both hands. “Nooo… you’re just too pretty. Like an aquarium prince. You’re so… sharp…”
He laughed under his breath, letting you poke his cheeks and admire his jawline while your foggy brain caught up.
“I’m so lucky,” you mumbled, lips pouting.
“No,” Jade murmured with an affectionate smirk, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “I’m the lucky one.”
Malleus Draconia
The soft rustle of Malleus’s clothes echoed as he stepped into the recovery room, his eyes scanning your unconscious form with quiet intensity. He had waited through the entire procedure, hands folded, patiently sitting with Sebek pacing beside him and Lilia humming something. Now, with the doctors gone and the room still, he finally approached your bedside.
You stirred slowly, blinking against the harsh ceiling lights. “Nnn…?” Your head lolled toward the tall shadow standing beside you.
Your eyes went wide. “…Whoa.”
Malleus tilted his head. “You’re awake,” he said gently. “How do you feel, my love?”
You squinted, struggling to focus but all you seen was… height.
“So… tall…” you whispered like it was the greatest discovery in the world.
He blinked. “I… suppose I am?”
You reached up to touch his sleeve clumsily, hands still weak. “You’re like… impossibly tall. Are you a tree?”
Malleus’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Not quite.”
“Wait, no…” You stared harder, eyes slowly lighting up. “You look like a prince. Like one from a book. Pointy ears, dark vibes, mysterious aura… sharp jawline...”
He chuckled softly. “That’s because I am a prince.”
You froze. “...Excuse me?”
“I am the crown prince of Briar Valley,” he said matter of factly, gently brushing hair away from your face. “And your very devoted partner.”
You gaped at him in silence. Then you whispered, almost breathless, “I bagged a prince?”
“Yes,” he answered, amused by your bewildered stare. “You did.”
A slow, victorious smile stretched across your face. “I bagged a prince.”
You looked up at him proudly, pointing at yourself. “Me. I did that. A real prince! Gosh… I’m so good.”
“I suppose you are,” he said warmly.
You reached out with both arms like you were going to hug him, but instead you just poked his chest with a single finger. “This is mine,” you declared proudly. “My royal tall emo dragon boyfriend.”
Malleus laughed, a rich, deep sound he rarely let others hear. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, eyes shining.
“I’m yours,” he said gently, “in title and heart.”
Azul Ashengrotto
Azul had been sitting stiffly in the recovery room chair for the last two hours, legs crossed, hands clasped, he anxiously waited. Jade and Floyd had offered to sit with him, but Azul insisted he do this part alone. You were his partner. His responsibility. And deep down, though he would never admit it, his greatest fear was seeing you in pain and not knowing how to help.
So when he heard the nurse say you were waking up, he was on his feet instantly, straightening his clothes, adjusting his glasses.
He entered quietly.
You blinked against the light, still woozy. When your eyes landed on Azul.
Your eyebrows knit together. “…Wait… I know you…”
Azul stepped forward, concerned. “It’s alright, my pearl. You’re just groggy from the medication. I’m—”
“You’re… that hot dorm leader,” you said. “You run the lounge… with that two really scary looking guys…”
Azul paused. “Pardon?”
You squinted, then nodded slowly. “Yeah… yeah. You’re Azul Ashengrotto. Smart. Rich. Always wears nice clothes. Business shark. Also… super handsome. Too handsome. Suspiciously handsome...”
Azul blinked hard behind his glasses. “You… don’t recognize me?”
“I do!” you said quickly, pointing at him like it just clicked. “You’re the one who always makes shady contracts.’ I saw you in the school.”
He raised an elegant brow. “Yes… and I’m also your boyfriend.”
You stared at him, stunned silent. “...What?”
“We’ve been dating for a while now. You’re always with me in the vip room. You keep stealing my glasses for fun.” he added calmly, adjusting his glasses.
You looked completely frozen. Then… tears welled up in your eyes.
Azul panicked. “Wha!? My pearl?! What’s wrong?! Is it pain? Should I get a nurse—?”
“No!” you cried, sniffling as your lip wobbled. “It’s not that! It’s just…”
You pointed at him again. “You’re my boyfriend?! You?! The hot, successful, strategic Azul Ashengrotto?! You chose me?!”
Azul flushed redder than Riddle hair. “I… well… yes!”
You sobbed harder. “Oh Great Seven, I pulled a CEO?!”
He stepped closer, gently brushing your cheek. “You’re being ridiculous…”
“You’re rich and hot and evil coded and wear cufflinks! Cufflinks!” You hiccuped. “And I’m just a sleepy gremlin with a snack drawer in my nightstand!”
