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merakiui · 1 year

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please please PLEASE write alpha stalker jade!!

only if you want to ofc it just sounds amazing <3

THANK YOU FOR ENABLING ME!!!

(cw: yandere, omegaverse/abo, stalking, nsfw, intoxication/alcohol, mention of breeding, reader is an omega but no pronouns are written, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, obsession, characters written as 18+)

Jade Leech encounters an angel on Halloween night.

Your forehead is lowered on crossed arms, the halo headband resting abandoned on a table crowded with plastic cups, shot glasses, and other forgotten items (someone's ID card, a ring of keys, tangled earphones...), and there are noises and scents all around you. From the music streaming in from the speakers in a volume so loud it reverberates through his entire body to the smells of various omega, beta, and alpha partygoers, everything seems to wrap itself around you in a thin shroud, nearly drowning out your own scent in all of the chaos. Nearly. Amidst all of these distractions, there's one that's unmistakably sweet. Overbearing and mind-numbing, it's almost candied, and Jade suspects it might be coming from you.

He wonders if you're just intoxicated or dead. Maybe even crossed. Possibly dead. Or maybe you just died and now your corpse is sitting slumped while the party goes on, couples pressing each other against the walls, friends daring one another to chug, chug, chug, and alphas dragging their latest hook-ups into spare rooms. He thinks of how grotesque the clean-up will be come the morning. How much filth will accumulate in your body as it stiffens and goes through the stages of rigor mortis. How horrified the hungover stragglers will be when they attempt to rouse you, only to find you've been dead for hours.

Is it bad luck to die on Halloween night? He's on the verge of wondering whether your restless soul will choose to haunt a house that almost always reeks of sex and alcohol when another disturbed thought pushes past everything else. If you died, would the Headmage cancel classes so that everyone could grieve (or in other words: sleep in and ignore responsibilities for a day)? That would be most beneficial. He's been wanting to set aside a day for a mountain hike.

But then your shoulders shift and you groan, a low, stifled sort of sound that has his ears pricking, and he realizes you're not dead. He won't get that mountain hike anytime soon. A pity. You're intoxicated, but not dead. And it's when he shakes you awake and you lift your head to face him with unfocused eyes, lips dry and quivering, that he learns you're not drugged. But you are in heat, which is arguably more dangerous than a high right now. He can tell with how prominent your scent's getting, and it encases him in a field of wildflowers and honey.

It’s not strong enough to disturb the entire party, but any nearby alpha might recognize that someone in this room has gone into heat. For once he’s grateful that the other scents clash with yours. It keeps his senses perfectly aligned, even through all of the chaos that surrounds him.

Jade's not sure why he bothers to attend these gatherings. It was Floyd who'd dragged him out of the comfort of his room, claiming that he'd spent too much time scribbling in his nature journals and that he ought to have a little fun. And, while he's at it, try his luck with the interesting people at this party. Jade had doubted him. Floyd usually thinks everything and everyone is fun, and he probably wouldn’t share Jade's negative view on omegas if he were to bring it up. He doesn't hate them. He just finds them...troublesome.

So to be stuck with one that's just gone into heat, with Floyd conveniently out of sight, he considers his options. He could leave you here, let some other unfortunate soul stumble upon you, and he can return to his dorm with a clear head. If you're lucky, they'll be a saint and they'll help you. If they're not, you might wake mated and claimed. That wouldn’t be so bad, right? He’s heard that all omegas beg for it in the throes of their heats. If anything, he’s doing you a favor.

But before he can come to a decision, a trio pop into his peripheral, individual expressions portraying concern, relief, and amusement. Jade has made it his mission to commit faces and names to memory, and their identities do not escape him. Jack Howl, Epel Felmier, and Ace Trappola—all first years who have made quite the names for themselves in recent months. Two of them—Ace and the other who’s currently absent from their little group—have gotten into trouble with the Headmage more times than you can count on your fingers.

Jade, who had once been bent to your height, rises as they approach, a disarming smile adorning his features. “I suspect you’ve been looking for your friend?”

Jack nods, his nose twitching. His features harden and his eyes flick from you, who has just lowered your head back onto the table, and then to Jade. “How long have you been with (Name)?”

So that’s your name. He was content to call you the Departed Angel…or something befitting your current predicament. The Dead Drunk sounds fun. He wonders what nicknames Floyd might come up with if he were here.

“Only a few minutes.” Though few is relative here. It’s probably been far more than a few. “You may have your (Name) back.”

Ace barks out a laugh. “I don’t suppose you want something in return for playing caretaker, huh?”

“You were supposed to be the caretaker, dumbass!” Epel interjects with a huff. “And where’s Deuce? He said he’d help out, too.”

“I only left to get a drink. Not my fault (Name) wandered.” Ace sticks his tongue out at Epel, who swings at him with a clenched first. Jade watches as Ace easily sidesteps the attempted attack, laughing down at Epel as the smaller of the two tries to reach up to wring his neck.

It’s Jack who draws his attention next. “Ignore them.” He crosses his arms over his broad chest. “Well, your help’s appreciated. Like Ace said, you probably want something, so just let me know and I’ll get it for you.”

A reward sounds nice, but these first years have nothing substantial and Jade’s not very interested in whatever prize they might scrounge up for him.

“That won’t be necessary.” He glances at you. “Although you should keep a closer eye on your friends, especially those who are prone to…biological inconveniences.”

Jack sniffs at him, hackles raising. Of course he’d be on high alert with another alpha in the vicinity of an omega in heat, especially if said omega is his close friend. Jade could feign offense if he really wanted to, mumble about how sad it is that Jack’s looking at him with accusatory eyes, but he’s overstayed his welcome. The last thing he needs is to be further tangled up in this mess, so he bows his head slightly, wishing the group a pleasant farewell, and steps into the throng of people. He can feel Jack’s stare on him the entire time he expertly weaves himself through to the front door.

And when he’s outside, where people linger, some passed out on the grass and others heading to cars, he thinks he can still smell you.

Jade’s not sure how he’s never met you. In the week that follows, he learns from Floyd (who had been quick to pick up on your scent once the both of them were home) that you’re almost always with those first years. He’s talked with you a few times, says you tell him the funniest things, says your smell is nice and tempting. Of course Floyd is acquainted with you. His brother is known by everyone, even if it’s for reasons that aren’t so pure. Jade tries to think back on whether Floyd’s brought you back to their dorm before. Probably not. He would have remembered your scent because it’s so cloying. In the short time he spent with you at that party, your scent had stayed with him for the remainder of his night, as if it had become a second skin.

It’s not an unpleasant scent. It’s floral enough to entice any alpha who might want a cute thing with an even cuter smell. But he can’t get over how it...sticks. Like blood on a mirror, like spat teeth on tile, like mud on carpet, your smell always clings like the most effective perfume. It’s annoyingly distracting and perfectly good at straying his thoughts when he’s trying to dwell on important matters.

Jade catches it as he’s leaving the classroom and he turns his head just in time to spot you as you walk alongside another student with dark hair. Deuce Spade, if his observation isn’t wrong. He goes through the list in his head as he lingers in the hall, fixing his eyes on his phone to look busy. Jack is an alpha, Epel is an omega, Ace is a beta, and Deuce is... Well, he thinks he’s an alpha. But he doesn’t exactly give off the tell-tale vibe most alphas have. With the way he’s smiling so sweetly at you, his cheeks colored pink, it doesn’t take a genius to theorize where his heart may lie. Either that, or he’s just always this enthusiastic when he’s with you. Jade highly doubts that second one.

He can understand the appeal of omegas. They’re weaker than alphas, they’re easier to breed, and they’re always so reliant when in heat. And when you stand beside Deuce, you look so much smaller than you actually are.

“I already told you my heat ended yesterday. You don’t have to guard me anymore,” you’re saying as the both of you pass him, an airy chuckle escaping your pretty lips. Neither of you pay him any mind. “Honestly, I thought it’d never end. They’re never pleasant to get through.”

Jade peers up from his screen just as Deuce opens the door for you.

