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The next day goes off without a hitch–it’s like the conversation between the twins never existed, because as soon as your class is over, you see Jade standing by the door, patiently waiting for you to come out and walk you to your next class as usual. 

For some reason, you wince at the sight of him and think, is this all an act? Still, you stand by his side and greet him. He leans in to smoothen your uniform for you, “Fufu, Prefect, I assume you were in a rush this morning? Your collar is askew, but there, I’ve fixed it,” He holds out his arm to you, “Shall we walk to your next class?” 

You stretch out your arm to link it with his, as if by muscle memory, but stop yourself midway, remembering his words from the night before. Instead, you choose to position your hands behind your back, grinning up at Jade. His usual smile doesn’t falter, but you notice the slight twitch of his eyebrows at your decision to withhold physical contact, how unusual, he thinks. Despite the tension in the air, your eel still walks you to history next. Still, he doesn’t stop his attempts at growing closer to you.

“Would you allow me to hold your things for you, my dear? I see you’ve forgotten to hand me your books.”

“Well, I just feel like carrying them myself today. Also, I’ll just see you at Mostro Lounge later, you don’t have to walk me to flight class anymore. I have to grab something from Deuce in between.”

Ouch. Met with another rejection, and plighted with the news of you meeting with another boy (though that boy is a certified goofball), clearly avoiding him. What could you possibly ask from that Heartslabyul boy that he couldn’t provide for you? Besides that, you were always delighted to be by his side. It made no sense to change your routine even if you did need to pick up something. He’d simply accompany you. What caused you behavior to go amiss? He wonders, and catches on that something is wrong, fast.

Not wanting to act without being certain, your wounded eel accepts your words for now. “I see, I’ll be awaiting your presence at the lounge tonight, then.”

Little does he know, you take his lack of objection as further confirmation that you’ve been too clingy, and your chest feels a bit tighter.

As you two part, Jade somehow comes to the conclusion that he must woo you–again. 

But now, you fully believe he’s grown tired of you. 

“Hiya Shrimpy~ are ya lookin’ for Jade? He’s in the kitchen makin’ a special meal for ya, or so he says,” Floyd shoots you a lazy grin and slings his arm over your shoulder, which earns a nasty glare from Jade standing by the counter. Why are you accepting his touch, but not mine? It turns out that your eel is a bit more dramatic that he lets on. 

When you approach him, he lays out a meal he prepared for you, along with your favorite tea. Freeing you from Floyd’s grasp, he places his hand on your shoulder as he guides you to one of the booths at the center of the Lounge. You notice that his grip is a bit firmer than usual, and that his smile towards you seems a bit strained. 

Once you’re seated, you expect Jade to go on with the rest of his shift and serve the other customers pooling in, but he instead takes the seat beside yours, leaving almost no space between the two of you, and grabs a bite of the food and…turns to you? 

“Prefect, I’ve made your favorite today, now if you would just open wide and say, ‘ahh’,” 

You feel Jade’s cold fingers on your chin that move to make you face him. With his eyes meeting yours, you notice that his features seem more relaxed now compared to earlier–the strain in his smile is now replaced with a look of fondness. Why was your eel acting extra sweet today? 

However, you feel the looks you’re getting from the other students dining in at the lounge. You remember that to them, it seems uncanny that the ever so intimidating, cold, and scary Jade Leech is looking at you like you hung the moon–not to mention feeding you a bite of his cooking!

You have no choice but to play along to his whims, and move to taste the food. It’s cooked to perfection–perfectly adjusted to your tastes. You can tell Jade’s spent time trying to cater to the flavors you enjoy, but you can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness gripe at your heart knowing this could be the last time you’ll ever try it. Instead of responding with praise, as you normally do, you silently chew on your food, with a neutral look on your face.

“Hm, is something the matter, Prefect? I believe I’ve cooked the meal to your liking, or perhaps your tastes have changed?” Jade presses his eyebrows together and pouts to give you a look of feigned hurt, which you’re familiar with by now, but for some reason his tone seems to hold genuine concern. All this over food, Jade? At the moment, you can’t tell what he’s thinking anymore. “Is it perhaps the position we’re sitting in that makes you uncomfortable? I did try to reserve the best seats in the lounge for you, I thought you might enjoy a change from where we usually sit.”

What kind of stunt is this eel trying to pull? Is the extra sweetness part of the act?? Does he know that you overheard him and Floyd last night???