Azul’s lips twitched, equal parts overwhelmed and trying not to burst out laughing. He leaned down, kissing the corner of your wet cheek.
“I love you,” he whispered, fingers brushing your temple. “Even in this state.”
You sniffled and blinked up at him, face crumpling all over again. “Oh no… you’re nice, too?!”
He finally laughed and pulled you gently into his arms.
“I’ll remind you every day if I have to,” he murmured into your hair. “You’re mine. I chose you. And I’d do it a thousand times over.”
A/N: I'm not a dere tsun tsun dere I've got a jello heart I'm not that mean!! Uhm ok. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW TWILIGHT????
jade realizes he's in love with you long before anyone else notices. the problem is that he does absolutely nothing about it. at first, you are simply interesting. refreshingly so, actually. most people at NRC are predictable once jade spends enough time observing them, but you continue surprising him in small ways that keep his attention lingering longer than intended. your reactions amuse him, your habits intrigue him, and perhaps most importantly, you're one of the few people who eventually stop treating him with nervous caution after getting to know him properly. instead of avoiding him, you grow comfortable around him. trusting. relaxed. jade finds himself enjoying that far more than he probably should.
still, he tells himself it's harmless. you're merely someone pleasant to spend time with. except eventually, he starts rearranging parts of his day around seeing you without consciously deciding to. walks through campus somehow lead toward places you frequent. conversations stretch longer than necessary because jade keeps finding excuses to continue them. when he discovers something interesting during his hikes or mushroom expeditions, his first thought becomes whether you would enjoy hearing about it too. and perhaps most dangerously of all, jade begins seeking your company even when there's no particular reason to do so. which is unusual, because jade enjoys solitude naturally. he doesn't require constant companionship the way floyd does. most social interactions are deliberate choices for him, carefully controlled and measured. but around you, things become instinctive in ways he cannot entirely explain.
"you seem rather attached to the prefect lately." jade glances calmly toward azul without missing a beat. "do i?" "yes." "how fascinating." azul narrows his eyes immediately because that tone usually means jade is hiding something. unfortunately for him, jade has no intention of elaborating.
the truth is that jade notices the shift in himself early enough to understand exactly what is happening. he simply chooses not to acknowledge the full implications at first because that would require confronting how deeply rooted these feelings have already become. and he dislikes losing control of himself emotionally, especially when it happens this quietly. because nothing dramatic announces his feelings for you. instead, they settle slowly into the spaces between ordinary moments. he starts memorizing your preferences unconsciously, noticing your moods before you verbalize them, adjusting his behavior subtly to make you more comfortable without drawing attention to it. one evening he catches himself preparing your favorite drink automatically before you even arrive at the lounge. that realization unsettles him more than he expects.
physical affection becomes particularly dangerous after that. jade is naturally composed, usually very aware of both his own actions and the reactions they provoke. but with you, small touches begin affecting him more than they should. if your hand brushes his while passing him something, his thoughts linger there afterward. if you lean against his shoulder during conversations, he becomes distractingly aware of your warmth for the rest of the evening. one time you absentmindedly fixed his tie while talking and jade had to spend several moments afterward reorganizing his thoughts because his brain temporarily stopped functioning correctly. it's deeply inconvenient. especially because you remain blissfully unaware of what you are doing to him.
"jade?" "yes?" you tilt your head slightly while studying him. "you've been smiling at me for like five minutes." "...have i?" "it’s kinda creepy." jade laughs softly while you stare at him with increasing suspicion.
honestly, floyd notices before anyone else does, mostly because jade starts choosing your company over his more often, which apparently counts as a catastrophic behavioral shift in floyd's eyes. "jade likes shrimpyyyy~" "floyd." "jade and shrimpy sittin' in a tree~" "floyd—" meanwhile azul looks moments away from developing a stress-induced migraine.
jade ignores all of them gracefully while internally acknowledging the deeply unfortunate truth. he has become attached to you in a way that feels dangerously permanent. that's the part he struggles with most because jade understands himself very well. he knows that once he truly values something, he becomes quietly possessive over it. protective. attentive. and somewhere along the line, your happiness started mattering to him instinctively. your exhaustion worries him. your laughter lingers pleasantly in his chest long after conversations end. when something upsets you, jade feels irritation curl sharply beneath his calm exterior before he can suppress it. worse still, he genuinely enjoys being someone you rely on.