“I know, I know. But... Well...” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “You can never be too careful. Plus, I feel really bad for losing you at the party. Just consider this part of my apology!”

“Thank you, my knight in shining armor,” you tease and he flusters. “I appreciate it.”

Jade stuffs his phone into his pocket and moves to follow the both of you through the door, smiling pleasantly when Deuce holds it for him as well. He walks slowly behind the both of you, looking as natural as the others filing in and out of the building, a sly chameleon against a neutral backdrop. You and Deuce walk down the stairs, still wrapped in conversation.

“R-Right! Well... J-Just so you know...” His voice softens into an anxious whisper as he forces the words out. “I... I wouldn’t mind helping you. J-Just to shorten the time, you know? I’ve heard lots of omegas do it, and we’re friends, so it really wouldn’t be anything weird unless I make it weird—” He cuts himself off with a cough, and Jade is so relieved. That was getting painful to listen to.

“Sure. I don’t see why not.” Your nonchalant answer has Deuce turning at once, his eyes blown wide in disbelief. Even Jade finds his curiosity growing. “I mean, it would really help me out. I have a lot of friends who’ve said it works. I think it’s worth a try.”

“I won’t let you down!” he exclaims and a few heads turn. Chuckling sheepishly, he lowers his voice. “You can count on me. I promise I’ll make it bearable for you.”

“I trust you.”

Deuce smiles again, this time not as shyly as before, and turns the corner with you. Jade intends to follow, but an arm wraps around his neck and he hunches as a familiar weight presses itself on his shoulders.

“I’m hungry.”

A halfhearted smile twists his lips up. Only Floyd could succeed in disturbing his people-watching when he least expects it. “What a coincidence. I was just on my way to the cafeteria. Shall we go together?”

Floyd grins and tugs Jade in the opposite direction. He supposes he’ll see you around. This campus may be large, but his curiosity is larger and it’s certain to lead him back to you one way or another.

And it does.

It’s been a month since that off-campus party and he surmises your next heat will be spent with that Heartslabyul first year. You’ll probably smell of him, but at least you won’t be at a stranger’s mercy. Somehow knowing that you have someone to rely on sparks an odd itch within Jade. It makes sense that you’d get help from your alpha friend. He’s offered and he seems trustworthy—a genuine guy with genuine feelings—but Jade can’t help wondering what difference it makes. Other than cutting the time and discomfort down, nothing truly changes.

If anything, you’ll probably end up breaking poor Deuce’s heart if he’s truly in it for more than simple ‘friends must help friends’ nonsense. This is another reason why Jade’s not fond of omegas. They’re a liability, extra baggage, a source of distraction. And yet Floyd seems to love them, especially you. He’s caught his brother striding after you when he’s in the mood to play and tease, and you’ll always entertain him with your usual smile. You’re always smiling, Jade’s realized, so much that he wonders if you can even replicate other emotions on that face of yours.

The next time he meets his Departed Angel it’s in the botanical gardens. You’re tending to some of your plants, each row filled with vibrant, healthy sprouts. You’re oblivious to the mismatched stare that’s pinned itself to your backside. Jade peers at you through tropical shrubbery, wide palms and leaves providing the perfect shield for him. He grips the watering can in tight hands as he observes you. He wonders what you might do if he grabbed you and pulled you into the plants, one hand on your waist and the other on your mouth. He wonders if you’d smell more like him if he scented you enough times to wash off Deuce. Maybe, just maybe, you might find his scent mixes well with yours. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll want him.

He pushes such foolish thoughts aside almost immediately. Since when have your desires mattered to him? Since when has he ever wanted you to notice him, to want him, to look his way? Since he started observing you when he’s given the chance. Since he started filling a spare nature notebook with snippets of information he’s gleaned from his observations. The humidity of the botanical gardens might be getting to his head, for there’s no way he’d ever covet an omega.

Your head turns at the sound of rustling and he melts into obscurity, no longer visible through the dense shrubbery. His gloved hand covers his mouth, hiding a growing smile.

This must be love, surely.

He’s never felt this intense love for another living thing before. Sure, he loves Floyd and his mother and father, but that’s a different kind of love. That sort of love can’t compare to the other love. It’s the other love that’s difficult. The love that seems to elude him. The love that’s never present when he tracks down debtors who owe Azul. The love that is remorseless when he’s bruised and bloodied his knuckles, when he straightens his disheveled appearance, and frowns at the unsightly images at his feet.

This emotion—this thing he’s certain is love—is just as sweet as your scent. And for once he’s pleased it sticks.

Like the meeting in the botanical gardens, Jade meets his angel in various places on school grounds. Leaving the Mystery Shop, walking to the cafeteria, eating amongst your friends, getting closer to Deuce, running laps around the track with Jack, cooking in the kitchen late at night with Epel, Ace, and Sebek, and getting closer to Deuce… Oh, that’s an issue. A recurring one at that—a monthly issue.

Jade has met you countless times. He’s even visited your bedside while you were stuck in a dream, perfectly unaware of the treasures he’s taken from your room. It’s nothing you won’t miss. Just some items that smell pleasantly of you. He’s never realized how addictive your scent is until he’s wrapped his hand around his cock, pressing the fabric of your underwear against his nose to keep your scent close. The effect you have on him is maddening. You have no idea what you do to him and all this time you’re busy using Deuce to deal with your heats. Deuce, of all students! When it should be Jade who helps you, who presses kisses to your warm skin, who takes such good care of you when your rationality leaves you and you become so omega-brained and compliant. So ready to be marked and bred.

He’d be so good to you. Jade’s never been with an omega before, but he knows what you like. He’s certain of this. He knows you’d want nothing more than to be filled to the brim with his cock, to be claimed by him, to be bonded with him for the rest of your life. He’d treat you so well. He’d kiss the tears from your eyes when you wail about how he’s too big, how it’s too much, how he needs to slow down. He’ll hold you close when he cums, pressing his hips against you and driving his cock so deep inside you so that you’ll be truly filled. And he knows you’ll take his knot so well! You were made to be his omega, after all. From the moment he saw you, you were his. It’s always been this way.

The next time Jade meets you it’s just outside your window. And this time you’re wrapped up in Deuce’s embrace. And this time he can feel something inside him breaking. The terrarium that is his heart is cracking and splintering, glass shards severing heartstrings. Not from heartbreak. Not from anger.

Envy is a fickle thing. He cannot fathom the fact that he’s envious of Deuce Spade. It should be he who holds you. It should be he who fucks you through your heats. It should be he who takes care of you in the aftermath with sweet cuddles.

The next time Jade meets his angel it’s the winter holiday.

“Can we bring shrimpy back with us? Pleaseee? Can we? Can we?!” Floyd’s hands are on your shoulders as he steers you towards the Hall of Mirrors, an eager glint in his eyes.

Jade can’t stop the chuckle that rises in his throat, nor does he filter the accompanying jest. “The Mostro Lounge could use a mascot. I’m sure Azul wouldn’t object.”

And with that you finally look at him. And your laugh is so lovely. And the amusement on your face is so real. And your scent is a daydream he doesn’t want to be roused from. And your unclaimed neck is a temptation he’s struggling to ignore.

He dines alongside his angel that day, and it’s a shame he didn’t choose to cook today’s meal. He could have used that opportunity to compromise your portion. But he’s a patient merman. He’s diligently kept track of your heat cycles. He knows it’ll only be a few days before you’re completely consumed by carnal instincts and desires. He’ll wait.

If Jade had any idea of what you’re like in the midst of your heat, it certainly wasn’t anything like this. You’ve surpassed the early stages of strayed focus, snuffed senses, needy whimpers and mewls, and have accumulated so much slick between your cute, plush thighs that he’s certain his cock will slip in with ease. Jade could smell you the minute he stood before your door, his fist rapping on it. He’s known what state you were in long before he came here and just as his notes read your heat has begun. He’d let you suffer the first few hours, to really make you desperate with cravings, and it seems to have worked, for your scent nearly topples him with its overwhelming sweetness and intensity.