You offer Jade a flushed look, half because of how cute his concerned face looks and the other half being that you have no idea what to think anymore. Distracted by your adorable reaction, Jade believes his plan is working.

What really sends you into overdrive, is when he walks you home from Mostro Lounge. Instead of offering his arm to you once again, he silently intertwines his gloved hands with yours as you make your way to Ramshackle dorm–leaving you no room to refuse his touch. 

“Prefect, please send me recipes you’d like to try in the future, I’ll try to recreate them for you if today’s cooking was not to your liking. Perhaps you’d like to have a dish with shrimp in it, fufu,” your eel teases you about your earlier lack of reaction. While he may jest, he secretly worries that his efforts haven’t reached you. After all, his main goal of the night was to please you, and remove the doubt in his mind that you were distancing yourself from him. 

Reaching the gate of Ramshackle dorm, you speak up, “Jade, I can go from here. Thank you for cooking for me, it really was good,” for some reason, it sounded like the last time he’d cook for you, Jade thought. How curious. 

Of course, what kind of gentleman would he be if he allowed that to happen? “My dear, do you think I don’t have the decency to walk you to your door? You wound me, Prefect,” the grip he has on your hand feels tighter as he walks the path leading to your home, “Come, I’ll even make some tea for you inside, if you’d like.” But as he expected, you take the chance to refuse his effort of spending any more time with you. 

So your beloved eel resorts to one last thing as you approach your door, “I shall brew you a drink another time then, Prefect,” he slithers his free hand around your waist to pull you closer, enough for you to pick up on his comforting scent. Then, he brings your hand up to place a kiss inside your palm, looking up at you with his smile, “Have a good night, my dear.” 

You find yourself surprised at his sudden display of affection, he must still be toying with me, huh? Either way, you still feel an overwhelming sense of giddiness being on the receiving end of such love from your eel, whether or not the reason behind it is actually what you think. Not wanting to let your feelings show, however, you simply nod and wave him goodbye.

Jade can’t help but feel the distance between the both of you grow, despite his efforts. However, little does he know that how you watch him leave all the way until his figure disappeared from your sight. His actions confuse you, but it doesn’t stop you from longing the times you could indulge yourself in his sweetness.

The following week was the same–you were under the impression that Jade had grown bored of you, and that he was toying with your feelings at this point before dropping you eventually. You rejected his advances as physical affection, spent more time with Grim and your friends, and rarely dropped by his room to hangout. On the other hand, Jade was working harder than ever to get on your good side again. He was unfamiliar with the feeling of being unsettled by one person, a human at that. However, your boyfriend mistakes the feeling of missing your active presence for being unsettled. 

He had been needlessly sweet to you the past week. He began appearing at your doorstep in the morning with a drink in one hand and offering to carry your books in the other, but not without taking your hand to place a chaste kiss on it first. He also started acting more physically affectionate with you too, which wouldn’t be weird if not for where he’d do it. In the past, Jade preferred to show your affections in private, but now, he’ll bring you close and lay his head on your shoulder in the middle of the courtyard, claiming that he needs to rest! What a sneaky eel you have. 

Deciding you’ve had enough of this confusion, you gather in the big leagues to ask advice. Certainly, you’d consult those seasoned in the area of relationships, with mature minds and words of wisdom. Surely, maybe someone like Vil or Trey, an experienced senio-

In your living room, you sit across Ace and Deuce. 

Not that you had a choice, because they noticed how lovey-dovey you and your boyfriend have been lately and decided to make it their problem because surely something MUST have happened! 

Click clack…Jade opens the gate to Ramshackle, holding a container of sweets you mentioned the other day, hopeful to gain an excited reaction and maybe a little praise coming from you. 

“Okay guys, the truth is, I overheard Jade and Floyd talking about me the other night and….” 

Oho? By now, Jade’s reached your door and is about to knock, a polite smile on his face, but he pauses when he overhears you mentioning his name. The Prefect is chatting about me even in her private time, how adorable. 

“What did that bastard say about you??? Does he need to be taken care of???” Ace exclaims loudly, clearly carried over by emotion. Deuce aggressively shakes his head in agreement.

“Wait! I didn’t even get to that part yet…you see, he said that I’m too tiresome to be with….”

Hm. Jade wasn’t expecting that. In fact, he was a little hurt at the fact that you could even consider he’d think that of you. 

“--and I think the reason he's being so much sweeter towards me these days is because he knows I overheard them. Is it all an act? I can’t tell anymore, but I don’t have the heart to ask, in case I’m right…” 

Jade stands still in front of your door, his smile intact, your sweets still in hand. But to his surprise, he almost drops them. 