the realization itself happens during one of your usual walks together. the two of you are wandering through a quiet forest trail while jade points out different plants with that soft conversational tone he only really uses around people he likes. eventually you trip slightly over an exposed tree root, and before you can fully steady yourself, your hand grabs onto his instinctively. simple. automatic. trusting. and jade freezes internally.
because your fingers remain curled loosely around his hand afterward without hesitation, entirely comfortable with him, entirely secure in the expectation that he will keep you steady. and suddenly everything clicks together with startling clarity. every instinct pulling him toward you, every unnecessary moment spent seeking your company, every small adjustment made unconsciously just to see you smile more easily around him.
he looks down briefly at your hand still resting in his before lifting his gaze back toward your face. meanwhile you continue talking completely unaware that his entire internal world has just shifted slightly off balance. and honestly, that may be the moment he truly realizes he's doomed.
Jade Leech isn’t a blanket hog normally. He doesn’t care if he’s covered by one or not, and prefers to avoid unnecessary heat.
His body, particularly his hands and feet, feels colder than most people’s. That’s never a concern to him, or anyone around him. Especially with socks and gloves that conceal that aspect of him.
It’s easy for him to fall asleep with the correct routine, and it’s also easy for him to stay awake. It’s infuriating to anyone that knows him. He can be the absolute worst pain in the neck, AND he can go to sleep relatively quickly.
Having a sleepover with him, as partners, throws everything out the window.
He always has a hand on the corner of your blanket. He doesn’t play tug-of-war with you. Both of you know there’s enough space to be comfortable together under it. But he insists that he’s positively freezing. He keeps an iron grip on that single corner, and when you relax, he yanks it. He mutters about how cruel you are, making a merman freeze on land.
You give up on fighting for the blanket, and his tune does a 180. Suddenly he’s accusing you of not wanting to cuddle with him. The blanket’s big enough for the two of you, and you want him to be alone under it..? How rude.
He sleeps however you want to. If you want to cuddle, that’s fine. If you want to be on different sides, that’s fine too. But his hands always find their way to you.
The blanket can’t protect you from his cold fingers on your back or waist. Squirming doesn’t do any favors either. It might make it even worse. You tell him to keep his frigid hands to himself. His foot finds you just to hear you shriek. Tell him to keep his hands AND feet to himself, then you’re safe.
He tells you he’ll be awake until you go to sleep. Jade Leech dozes off first, against his own will. In a peaceful discussion, he was listening to you talk about your day, and he’d keep asking questions about it. He loved hearing you talk about anything, even mundane topics.
His questions became more broad, less calculated and specific. You asked him if he was falling asleep. He murmured something incoherent (probably denying it).
And you were given the chance to admire him for the first time that night. He wasn’t so rage-inducing while sleeping.
This was longer, but Tumblr didn’t save the final draft. Oops
Hiii I was hoping I could request Jade Leech smut?
Jade is roughly fucking readers' ass and is just saying dirty stuff. The issue is we can't even understand him since we're too busy crying, seeing stars, babbling incoherent nonsense, etc. Of course, Jade can't help but tease poor lil reader about her situation.
🌑RAAAH he makes me think of the nastiest stuff i love him!!!
[22:31] You'd never thought that ‘seeing stars’ was actually possible, but Jade is doing his damnedest to make sure you know.
Even with adequate preparation, it still feels like too much all the time – it's too raw a feeling, too new, unfamiliar and you just can't get used to it.
Of course it happened at your behest, but with Jade's encouragement, but you've second-guessed the idea multiple times already since you started – not now though.
Now, all there is Jade’s voice as he teases and the feeling of his cock driving in and out of your ass, slow but firm. He's saying something, a slew of compliments mixed with some less than sweet words but no less tantalizing – when the sound of his voice stops you dimly realize he must've asked you a question, but your mouth is too busy with breathing and drooling to bother answering.
“Oh, poor thing,” he purrs, though he breathes just as heavily as you while keeping himself from fucking into you even harder, “too much? Can't think? It's alright, my love…”
He coos, pausing to pant as a shudder runs through his body as you clench around him in response, “I know how hard it is for a slut like you to think about– anything except cock. Isn't that right?”
He whispers it right by your ear, running his sharp teeth over the soft skin, and delighting in your shivering. All you give him is a high keen, back arching so it meets his smooth abdomen and chest – blessedly cool against your overheated skin.
He chuckles at your state, the one in which he likes you best – utterly lost to pleasure, so much so you can't even match the banter you so joyously tend to engage in. He's not ashamed to admit that an absurd amount of pride swells in his chest, as would any man’s.