Even he has to take a moment to regroup—to clear his head and focus on the prepackaged meal he’s brought you (a clever cover; he had no idea your heat’s upon you! What terrible timing…or something along those lines. He doubts the lie will matter when your brain is hazy and your body is begging for alpha dick). Your scent is so strong, so cloying, so sweet, so tempting… He almost crushes the container in his hands from the sheer force with which he holds it. He’s certain his eyes are blown wide, all pupil, and he knows that standing here will only be more torturous if he doesn’t do anything about the strain in his trousers or the stifled, heavy breaths that slip past his lips.

It was easy to get in through the front door. You’d left it unlocked. Surely you’re inviting him in. Surely you feel the same love he feels for you. But when he opens your bedroom door—and Great Seven is he just barely holding onto restraint—there’s confusion amidst the daze in your eyes.

“Where’s Deuce?” Your voice is so small and soft, thick with desire.

Jade smiles at you as he shrugs out of his jacket. “He’s entrusted me to take care of you in his absence.”

Your head falls back against your pillow and your skin looks like the perfect canvas. You mumble something about how you want Deuce and that irks Jade more than he would like to admit. But he forces another smile and climbs on top of you once he’s fully undressed, abandoning his clothes in a pile on the floor. He’s releasing his own scent, so strong it has you whimpering, grabbing at his forearms when they cage you in, your legs spreading on instinct. As expected of an omega, you’re responding to his own dominating scent so well. And this is just another observation, but he’s certain you’ve grown wetter.

Jade’s always wondered what it might feel like to kiss you, and when he slips two slender fingers inside your soaked hole and you grind down against his hand he finally captures your lips in a kiss that’s all tongue and saliva. You lick into his mouth desperately, whining against his lips with that pretty voice of yours, and he realizes this is so much better than any fantasy his mind could have conjured.

He kisses you all over. On your lips, on your shoulders and collarbones, teeth grazing your skin, his tongue running over your perky nipples. Your fingers tangle in his hair, keeping him close against your hole when he runs his tongue along it, and you shudder through an orgasm, gasping a fractured version of his name. He couldn’t be any happier to hear it.

“Have you ever been in love?”

He asks it because it’s the only thing grounding him right now, the only thing preventing him from fucking you senseless. This is a special moment, his first time with you, and he wants to wring as many sweet sounds from you as possible. He wants to tease you enough times so he’ll always remember how you looked and sounded.

Jade looks down at you through half-lidded eyes, a pleased smile crawling onto his face. He pulls your arm from off of your face—it’s no good if you’re hiding—and has you look at him. Your gaze slides down to the head of his cock as it presses into your hole, and you try to push down onto him, to force him inside your greedy walls, but he holds you back with ease, a single hand splayed over your hips to prevent you from moving any further. Your displeasured sigh has his dick twitching.

“Answer my question, sweetheart.”

“Yeah… Yes. Of course,” you babble, nodding, and he huffs an amused breath. “Please put it in. Need it so much… Please, Jade. Please.”

“I’m not so sure if I should.” He chuckles when you dig your nails into his back. It hardly hurts, but it’s cute. He wouldn’t mind it if you marked him in little scratches. “Someone’s awfully impatient…”

And just as he thought it slips in so naturally, as if you were meant to take him, as if he was your missing puzzle piece all along, and you arch your back, claw at his shoulders, wrap your legs around him to bring him closer. And through incoherent moans he’s certain he catches a breathless ‘I love you.’ Although maybe it’s his own voice confessing such saccharine phrases. He’s not sure as he fucks into you.

The room smells so thickly of both of your scents, his more overpowering, and it leaves you drunk on lustful instinct. Jade leans down to gather you in his arms, to hold you against him while he fucks you, and you kiss him again, sloppily and greedily, and he tastes you on his tongue. You shiver in his arms; he’s lost track of how many times you’ve climaxed.

He never realized just how much he’s wanted this, how much he’s craved and dreamed of this exact moment. You’re all his. He’s inside you. You’re kissing him. It’s his scent you’re drenched in. It’s his cock that’s filling you.

It’s his teeth peppering your skin, nearing your scent glands. You’re begging him to bite you. To mark you. To knot you and cum inside. You’re telling him you’ll give him lots of healthy children. You’ll be a good parent. You’ll do anything for him. And who is he to deny his sweet omega?

His teeth sink into your neck and you’re chanting his name in a weepy, blubbering tone. His terrarium heart rebuilds itself, each glass panel fitting against the others to form a stronger structure. He’s whole when he’s with you. He’s wrapped in love when he’s with you. And now he’s claimed you with a mark that cannot be undone.

Jade Leech encountered you on Halloween night, and today he’s taken his departed angel for himself.

#meraki thirsts #yandere twst #yandere jade leech #n/sfw #tw: abo #tw: omegaverse #he’s so gross and i love him dearly

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candidapple · 2 years

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Candid I HATE that u said this bc now I’m thinking about thigh riding 😒

And Jade would be the worst ugh. All the teasing? With the straightest face? Like he’s not hard as steel watching u dissolve into a mess grinding on his thigh smfh

cw adult content, implied monsterfucking. minors dni 🔞

jade leech x afab!reader

well now i'm thinking about it so i guess we'll just have to suffer together!! but, like, in his defense, he's only giving you what you wanted.

it's just -- the two of you are dating now, supposedly, but most of the time it hardly feels any different to the way things were before. his vice housewarden duties and his shifts at the mostro lounge keep his schedule packed to the -- sorry -- gills, and even when you do get a chance to spend some time alone together, more often than not his attention is divided between you and something else.

like when he's shuffling through thick sheaves of paperwork that probably have something or other to do with the lounge, though for all you know they could be plans to take over the world. you, meanwhile, are failing spectacularly at pretending to be absorbed in your own busywork while you fail even harder at not sneaking glances in jade's direction, biting your thumbnail when he absently tucks his long dark forelock behind his ear. which is just embarrassing, really.

though perhaps not quite as embarrassing as the noise you make when he tucks a hand around your waist, apropos of nothing, and hoists you neatly out of your chair and into his lap. over his thigh, specifically.

you feel more than hear him chuckle at your expense, the sound humming through your middle as he eases you back against his chest and brushes a hand down your front that settles itself on your belly, thumb smoothing over your waistband. now this is much better, isn't it? he murmurs, retrieving his pen and shifting in his seat so his thigh -- perhaps coincidentally, but almost certainly not -- presses flush against your crotch. you just looked so lonely sitting over there by yourself, and he does so hate to see you sad.

right. you're sure he's just being altruistic here, as he holds you in his lap like a spoiled pet while he works, fountain pen scratching across the page as he tenses his thigh and presses it up further between your legs, so your inseam bunches up tight and hard against your clit. you dig your nails into the sliver of bare wrist visible between his sleeve and the edge of his glove and determine to keep your hips still because you are not gonna give him the satisfaction of humping his leg while he mostly ignores you, but you're already squeezing his thigh between both of yours and bearing down, seeking more pressure.

and jade -- jade just keeps rifling through his paperwork, crossing out a word here and signing his name there, breath even and heart thumping steadily against your back. you'd think he wasn't aware of you at all if not for the slow but steady grind of his leg against your cunt, pulling your inseam taut as the fabric of his pants rustles softly against yours, his thumb stroking your belly as your abdominal muscles tense and jump like you've been shocked. you are rubbing yourself against him in earnest now, pride forgotten already, sweating in your school uniform and biting your lip to keep from whining aloud. it's not like you've never thought about getting off on just jade's leg before, not like you've never ridden a pillow and pretended the soft down was firm muscle. you'll be embarrassed about it later.

no, you are far too desperate to be embarrassed, and that whine you were holding so valiantly back finally slips free as something closer to a sob when jade puts down his pen, paperwork finished at last, and puts one hand on your hip to hold you effortlessly still while he flicks open your button fly with his thumb and forefinger. he eases your pants and your underwear down your hips and thighs and you lift up to kick them the rest of the way off, clinging to him when he turns you around to face him and settle you back down over his thigh, bare from the waist down.