Clutching them a little harder now, he takes a step backwards and decides to retreat. He takes big strides over Ramshackle’s lawn. How odd of me, he thinks. He’d usually take the chance to scare first-years and amuse himself with their reactions when they find out he’d been listening in, and of course, he’d like to soothe your doubts right then and there–but a big part of him doesn’t realize how much he actually treasures you. He needs to corner you talk to you privately. It’s all an excuse, because he needed to compose himself lest he breaks down your door. 

Jade hates how you ever thought of those things in the first place. How could you doubt this eel’s sincere heart that only wishes to win your affection once more? With a new resolve, he concludes that he must seek you out directly. 

How direct? Well…how about eel appearing in your kitchen first thing in the morning? 

Waking up to the smell of your favorite food is something you haven’t experienced since coming to Twisted Wonderland. There go the ghosts, messing with the kitchen. But wait, why does it smell…really good? Like the kind only Jade would make you? 

Dragging yourself out of bed and hopping down the stairs, still in your pajamas. You see the tall figure of your boyfriend brewing some tea, and you’re met with his signature smile when he turns around. You can’t decide if you’re ecstatic to see him so early in the morning or afraid because he’s now spreading his antics to your dorm, wondering what’ll happen next.

“Have you slept well, dear Prefect? Come, I’ve prepared you your favorite meal–I especially foraged the ingredients for this dish.” Jade takes hold of your arm and leads you to sit on the dining table, occupying the space next to you. He’s already dressed in his uniform, his black strand of hair straightened, and gloved hand already pouring out tea for you to drink. 

“Jade…this is really sweet and all, but can I ask you one thing? 

Here it comes, “Of course. By the looks of it, I assume it’ll be quite a fun discussion, fufu.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You don’t mean for it to sound so blunt, but you’ve only just woken up, after all. It’s the one thing that’s been weighing on your mind since that night–is he just acting the part of a “perfect” boyfriend, when in reality, he finds your company to be quite meddlesome? Why does he still keep you around, or rather, actively seek you out more than ever now, if you aren’t amusing to him anymore?

“Ah, is it so unusual of me to want to treat my beloved so well? I must say, I am a bit hurt that you would doubt my actions toward you,” his eyebrows knit together, forming that worried expression of his, “On the contrary, dear, might I ask you why you’ve been acting differently as of late?” 

Now he’s turning this on you, huh? Well, you decide, there’s no other choice but to come off clean, and end your worries once and for all. You take a deep breath, before telling him, “Okay, the truth is…I overheard you and Floyd talking the other night. Remember when I came by to ask help on Potionology?” 

“Of course, I remember that you followed my tutoring so well–it seemed that asking for “help” was just an excuse to seek out my affection that night, though~”

You laugh dryly, wondering why he was acting fond of your physical touch, “Jade, I think it’s time to end this. I heard you tell Floyd that I come to your room too much, that it’s tiresome to always be with me. I’ve known you long enough to expect that you’d eventually grow bored of me.”

“I tried to keep my distance from you and give you a chance to break up the routine of being with me, but why are you acting this way? Why are you suddenly being more…romantic, sweet, than normal?”

On the outside, Jade maintains a neutral expression. But internally, he feels a foreign feeling of disappointment. Not at you–never at you. But at himself, for not relaying his true emotions toward you. Was that truly what you thought of him? 

“Prefect…I believe you have a wrong idea of how the conversation went on. Would you like me to tell you the full details?”

Huh??? 

“While it is true, Floyd did ask me if I had gotten tired of…our time together, my response was referring to the fact that we usually meet at my quarters. I was considering the option that you’d appreciate if we had a change of pace, and go someplace else for a change. I was thinking of other ways to please you. I never thought that you would interpret our conversation in that way.

Extending his hand to place on your cheek, he continues, “On the contrary, I thought I had done something amiss, and my behavior the past weeks has been an attempt to court you once again. To you, I extend my deepest apologies–I find it difficult to imagine that I would ever get tired of you.”

“If you would allow me, I would like to take care of the perpetrator of the issue,” Jade grins, his eyes uneven. The way his eyes glimmered, you knew that a certain twin would be on the receiving end of his wrath. He made a move to stand up, possibly to make his way to Octavinelle and beat up talk to his brother, but you quickly pulled him back down to his seat. You’d rather have your eel intact so he could hear what you had to say. 