Suddenly, or perhaps not but everything seems sudden in your state, his finger starts rubbing your clit at a tempo matching the movement of his hips and you didn't think you could get anymore gone but it turns out you can.
Your panting and whimpering turns to incoherent babbling and wordless moaning, hands clawing at the sheets in search of anything to keep you grounded in reality as you feel as if you'll float straight off the bed.
Pussy hopelessly empty, it pulses around nothing at all while you writhe beneath Jade’s relentless thrusting – wanting so badly to reach back and sink your nails into his skin, feeling the sweat that no doubt coats it by this point. But even holding yourself up has become far too momentous a task, so you've no hope of doing anything else.
The rhythm in his hips seems to change, stuttering as he feels himself getting closer and closer to his peak, while your moans grow louder and breathier. Jade grabs onto however much hair he can as you're jostled by his movements, before bringing his perpetually parted lips to your ear, “Poor thing, can't even say anything anymore? Not to worry, all you need to do now is cum. You can do that much, can't you?”
That delicious condescension is all you register and it makes you shiver in delight, back now arching away from him and against the bed, changing the angle so his cock hits even deeper and then there's no other thoughts – it feels so good and yet it's too much and that's all you know.
You cum with a cry that you only know is loud by the ache it leaves in your throat, for all you hear is ringing.
Consciousness returns and the ringing fades some time later – how much, you can't tell, but you're clean and Jade lies by your side, petting your hair and looking all too pleased with himself despite his disheveled appearance.
You give him a look that communicates that whatever he has to say, he should just say it and be done, though speaking is a bit of a challenge at the moment.
“Nothing, beloved. It's just– you seemed to be enjoying yourself very much. I'm almost upset it's over, for your sake, of course.”
Jade yelps around a good-natured chuckle as you smack him in response.
Breaking up with jade because I REALLY wanna see him crashout
﹢₊⊹ 𝜗𝜚 It is to the greatest pleasure and benefit of every victim, classmate, and stranger halfway across the world that Jade Leech has fallen single for the first time in many moons—he laments at your cruelty, spreading the seeds of his despair via the commandeered Magicam accounts of any and every poor soul in grabbing distance (including the official lounge account, which got reported for misconduct)
Today, the world has lost a brave warrior.
Today, you have taken 'you time' in town, explicitly banning the intervention of your family, friends, and boy-fish-friend.
Should you ever dump that slime sucker, it shall be regally hard, hot, and messy; but that day is not today, no matter how he insists.
*﹢₊ 𝜗𝜚 Alternatively in another universe, today is the day you dumped that cookie, and it wasn't even in the rain :( He took it on the chin like a good boy, helping to pack your shallowest necessities before promptly ousting you from his bedroom and crying into your balled-up band tee, all snotty n wet n needy for you,,
﹢₊⊹ Regardless, ExBoyfriend!Jade is a hair away from dark magic. He dreams of your hands wringing his neck, too love-drunk and magic-addled to control your deeper urges, leaving him breathless and helpless to oppose you—before he recognizes that, with enough prodding, (and a little bit of luck) you'll be knocking his lights out without need for him to lift a finger!!
Panting, he paints the cool morning air of his twin bed with inescapable heat. You are far too good to him—he's more than ready for the pain to come.
𝜗𝜚 ExBoyfriend!Jade Loathes to remember you just as he is destructive and moody at every moment that slips his mind. At one point, he's sat defeated in the school kitchen, unable to remember even your favourite foods; only the things he made you does he retain. Every grimace and smirk of reactivity, too, but nothing of you.
He corners Ruggie, and in the longest, most roundabout way possible he drags the answer out of your acquaintance before cursing the mutt for knowing more than him; he shivers to conceive that as his replacement.
.. And then wonders how he got to be so good about knowing things, knowing you, and jots down that he should be paying the pup more visits—just in case.
﹢₊⊹ -- And then Jade, From The Couch Arises weeks later; not quite in your good graces, but most definitely sick as a dog. Aggravated by how he ponders your 'preference' for beastmen. He's come to you hacking, starving, and half out of his mind—slumping over your shoulder once the front door was clear of his path, snivelling and pawing at your robe-clad shoulders. His every hiccup nearly screamed "I can't do it, I don't know how to get better!!", and you have famously a warm, squishy place deeeep down for poor, unfortunate things at your door.
He nuzzles your throw pillow, sucking in all the air possible with his congestion to breath you in (unknowing this is Grim's booster seat, and already sowing the promise of cat-meets-face acne) as he waits for your soup to finish simmering and for you to coddle him as he longs for.