well, you're bare from the waist down. jade's as buttoned up as ever, a slight smile on his lips as your toes curl and your thighs tense at the friction of his wool trousers dragging against your naked clit. you scoot further into his lap, pressing your thigh against his hard-on -- and oh, is he hard, though no one would ever know it from the cool and collected look on his face -- and start grinding your hips in tight circles that make your wet pussy squelch against his leg. you are making a mess all over him, staining the dark fabric of his pants darker, and later you will be embarrassed about that too.

right now, though, you are dissolving into a drooling, sobbing mess against his shoulder as he presses lightly on the small of your back and hitches up his leg to make it easier for you to ride him, ignoring your pleas for him to fuck you until he finally concedes just enough to hook your thighs up and around his waist so that you're no longer riding his leg but his cock through the stiff, straining fabric of his pants. you are one big wet ache of muscle and hormones, and when your clit catches against the hard seam of his zip the orgasm you've been fighting for tremors through your cunt and makes you gush all over jade's already-soiled pants.

jade seems entirely unbothered by this, cuddling you close and kissing your sweaty cheek. perhaps next time you'll venture to ask for his attention rather than suffer in silence?

not, he amends, stroking his thumb down your overworked clit and flashing his teeth in a pleased smile when you hiss, that he especially minds watching you squirm.

#jade leech x reader #twst x reader #!candid replies #!candid thirsts

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noahmimm · 6 months

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I'm six 10-pulls in and no birthday eels. Help. The drought is real.

#twisted wonderland #floyd leech #jade leech #disney twisted wonderland #twst #blease #boys come home #I'm dying of thirst in this drought 🥵

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ritcchamadayo · 1 year

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So I heard the lines for jp 3rd magic were out and i feel the need to thirst for 🐬 in here (alongside its translations)

Don't open if you don't wanna see me thirsting

"It seems like you need to be chastised."

C..chastised... 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣 S-sir.....

"Even though I was so kind as to give you an advice.."

HE SOUNDS SO DEJECTED AND POUTY HUEHFUSHDJS I KNOW HES FAKING IT BUT IM FALLING FOR IT ANYWAY

"Don't be afraid, heh heh..."

SIR THIS IS THE SEXIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE

"Dissolve into the foam of the sea!"

I am MELTING i am DISSOLVING i am GONE I AM-

#jade leech #jade leech thirst HEHWAHHSHA #✨ritcchama's crazy simpery

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yuri-is-online · 1 year

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Shades of You (Jade Leech x Reader)

a/n: They/Them pronouns used, Yu is a crafty bitch in more ways than one, references/spoilers (kind of) for Jade's birthday boy card. Events are implied to take place over winter break, but the events of ch. 4 aren't mentioned

warnings: typical Jade behavior, established flirtationship, mutual pining, mutual mild thirst

Jade was rather fond of simple looking things. The more understated an object the more challenging it is to create, and the more curious its purpose. The journal was just one of many such objects Jade owned, its sleek gray cover certainly fit with the overall aesthetic of the other things he owned. A neatly woven cord made of purple and periwinkle thread wrapped around the book keeping it closed, and if you looked especially closely at the lower right hand corner you would see a set of initials, J.L., nestled neatly next to a date. It was clearly meant to match the aesthetics of his dormitory, not that you actually needed to examine or speculate to know any of this. You had been the one who made it.

“I’m surprised you’re actually using this.” you say, trying your best to hide the embarrassment as you innocently pick up the journal from its place on Jade’s desk.

“Oh? Who said I was?” Jade playfully teases as he gently, but firmly grasps your wrist to prevent you from actually opening the book. Not that you intended to, you weren’t stupid, but seeing him be so defensive over it did make you a bit curious.

“You.” his smile gets wider and his grip on your wrist firmer. He forcefully pulls your hand and the journal into his chest, moving his larger one to cover yours as he purposefully deepens his voice.

“Careful prefect, you never know what sort of things lurk in the depths of Octavinelle.” You laugh to cover how flustered he’s making you and quickly pull yourself (and your hand) back to your homework.

“Dude your birthday was a week ago, just how much dirt have you crammed into that thing already?” Jade just gives you a toothy smile as he tucks his gift just out of your reach on his side of the desk and you huff. And if you spend the rest of the night sneaking glances at him under the guise of making a swipe at the journal, well you keep that to yourself.

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There hadn’t actually been anything in the journal when Jade decided to play keep away with you. He hadn’t decided on what he wanted to use it for yet, an unfamiliar sensation but not unwelcome. Jade had never really understood what his human classmates had meant about not wanting to “ruin” a particularly nice or unique looking set of stationary, but he certainly did now. As much as he liked it when things did not go to plan, Jade had very little patience for his own imperfections. He knew it was foolish to expect himself to make flawless field sketches when he had only just started, but he couldn’t bring himself to deface the little journal with his practice, even if that’s exactly why you had made the journal for him. Which was precisely the problem; you had made him a gift, and while he wasn’t naive enough to think you meant anything… specific by it, he still felt deeply flattered. Handmade gifts are especially treasured by merfolk, meant to serve as a way to display one's talents and finer points when pursuing a mate. Not that he thinks he’s being courted, Vil had also given him a handmade gift and you had given some socks you’d made to Floyd, something that made him a lot more jealous than he wanted to admit. Still, you had seemed very… flattered by the thought of him actually using the journal. Maybe just as flattered as he was to receive it, and just like that he finally lands on something he does find acceptable to practice drawing in the journal.

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“‘M sorry in advance for not talking much.” you focus extra hard on not dropping the ghost camera while double checking your photography equipment. “I’m excited about the hike, promise, Grim just was talking in his sleep last night and it kept me up.”

“I’m simply pleased you could join me on such short notice, prefect.” You shrug your pack up onto your back and nod, but Jade does not move to set out immediately, he just stares down at you. Odd, you know he’s not exactly a morning person but he can at least function properly if he needs to. Before you can ask what’s wrong he reaches for one of your straps, pausing just before he actually touches it.

“May I?” You nod, wide awake now but not trusting your voice. Part of you wonders vaguely if he knows the effect he has on you, if he’s doing this on purpose, or if this all just a coincidence and there really is a problem with how you set up your pack. You know what he’d say if you asked him, his eyes are practically sparkling with mischief silently daring you to ask. Well too bad, you are not going to take the bait. Yet. The day’s still early and you agreed to spend practically all of it with him so you’re sure he’ll make another pass at… whatever this is again at some point. He pats your shoulder before he withdraws, beckoning you to follow him into the mountains. If he notices any sign of fluster as you chase after his touch it doesn’t show on his face.

Jade had invited you to check out the Mountain Lover’s Club on multiple occasions. He invited pretty much everyone who showed mild interest in it, something that just made people even more suspicious of him than they already were. Sure, Jade was widely considered to be the less scary twin, but he was still a Leech, and, perhaps more importantly, still the Vice-Warden of Octavinelle. Taking him at face value was, to be blunt, stupid. Something you liked to think you werent, but you know this habit of joining Jade on his hikes doesn’t help your case. There were a hundred little places you spotted on your way up to this new location alone that he could ditch your body in the woods and make a very convincing case for why it was definitely an accident. But you couldn’t see a reason for him to do that, and if there was one thing you were very confident that you knew for a fact about Jade, it was that he never did anything that wouldn’t benefit him or his dorm in some way.

That and you really did like hiking. The woods aren’t going to ask you why you’re here, they just exist secure in their own beauty. If you have to pal around with one of the sketchiest guys on campus to find some peace and serenity then no one should be allowed to judge you for it.

“Ah here we are.” the two of you stop in front of a truly massive rock formation, you’re pretty sure it would even tower over Malleus, that forms a sort of natural shelter at the center of a steep valley. It’s breathtaking, your hands immediately move to the ghost camera for an overlooking shot; Jade watches, patiently waiting for you to finish before helping you down.

“Do you mind if I sketch a bit before foraging?’’ You barely register his question, already fishing around for the best lighting.