“Oh Jade, I’m sorry too–I can’t believe I…” Now you just felt mildly embarrassed, and a bit angry at yourself for letting your thoughts consume you. After a beat, you found yourself in a fit of laughter at how badly you misunderstood the conversation. Jade looks down at you with a fond smile, seemingly content with the outcome of your discussion–how long had it been since he saw you so carefree around him? 

You wrap your arms around his and lean your head on his shoulder, and look up at him, “So…you don’t mind it if I do this, after all?” A sly grin occupies your face, your eyes crinkling at the thought that Jade might love you more than you thought. 

“Not at all, instead, I do wish you would show your affections toward me more freely. Seeing how much you’ve rejected my advances toward you in past weeks, you have a lot to make up for, Prefect, fufu,” Jade gives you a chilling smile, but now you know his words are genuine–your eel simply missed you. 

“Now then, while I admit that you look quite…adorable in your sleeping attire, shall I offer you my assistance in getting ready for the day, my dear?”

Now that you’ve resolved your grave misunderstanding with Jade, you thought that you two would go back to normal–but it seems your eel had other plans. It seems his attempts to woo you haven’t ceased, as you walk down Ramshackle’s rickety stairs to see Jade cooking you breakfast once more. He’s been at it since the first day he came.

You come up from behind to embrace him, but sensing your footsteps, he turns to face you. “Prefect, you’re awake. I’ll be finished in a bit. ” He ruffles your bedhead and leans in to kiss your forehead, “Fufu, or would you rather join me and prepare our meal together?”

You let out a satisfied huff, and ask, “Jade, why do you still come by everyday? Not that I’m complaining, but you don’t have to do all this after, you know…”

“I must admit, Prefect, that I have been wishing to act this way for a while. The situation simply provided me an opportunity to act on my desires and pamper you, fufu,” Jade gives you the smile you know so well, and you can’t help but bury your head on his shoulder, “Ah, Jade…why are you so cute…”

“I don’t know what you mean, Prefect, I’d say you’re quite adorable yourself,” He gently smoothes down your bedhead once more. The both of you stay standing in the kitchen, embracing one another and enjoying each other’s company.

After a while, you look up at your boyfriend. “Jade…I think something’s burning.”

Unfazed, he gently lets go of your arms and turns off the stove. “It seems I lose track of time when I’m you, my beloved. Your touch is too tempting for me to resist, fufu.”

“Just admit you forgot!!”

i eat this trope up everytime i see it and i wanted to write one with jade !! sothis is actually the first thing i've ever fully written before anything else lol please be very kind with me lol (Not that edited either we ball or it'd never see the light of day !!!)

inspired by "an affection anthology" by twstyturny and "jade leech and the three breakups" by schoenpepper (graciously reblogged by twstyturny as well) !!! i <3 the hurt comfort these fics have hihi this has been living in my head rent free since i read it its so so good i love it love it

“Fuck” he hushed on your ear. Hips moving and cock drilling your cunt as you pathetically blabbered, pleading to whoever pitiful deity the sevens knows for what. It never ceased to amuse him how much you got lost when he hammered inside of you. ”Fucking missed that greedy cunt” Leona whispers while he bottomed out, draggin his cock agonizingly slow all the way inside you, caressing a handfull of your butt, a small gesture of tenderness while his barbs scratched your gummy walls. All the stress after so many Magical Shift practices now buried deep in his mind while he pounded on you. Leona let a low grunt when felt how good and snuggly fit he was inside of you, looking at your precious juices that coated that all over his tan skin, girthy cock streching your poor cunt wide.

Leona took a little peek again and had to hold himself to not cum, his cock twitched at the pretty sight of your pussy holding him in like a vice. ”Oh, look at you” he coos “someone missed me that much?” he punctuated his words with a deeper thrust making your choke on your own spit and muffle your moan on his hand. The smell of your arousal tickled his nose, his mind full of you. The arrogant lion put a hand in between your legs to rub your clit, being mean enough to grab a hold of your mound and let a cauculated slap that made you tighteen around his dick, letting a low noise between a hum and a moan, a cocky smirk adorning his lips.

Your hands rasping at the trunk of one of the trees on the botanical garden, legs parting just for him, his pretty little herbivore. Every sharp and deep thrust making that knot inside of your loins tighten so much to the point it would snap anytime soon, tears prickled your eyes at the overstimulation, but you loved, how couldn't you?

”Ah, ah, we don’t noises coming out do we? So be quiet. Unless you want to get that mouth working.” he mutter rocking his hips harder this time. You should be ashamed of how sloppy you were, really. If anyone was closer they probably would’ve heard the slick sounds of your dripping pussy by now.

”Gonna get a bit mean now love, be prepared” He muttered and kissed your hair, holding your arms for leverage as he started to piston his hips again, the sound of his hips slapping against your asscheks was music to his ears, he almost felt bad for not recording it. Anytime now the bell would ring and your little time together would be over, so he had to be fast. Leona bottomed out again letting you take a breath and started to fuck you harder and faster, one hand travelling to your midsection to steady you while other grabbed your chin towards his direction, kissing your to muffle down the desperate and boderline pornographic sounds that leave your mouth.

He part the kiss and hisses out, eyes closed and his hips dont fucking stop, and he swear he can almost taste your release in the air when he lick his lips, the knot on your tummy is about to snap, your abdomen twitch, your toes curl, and it feel so, so good and its almost there… just a little bit more and—

Leona get his cock out and grunt, breaking your orgasm and you look behind almost growling while he hold he base of his beastman cock, angry tip swollen and letting globs os precum falling on the ground.

”Leona what the fu—?” You rasp and he grab your face interrupting you and kissing your sloppy. His tongue making your legs tremble as he part the kiss and grab a hold of your thighs lifting you up, his face is some tones reddish, his pupils blown and his fangs rasps dangerously on your neck as he inhales your scent, aligning his cock on your entrance again.

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.

i. minajael is a man in love with control

He’s obsessed with the way you say his name during the do, it’s like a sweet melody he’ll never get bored of

His hands are incredibly large, perfect for hand holding or wrapping his fingers around your neck if you’re into that

Loves to edge you, often slow down mid thrust. His girth stretching you to fullest and filling you up again with an agonisingly slow pace as he watches your expression with a smug smile

“You love it, don’t you, Habibi? I’m just getting started, don’t worry…”

Tell him he’s making you feel so good, maybe he’ll speed up a bit and give you the time of your life

ii. minajael loves to finger you, quickies are a must in the relationship

He is a busy man, but mina makes sure that you’re feeling loved!!

Sneaking into the janitor’s locker, fingering you while he let you suck on his fingers or muffle your moans against his hand

Teases the shit out of you when you make a noise too loud, purposely curling against that spot to make you crumble

iii. minajael makes use of toys

There’s likely 2 vibrators he keeps somewhere in his dorm or his bag

Mf will not be subtle about it

“Oh, what is this?” He’d say, pulling out a bullet vibrator when you two are on your way back dorm, then you’ll get flustered and whisper yell at him to put that away

However if he does listen then it’s not Minajael

Since he’s busy with housewarden duties, he’ll make you play with the vibrators while he works, “hearing your voice” encourages him, he says

iv. this man loves your ass

Basically he loves anywhere that he can grope, the only reason he prefers ass is that it’s the easiest target for him

You’re waiting in line at the cafeteria? Smack.

You’re in the library studying? Squeeze.

When you’re in bed? Spank.

It’s not until your ass has redden that he’ll stop, watching them shake just turns him on so much, he just couldn’t resist touching them

But don’t worry, he has some ointment for the redness and gives you excellent aftercare afterwards

v. enjoys watching you get dolled up just to ruin you the next minute

Mina will absolutely gift you necklaces and watch you do your makeup while he sits on the bed observing in silent

The second you’re done and turn to him? He’s more than ready to pounce on you

Say, your boyfriend is like a tiger, he never tells you his next step, when you know about it you’re already being hunted

“Wait Mina-“

“Shhh, hayati, let me love you right.”

His tongue shoved into your mouth next second, cutting off any words that was about to fall off your tongue

“So pretty…all mine,” he mumbles, hands wandering to your neck and fidgeting with the necklace.

“Knew it would suit you,” he smirks

vi. he’d steal a panty or two

Minajael is more than a pervert if we’re being honest

With how busy he may get, poor guy sometimes gets no time to see you for half a week

However every time he comes over he seems to take his sweet time in the bathroom

You always asked yourself what’s wrong

One time when you gave him an impromptu visit you finally got your answer, with Minajael laying on the bed, curtains drawn and a damp fabric pressed against his nose

After that time, whenever he misses you, he’d send you a video of him rubbing his shaft against your panties, or giving a nice, long lick to the already-damp fabric

With the captions: I prefer you anyways

Can you blame your boyfriend for missing you so much?

vii. loves leaving marks on your body that lasts for at least 2 days (tiger ahh)

He’s possessive, to start off

A Prince would never allow his most valuable treasure to get wrongly stolen by the others

Minajael knows your heart is only for him and trusts you with all his heart, yes, but that doesn’t stop the other students from looking at you during lunch hours or trying to flirt with you between classes

Minajael decided that maybe he could use some…marks

“Baby? This is the third one of the week”

You said to your lover, who is sitting behind you, chest to back and his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Not enough, nour eini,” he mumbled against your neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses along the way.