“Hm? Oh no, take your time.” Jade heaves himself up onto the top of the rocks and you definitely do not pause to admire the way his jacket rides up just enough to show you his toned stomach. No no, the only thing you’re pausing to peep at is a familiar little gray book. “Oh so you are using your gift to doodle,” you laugh “here I thought you were collecting blackmail.”

“Only on you.” Jade responds with a conspiratorial grin that would send anyone else running for the hills. It really is such a shame you’re already there.

“Really rude of you to not invite me out here sooner.” you make a point to exaggerate your pout and get the amused reaction you were looking for. “It’s going to start snowing soon, and where will I be then? Trapped inside Ramshackle devoid of weird plants to photograph.”

“You are more than welcome to come visit Monstro Lounge if you feel so deprived.”

“No thanks, I have enough pictures of Floyd to fill two albums.” you snort and Jade pauses his sketching for a brief moment.

“All the more reason to visit.” Any amusement from earlier is gone and you try to avoid breaking into a cold sweat; his voice is pure ice. “I’m sure you’ll find something to expand your portfolio.”

“W-what about you then?” you nervously laugh. “I mean it’s got to suck to start making sketches and not being able to go out in the field anymore.”

“It does,” he’s back to being pointlessly dramatic for his own amusement thank god, “I was hoping to get in some more practice and produce something passable.”

“I’m sure they look fine.” and while you do genuinely mean that you can’t help but roll your eyes. “If you’re really that concerned you can always download some pictures from my magicam to use as references.”

“Oh? Are you sure that’s an offer you want to make, prefect?”

“Not when you word it like that, but I won’t take it back.” Jade laughs, out loud this time, and you again remind yourself that despite what other people might say you are a perfectly reasonable and intelligent person even though you aren’t currently sprinting for safety.

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Despite your teasing complaints, Jade did manage to find a way to get you both back into the woods a few more times before the snows properly set in. And against your better judgment you do find yourself hanging around the Lounge more, you tell Ace and Deuce it’s just to take pictures of the aquariums but you know Ace at least doesn’t believe you. Deuce just likes seeing the pictures of the fish.

“You’re right those two really do look like they’re up to something.” he mutters and you nod vigorously.

“Sketchy bastards, look how fat they are. I bet they’re hoarding food.”

The gray journal keeps making appearances too, and you know you should just be grateful that he’s this fond of your gift but it’s starting to get weird. Almost like he is trying to bait you into asking what he’s drawing in there. Like now while you’re showing Deuce the fat bass in the Octavinelle tank, you feel his gaze on you but it’s gone by the time you get around to looking up at him he’s back to focusing on the notebook in front of him and you sigh. “I really never should have made him that book.”

“Nah giving it to him was fine.” snorts Ace. “Hanging around him was the mistake. Seriously, what do you think he’s looking at?”

“Deuce and I?” really what else could he be looking at, if looks could kill you would be six feet under Ace’s disappointment right now.

“Well you’re half right I guess.” he says, shaking his head. “Just- try not to be too stupid while we’re gone right?”

“Yeah that’s not gonna happen.” Grim snorts. “My henchman’s taste in men is as bad as Deuce’s grades.” You and Ace both start sputtering for different reasons, while at a table across the cafeteria Azul looks at Jade with an equal level of disappointment.

“Just what are you smiling about?”

“Oh nothing in particular.”

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Azul doesn’t exactly keep the lounge open over winter, but the dormitory’s student lounge is still in working order and much comfier than Ramshackle's dusty couches. You had intended to spend the first few days of winter break being boring and forcing Grim to do his homework, but the little rat was having absolutely none of that and had, surprisingly, formed an uneasy alliance with Floyd. The second you looked away from your little buddy he’d dashed to seven knew where. You weren’t actually as familiar with the depths of Octavinelle as certain friends of yours assumed you were. Jade had offered you assistance in locating your charge, but he wasn’t exactly being helpful. On purpose you assumed.

“If you are that determined to do away with your schoolwork you can always stay here with me.” His smiles are always sardonic, but this one has a special sort of edge to it that screams he has something planned. “No need to go chasing rats.” For you or his twin, you wonder with a nervous laugh as you fiddle with your backpack.

“It’s not really me I’m worried about. Grim always puts things off till the last minute and as his dorm prefect I really should be trying to teach him some responsibility-”

“I’m sure he’s learning a lot about making responsible choices from Floyd.” The look you give Jade is less than enthused, and the sniffle he responds with is less than real but it distracts you just enough that you don’t realize he’s been steering you towards his and Floyd’s shared bedroom. “Please prefect, it hurts to see you so distressed, I feel like a failure of a host. Why not take a brief break, I’ll make us some tea.”

“How very generous of Mr. Leech.” you say in complete monotone. “I’m so grateful.”

“I prefer benevolent.” he says miraculously cured of all distress as he opens the door to his room and waves you inside. He saunters off and you carefully make your way over to Jade’s side of the room, dodging Floyd’s dirty laundry and trash not wanting to be accused of “stealing” a three month old chip wrapper and charged “compensation.” The pale blue light of the magical ocean casts a dreamy glow over the room, but you wouldn’t call it cozy, especially since this is the first time you’ve been allowed anywhere in Octavinelle alone. That answers your question from earlier you guess, Jade was messing with you today. And then that’s when you see it, sitting on the exact same side of the desk it had been around a month ago just after you gave it to him Back when you accused him of collecting blackmail.

It’s bait. It has to be bait, there’s no way Jade would ever leave the journal out for you to look at unless he was wanting you to see it. Probably so he can snatch it out of your hands just as you get a glance of something scandalous so he can gaslight you into thinking you were the worse person. Why exactly did you like this guy again? Maybe Grim was right and you really were hopeless. You stare at it. Glare at it.

And snatch it up without another second 's hesitation. You made the damn thing, if it were a child you would be entitled to partial custody right? And just as you are cursing at yourself for that atrocious analogy your thought process stops dead in your tracks when you see what’s inside.

The pages were covered in sketches of you. Taking photos of the rocks, waiting tables at the lounge, numerous studies of your face at all angles with all manner of expressions. You recognize some of the poses he’s placed you in as pictures you’d posted to magicam, there’s even one where you know you’d been cuddling Grim but Jade’s neglected to keep him in the picture. There are scribbled notes next to sketches, silly things really just serve to bury you deeper into your embarrassment. A note on your favorite color, a movie you posted about hating, lists of teas and comments you made about their taste, the good ones highlighted and the bad crossed out, hikes he wanted to take you on and on the most recent page-

“Oh? Now what have we here?” Jade’s arm loops around your waist, hand gently tipping up your head to look at him. “We’ve been over this little prefect, you need to be careful. Dangerous things lurk in the depths of Octavinelle.”

“Yeah I’m looking at him.” you huff, there really is no hiding your embarrassment so you resign to relaxing into his arms, and you can see him puffing up with pride at your attention. His hand moves to gently cup your cheek and you press a small kiss to his palm. “You really suck you know that right? I could charge you for stuff like this.”

“And what is your asking rate, little shrimp?” he whispers into your ear. “I do seem to recall you giving me verbal permission, but I seem to have neglected to get that in writing. How careless of me.”

“You could start by actually kissing me.” And he laughs, actually fully laughs, breathless and filled with a genuine delight that warms your whole body to the tip of your toes.

“Well now, if you insist.” he presses his first kiss to your head before he gently, slowly, turns you to face him. “I do hope you’re prepared to collect my debt in full.”

#twisted wonderland x reader #jade leech x reader #jade leech #twst x reader #jade leech x yuu #jade leech x mc #jade leech x y/n

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hisui-dreamer · 1 year

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embers of love's flames

Pairing: Jade Leech x gn!reader

Synopsis: His love burned for you, but you never wavered in yours.

Tags: fluff, slight yandere jade, reader has hair, bot proofread

Word count: 784

Notes: jade brainrot overtook me during shower thoughts ahaha. This fic was largely inspired by Shinunoga E-Wa by Fujii Kaze (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

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The dark room flickered to life as candlelight danced across the walls, casting a warm and golden glow that seemed to defy the darkness. It was a sanctuary of shadows and light, where time seemed to stand still, and the outside world faded into insignificance. Jade was lying in the cocoon of your duvet, with you sound asleep in his arms.

He was in love, completely and irrevocably.

The mere thought of being without you was like a starless night, a vast expanse of darkness stretching endlessly. It was as if the sun had vanished from the sky, leaving behind a void that chilled him to the bone. Your warmth against his skin was his lifeline, a flame that kept him alive in the midst of the cold and desolation.

The once emotionless and methodical thinker was consumed by an overwhelming love that he was powerless to resist. He could do nothing but yield to this love, to devote himself entirely to you, body, mind and soul.

Your presence was a symphony of sensations, a melody that played in his heart with each beat. The touch of your skin against his reminded him of the fireworks he watched when he snuck to the surface, magnificent flowers of flames igniting sparks of longing and desire that set his soul ablaze. Your soft breathing was a lullaby that soothed his restless soul, a rhythm that lulled him into a sense of peace and contentment.

Your absence left an ache in his chest that was intolerable, and he couldn't imagine his life without them. He found himself willing to sacrifice anything and everything for your love; he would be willing to give up all of his meals of the day just to never be apart from you again. Indeed, the hunger would gnaw at his stomach, but he believed you would be nothing compared to the hunger he felt for you. Your love had become a hunger that consumed him, a thirst that could only be quenched by your presence.

Like a wildfire, burning passionately and uncontrollably, it devoured everything in its path as his heart engulfed in flames of ardent desire. It was as if you were the only source of warmth, and he would fiercely guard this fire, never letting it dim or falter, and would do anything to keep it burning forever.

He couldn’t help but become possessive over you, unable to the thought of anyone else coming between you and him, of anyone else laying claim to the heart that he held so dearly. He yearned to always be near you, to have your undivided attention, and to ensure that you were exclusively his. His love was a tightly wound rope that wouldn't let go, constantly pulling and tugging. Perhaps it was his predatory instincts, but he couldn't help but hold on to you with a vice-like grip, afraid that if he let you loose for even a second you might slip away from his grasp and never return. He craved to wrap you in his embrace forever, to keep you close to him, and to make you feel loved and cherished every single second.

“Mmmh…” you mumbled in your sleep as you reached out for him, breaking him out of his train of thought.

He sighed fondly, lifting his hand out of the warm blanket to brush your hair out of your face. Despite all his faults, you never feared him, not even at his worst. Instead of dread, you embraced his quirks, his possessiveness, his violent tendencies, his obsession with mushrooms, all as a part of who he was. You didn't shy away from his intense love, but rather reciprocated it with equal fervour, revelling in the depth of your connection.

Gazing at your sleeping form, he was filled with a sense of awe and wonder. How could he have been so fortunate to have you in his life? You had become his all, and he would cherish and adore you with all his everything, for you had captured his soul in a love that was both profound and irreplaceable. The thought of being without you was unbearable, like a world without light, a symphony without harmony, a life without meaning.

“Goodnight, my love,” he whispered, before pressing his lips against your forehead with a feather-light touch, savouring the moment as if it were a fragile, precious jewel. “I wish you the sweetest dreams.”

He was willing to change, to be better, and to show you the love and care you deserved. He wanted to be the one who would give you the most everlasting love of all, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen.

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#twstnexus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland jade #twisted wonderland jade leech #jade leech #jade leech x reader

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idiasdiscordkitten · 1 year

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for vampire requests, can i request maybe vampire leona, floyd, and jade realizing the reader is like really weak or on the brink of death from all of the blood they’ve been sucking outta them? thank you!

the angst potential... wow! yes, of course! i will be giving this a romantic spin, if that’s okay with you!

leona, jade, and floyd as vampires realizing they've gone too far with the prefect

Leona Kingscholar

💛 leona loves the taste of your blood. not just that, but the noises you make when he bites you. indulging in his instincts is something he really, really enjoys

💛 he usually doesn’t take too much--or, at least, he doesn’t think so. he respects you, so if you tell him “that’s enough” or yank his hair a little, he’ll stop. you’ve not been saying it as soon as you usually would, though, so leona just totally loses himself in your blood

💛 if you’re super pale, having a hard time standing up, collapsing/fainting... the guilt he feels is overwhelming. he’ll get angry at you for not saying anything to him about how you were feeling, and he doesn’t understand why you’d let it get to this point. if you tell him “i just don’t want you to suffer from thirst” ... his heart aches

💛 leona will carry you princess-style and bring you to the infirmary, demanding that you get top priority treatment. he’ll also tell you that he’s never biting you again. while he honors these words for a good while, it won’t be long before he succumbs to your charms and scent once again

Jade Leech

💜 jade is extremely careful with you. the first time he drank your blood, he knew you were dangerous. blood like yours is special; it could be something addictive. besides, he enjoys the thrill of the hunt, and the last thing he wants to do is cause harm to you

💜 his assessment of you was correct, though: your blood is addictive, and lately, he’s been having intense cravings for you, specifically. part of it comes from your delectable taste, but another part comes from his general attraction to you

💜 he’s extremely concerned seeing you in this state, especially knowing that he is solely to blame. jade’s not only concerned for you, but for himself; if he’s unable to control himself around you, that means he’s slipping, and he won’t be able to keep up this “normal” façade forever

💜 jade will look after you and do what he can to nurse you back to health on his own. he may request help from azul, who has plenty of connections, but will avoid involving the school so that his true nature can remain secret. he’ll ask you if you’d like to be turned, too, so that the two of you can avoid this in the future

Floyd Leech

💜 floyd doesn’t get serious very often, but when he does, you know it’s bad

💜 he’s very casual with his bites. if he feels like drinking your blood, he’ll do it, plain and simple. floyd only ever uses the lightest possible pressure with you when he bites--if he wants to be rougher, he’ll ask first, just because he doesn’t want to actually kill you. so because of that, it’s not any huge deal to you

💜 at least, it wasn’t a huge deal. but now, seeing you like this... floyd actually feels scared. seeing you look practically dead terrifies him. like, this wasn’t what he was going for, ever. if he loses you, everything’s going to be so boring again. he can’t let that happen

💜 he’ll get right up in your face and ask if you wanna get turned and be a vampire with him, saying that it’s more fun anyways. if you accept, he’ll happily turn you right then and there. if you deny him, he’ll be irritated and not understand why. he’ll end up calling for help, though, and the two of you will have a long conversation about what needs to happen so you can be around one another safely. because neither of you want to be apart, ever

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #leona #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar headcanons #jade #jade leech #jade leech headcanons #floyd #floyd leech #floyd leech headcanons

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nrccookingclubofficial · 1 month

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✧ Welcome to Night Raven College’s Unofficial Official Cooking Club*!

*NRC does not have an official cooking club, we are not technically affiliated with the school. Crowley please do not shut us down we like hanging out in the cafeteria

✧ Intro and rules

We’re a couple of kids that hang out in the cafeteria during club time! Despite our petitions, Headmaster Crowley has refused to let us make our club official (despite both Jade Leech and Malleus Draconia having one person clubs 😒). Feel free to chat with us about food! (One day we’ll make this a real club)

1. No racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, etc here! We’re trying to keep this place friendly and inclusive!

2. Please respect other’s anonymity! We don’t exactly handle sensitive information, but it can help others feel comfy!

3. Azul please DNI we are not interested in making deals or working in customer service hell, thank you

4. If you see 🍋 mod thirsting, no you didn’t.

5. NSFW asks are only ok if they’re funny (idk why you would talk to a cooking club about NSFW though)

Mods are 🍋 and 🍊

#night raven college #twst nrc #twst #twisted wonderland #unreality #nrc cooking club #[mod: 🍋]#[mod: 🍊]

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dearestones · 9 months

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Fairy Rings and Sharp Teeth (Jade Leech and Reader)

Warnings: N/A.

Anonymous Request: Ouuughhhh. I'm absolutely in love with that Jade Leech piece you wrote! Could I request him and "Do you even hear yourself?" (But I totally understand if you want to write someone else, please feel free to do so if you want💜💜) Romantic or platonic, I'd love it either way💜 (But it would be nice if it didn't end on a too sour note, hehe.) Thank you, Devin! And congratulations on the follower count!

It’s not often that you visit the Botanical Gardens outside of school hours. While it was a beautiful space that boasted a variety of plants from various regions of the world, you had no reason to visit outside of potionology lesson plans. Furthermore, after your first run in with the lion prince from Savanaclaw, you were keen on not repeating such an interaction lest he actually decide to put you in your place via physical means. (You also did not want to discount the fact that there were probably other delinquents who fooled around in the gardens and lay in wait for unsuspecting prey).

However, it was by the very nature of the school that you were called to do things that you were not assigned or expected to complete. It was unfortunate, but your fellow first year, Ace from Heartslabyul had fallen sick and had asked you to check on his project in the gardens. Like you, and the rest of the first years, he had been tasked to cultivate a specific plant to provide supplies for future potionology lessons. Had it been something not as important or needing a keen eye for detail, he would have asked Deuce or Grim to cover his bases, but this specific bloom needed daily recording for any changes—both significant and trivial. If his plant died due to negligence, he would have to start over.

And starting over meant that you would incur the ire of one Professor Crewel.

It was due to good fortune and luck that Ace was good friends with you.

Moved by his explanation and the fact that he was still bedridden in the infirmary, you accepted. How could you not? His illness rendered him bedridden and both his face and neck were shiny and tacky with sweat. If you didn’t lean in close enough, you would not have heard his request. With a voice as raspy as an old man thirsting for water and with a fever that was indescribably high, it would have been seen as cruel to refuse.

As you stepped into the temperate areas of the Botanical Gardens, you relished in the scent of pine, beech, and poplar that filled your nose. It was like stepping into a new world—a microcosm enclosed in a space that was strictly controlled by both the fairies and the gardeners stationed within this small world.

A few yards away from where you stood, you spotted a separate plot that had been tilled and was brimming with the fruits of your classmates’ labors. First, before you went to check on Ace’s project—a magnificent bloom that was native to the Queendom of Roses—you decided to make sure that yours was still alive and well. Yours was also a flower from the Queendom, albeit from a different region and was expected to elicit different magical properties once it was brewed into its appropriate potion.

After observing the dark green stem and the corresponding leaves, you pulled out a reference from your backpack, your fingers quickly flipping through the yellowing pages. According to the aged text, your plant would start producing buds within a few more days. If well tended, the flowers would become voluminous and rose-like in shape, but the colors would sparkle and glow once underneath direct moonlight. After noting your observations into your notebook, you headed towards Ace’s plant.

To your relief, his assigned project was not worse for wear. Slightly dehydrated if the light yellowing and coarse dirt underneath was any indication, but nothing a little water couldn’t fix. After writing down your observations on a separate sheet of paper so that Ace could copy it down later, you visited a nearby shed where the supplies were and grabbed a watering can.

After watering the plants with the prescribed amount that was mentioned in your textbook, you began to head out of the gardens.

Guided by your past interactions with the Savanaclaw Housewarden, you made sure to not be too enraptured by the wondrous sights of flowers blooming brilliantly when a certain amount of sunlight hit their petals or becoming slightly awed when you recognized some plants from your home world. Most of the greenery was meant to simulate real world environments (a plaque at the very front of the temperate zone of the Botanical Gardens revealed that it was supposed to be based one of the provinces in the Land of Pyroxene), so you weren’t all too surprised when you came across a patch of grass that looked relatively tame and boring if it were not for the patch of mushrooms decorating the middle of it.

The mushrooms themselves bore dark red caps that were speckled with white spots. Meanwhile, their off-white stalks were short and squat but proudly stood tall in formation. Had you a pair of gloves, perhaps you would have peeked underneath their caps to see what color were their gills. However, you weren’t too keen on landing yourself on a neighboring bed next to Ace. You had risked your life many times during Overblots, but you drew the line at benign looking foliage.

What stood out to you about these mushrooms was that they stood in a near perfect circle; the diameter at least three feet.

You smiled to yourself and approached.

If you remembered correctly, the circle of mushrooms was called a fairy ring. A quick flip through your first year textbook revealed that fairy rings were mentioned within the index, but some examples of the phenomena actually had latent magical energy. Most of the warnings attributed to the fairy circles stated that it was best to leave them well alone and that it was strictly forbidden to step within the circle. Satisfied after satiating your curiosity, you took a photo with your ghost camera, fully capturing the scene.

“Lovely, aren’t they?”

You yelped, the sudden sound of someone asking you a question startling you. If it were not for the fact that the camera had a strap that hung loosely around your neck, you would have thrown the magical artifact at the speaker.

Jade, having probably noted your reaction, merely smiled that benign smile of his before walking towards you, his stride efficient and quick.

“Er, hi?” A little hesitant at his approach, you had to will yourself to not back away. Really, your initial reaction was born out of inborn instinct and not because you still had negative memories of Azul’s Overblot and the events preceding it. (The thought that Azul was still plotting revenge never quite left you, though). Knowing that, you didn’t want to expose weakness easily—you were all too aware that his sharp teeth weren’t just for show, he was still technically a predator. “What brings you here, Jade?”

He gestured at the fairy ring behind you, the cool smile he usually employed melting into something more… genuine. It was not an abrupt shift—it was like watching an ice cube melt in lukewarm water—but it was jarring all the same to see him so happy.

“I have yet to see a naturally occurring fairy ring during my hikes in the mountains.” He shook his head, a mournful show that could have moved you to tears had you been a little more foolish and susceptible to his tricks. “I’ve only just recently started studying this particular ring after one of the gardeners alerted me to its appearance. Had I known that the conditions here can lead to the unpredictable fruiting, I would have begun searching for rings such as this much, much earlier.”

You blinked in confusion. Normally, Jade wasn’t this forthcoming. “You like fairy circles?”

An amused smile graced his face as he shook his head at your question. “Not necessarily, but finding one within the school grounds is a boon that I endeavor to cultivate for my own needs.” You wanted to ask what he meant by that, but then you remembered that this was Jade Leech and it was better to not know. “What I find most fascinating about the surface is the various forms of flora and fauna, but most of all, fungi.”

Had you looked away at the wrong moment, you would have missed the yearning gaze in his mismatched eyes as he studied the mushroom. Honestly, it was almost as if he was seeing something cute and worthy of his time—a feat that you had to see elicited by anyone or anything else. It stunned you to see such a soft look in his eyes, but you refrained from speaking.

Huh.

You had no idea that Jade had interests outside of working as Azul’s Vice Housewarden or as a staff member for the Mostro Lounge. It was strange to see him speaking so openly about something that he clearly held close to his heart. The candid nature of both his tone of voice and even his body language (usually so reserved and tight, had become almost loose and relaxed like his brother’s mannerisms) had the unintended effect of soothing you as well.

For the first time since your very first meeting, you actually wanted to spend time with the Octavinelle student.

Imagine that! You, a small and very vulnerable human, actively wanted to hear more about mushrooms and fungi even though you weren’t exactly knowledgeable about mycology.

And it wasn’t like you were doing this to get in Crewel’s good graces either. Being average in a class meant for students who actually had magic and the means to brew potions daily was more than enough for you.

Perhaps it was because seeing Jade’s lowered guard (or a seemingly convincing facade) felt like an invitation. It wasn’t often that you spoke or hung out with the upperclassman… And it wasn’t like he was actively trying to recruit you into working for Azul without pay or even swindling you into a contract.

Did you even hear yourself?

You had either accidentally inhaled too many fungal spores or maybe Ace’s plant project had the unintended effect of causing hallucinations. Despite that, however, you found yourself setting your bag upon the patch of grass near the fairy ring (you were careful as to not accidentally disturb any of them) before patting at the spot next to you. At the confused expression on Jade’s face (you thought maybe he was faking it, but you still smiled at him in anticipation), you gestured for his presence once more.

“Can you tell me more? Professor Crewel says that we’ll focus more on fungi next semester, but it never hurts to be prepared.”

Jade’s eyes widened before he plopped onto the ground next to you—plopped!—before pulling out a thick, battered textbook filled with stray notes and plastic markers littering the pages within. “Too true, Prefect, one should always be prepared, especially when it comes to the identification and classification of different types of fungi, but most importantly…” He rapidly flipped to what appeared to be a random page within his textbook, until you saw that it bore the chapter title and appropriate picture depicting—

“Mushrooms!”

You leaned closer to him, not at all caring that he was within biting distance.

If Ace was lucky, he would get your updates about his project before curfew. And if not? You could just visit the infirmary first thing in the morning.

For now, you had something more important to do.

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no wait talk 2 me abt rook&vil they're so silly (unless ur legitimately busy but I will listen if u ever want to talk abt sillies lol)

god i had to restrain myself from literally screenshotting every single convo vil and rook have ever had bc theres Simply Too Much, and even trying to contain myself i still went over the limit LOL god ok anyway love is real and i have to put in a readmore bc i love posting screenshots and talking FOREVER!!!!!

one of my earlier memories of them was back when i first got into twst in 2020 and reading random card stories. i remember the jade leech dorm story and i just got his card recently so i got to relive married couple vil and rook experiencing Jade Leech Behavior

"you're making me jealous~ is he as good as meeee~" and vils like well kinda LOL but also in the rook lab coat story

aka the one where rooks openly thirsting after leona and teases vil about being jealous about it. like hello. ?? ?!?!!?!?!?!

also TWO instances of vil casually dropping that leonas attractive

a pretty face. a good looking layabout. vil no one is making you say these things.

anyway i just love how openly loving rook is in general, but especially with vil 😭

^both from the jade dorm story.... vil shows up and hes like Oh My God Life Is Beautiful. ok well hes like that about everything but he does it More when vils around :')

god this whole second half of rooks lab story is soooooooo hshdhfhehheskefkjjdfjfgfdg yknow????? like the whole story is half rook being So Very Weird About Leona fkjefskljdf "if those sharp fangs of his pierced my windpipe, why, i'd be done for in an instant. the very notion makes my heart quiver" ROOK BE NORMAL CHALLENGE just kidding i love that hes a freak it's so fun. he says something kinda similar about vil??? i cant remember which instance it was - i wanna say maybe when vil got kidnapped in Halloween 2 or book 6 or something? where he said something like "oh no, i know vil doesnt need my protection. if i dared imply such a thing he'd kick me in the head with his six inch heels lol 🤗" like HELLO????

speaking of halloween 2, omg. i forgot to take screenshots but that whole bit makes me insane. he calls vil "my etolle/ my star" and is agonizing over his disappearance......... hes so overjoyed to see him again and rushes to his side when theyre reunited,, and omfg i also forgot the part in masquerade where hes getting ready to leave and hes like "here is a flower, im so sorry im leaving you alone vil, ill be back to you before this flower blooms ♥" like literally why was he so romantic about it. vils like dude you will be gone Three Days fjklsejklfjkls i cant get over it. it's so FUNNY and so,,, hfhdhhhghf. the way he and vil act like parents of pomefiore is so cute too. like when theyre leaving rooks like "dont worry vil ill be with epel to make sure things are going okay!!" and vils like "hmm. yea idk im still worried actually" bc he loves rook but he also knows rook better than anyone LOL

anyway i got distracted, back to the rook lab coat story

this part is so good. rook is going on and on about leona and vils like "ok so just join spelldrive club and bother him there" and rooks immediately like "no. im in science club so i can help you with special effects for your film work to support you " HE LITERALLY SAYS SUPPORT WITH HIS LOVE WAHHHH god they make me go bonkers actually. a lot of what rook does is out of love and support for vil and his pursuit of beauty wahhhh

he likes being close to vil

he knows vils exact measurements, he even says in vils lab story that the only person that looks at vil longer than vil is him lol

he was so enthusiastic about vil and his work that hed run up to him and just talk forever and ever until vil finally spoke back to him and they were just INSEPARABLE after. i think so often about that bit where they say they talked so much they GOT SICK IN THE SNOW!!!! HELLO HI CAN ANYONE HEAR ME- theyre so full of matched passion i love them so much no one understands them like they understand each other AUGHHHH

anyway back to rook mentioning he wants to be up close to vil and his pursuit of beauty,,, i ALSO cant stop thinking about how thats literally one of the reasons he TRANSFERRED DORMS TO POMEFIORE

it means everything to him to be at vils side as long as possible and the fact that he cant when theyre away on their internships in fourth year is devastating WAHHHH 😭😭😭

but also. beanfest.

LIKE. HSDFHDSLJ every time they interact in this entire event is So Charged. hey rook your body is bulked up, i know this because I Was Looking. vil i am so excited to brawl with you one on one ive been anticipating it for a month. back and forth banter with each other and then just

whatever this is. and epel standing there like 🧍‍♂️ I Will Avoid Them Actually. jfksdlfjdkslfjkj

hes So Fucking Excited when it's time to fight vil,,, he even brought evil face trey LOL

"btw you look hot-" thats nice rook

THEY ARE FLIRTING. and then rook literally Sent Trey Away because he was so excited for his 1v1 with his beloved husband skdjfdskl and trey was like "yea i dont wanna be involved Bye 🚶‍♂️" fjlkdsfj no one wants to get tangled up in their Strange Relationship

also this line vil says in the home screen

ive seen fanart about this too thats like "hmm. vil most of you is covered. you have no hard to reach parts. it's like, your hands and neck and face 🤨" and it's so tender, rook putting sunblock on vils hands.... but also WHY cant you do that YOURSELF, HMM?? 🤨🤨🤨

ok ok ok but then. book 5 finale. i remember some people were Rook Haters after that and i simply do not agree!! and apparently some people dont like book 5. cant relate!!!!!!! rook hunt dislikers do not interact book 5 is everything to me!!!!

i might have those out of order but sjdklfjelsjkfdjsklf DFHDLKSJFLDKF GODDDD I CANT TAKE ITTTT 😭 rook going on and on about how it doesnt matter what vil looks like but as long as hes confident like rook knows he is then he will always be beautiful!!! i didnt get screenshots of that part in book 6 where theyre flying back and vil Turned Old but i love how loving and supportive rook is while vils just having his breakdown 🥺

idk man i just really like their interaction about this whole think ;A; like yea vil practically fell over in BETRAYAL when he saw rook voted for their enemy LOL but then i like that hes like "please. i know you and i know you dont make biased decisions ever, you always tell what you truly believe in your heart," and and and god damn it tumblr wont let me post any more photos but vil SMILES and hands rook back his handkerchief to let him dry his own tears and it's just SWEET WAHHH listennnnNNNN. i think it's nice. vil couldve gone off and been super mad at rook but he wasn't 😭 like he wasnt happy lol, but he knows rook. he understands [as much as one can LOL] rook. and rook loves and supports vil with everything he has, but hes also true to his heart and i think thats something vil really values about rook and a big part of why he keeps him around. it can be a positive and a negative, sure- this isnt the only time rooks honest to a fault lol, but i love,, multifaceted characters with deep relationships....

point is i lay facedown on the floor and cry for hours when i think too hard about vil and rook bc theres just So Much Love..... i cant get really coherent points or analysis out i just love repeating parts that happen in the game and posting six million screenshots bc thats all thats happening in my brain constantly JKFLJDSKLDJS i love rookvil. one of the ships ever. theyre married your honor theyre MARRIED and also being in a toxic yaoi polycule with leona is very funny to me jfklejskljfe marriage + divorce love wins(?)

#asks #kirexa #SORRY. im asked about my thoughts and i just babble erratically for Many Paragraphs #this is what my dms look like w/felix n my other friend #screenshotting scenes and going 'wow i love this part why is he like that' <- applies to All Characters in this game

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