“You know how hard I have to fight myself to not snap at that guy for looking at you that way? That was disrespectful,” another hickey is left on your collarbone, while the man works on the third one on your shoulder.

“How about you leave the first two buttons open tomorrow, love? We should let them see that you’re taken…”

viii. aftercare at max

Said it once, will say it twice: King at aftercare

Always make sure you’re comfortable before he cleans himself up

He knows that getting sweaty and sticky may not feel good to you so he always run you a bath afterwards, and he’ll join

We’re not talking about how sometimes bath time will turn into round2

He gets that you may be tired, so unless you’re initiating it, he wouldn’t do anything

The royal families often raise spoiled bastards but the Scalding Sands’ raised a fine gentleman

ix. dirty talks with the straightest face during morning assemblies or any occasions like it’s nothing

“Your thighs look so delicious in those stockings,”

“Mina, you’re giving a speech in 3.”

His bluntness is something not shown to everyone, and you really like how he’s honest with you, really, but this kind of honesty…

“Baby, you think the waters could hide our little secret?” He’d say to you during swimming class, you two were supposed to be practicing arm stroke no less

“Silly, if you continue getting the yogurt all on your lips I might think you’re hungry for something else.”

Said that during lunch with all the other housewardens watching. By the way.

“Mina, please stop,” you hid your face in your hands, while Minajael leaned closer, whispering in a voice that only you could hear, “so…are you hungry for dessert later?”

“…janitor’s closet?”

“Mhm, that works-“

“Can you two keep it down?(￣ ￣|||)

x. get you a lingerie that matches with the colours of his dorm outfit

Why? Because he can, and matching turns him on

Seeing how you two are wearing matching clothes just makes him think that you’re his to claim

Prefers having sex in clothes during these occasions

“My gosh, I should buy you more of these…” his fingers played with your bra strap before letting go, the band snapping against your plump skin.

“You’re so cute like this, hayati…” he pressed kisses on your bare neck, hips never stopping his ministration. He often thrust to the hilt just to hear a gasp or two from you.

“Mmhm, let me hear you, princess” there he goes, sinking back in with a slow, deep thrust, you could feel the stretch make you lose the last sense of sanity, leaving your mind blank and clenching onto his arm tightly.

“I think blue matches your skin tone as well, should we get those lingeries with lace?” He talks as if he’s not 8 inches in you, fingers moving up to flick your nips, earning a gasp again.

“Baby, use your words, I can’t have you falling apart now,” his smirk widens

“You followed me? Wait—were you watching me?” Your eye twitched, your lips parting in pure shock.

“Yes,” Malleus replied, stepping aside to give you space to leave the bathroom, his tone calm as if this were a completely normal conversation. “Only as a precaution.”

You stared at him, horrified and no longer nearly as sleepy as before.

Before you could even recover, he gently reached for your wrist and tugged you back toward the bed, his fingers tightening just enough to make sure you didn’t wander off again.

“You did not tell me where you were going,” he said while you remained silent, not even questioning him as he wrapped around you like you were a plushie. “What if you ended up getting lost? You didn’t even turn on the lights.”

“…I wouldn’t get lost going to the bathroom,” you grumbled. “I live here.”

“Mhm.” He didn’t even open his eyes.

You sighed, adjusting your head against the pillow. “Malleus,” you muttered, voice hoarse from sleep, “have you ever heard of… privacy?”

“Mhm.” He paused, the arm wrapped around your waist pulling you even closer. “…My apologies. It is simply difficult to remain distant from you.”

You bit your lower lip, a hint of guilt weighing on your conscience—completely unaware of how his lips were curved into a satisfied smile at being pressed against you once again.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

You found your boyfriend far more comfortable than you expected, his hands behind his head, eyes closed, and tail swaying lightly, showing he couldn’t care less about missing a class.

“At this rate you’re going to repeat another year, Leona,” you murmured. “Are you still running a fever?”

His ear twitched slightly, and he cracked one eye open to look at you—but when he felt the mattress sink, his eyes widened, his brows furrowing at the audacity of you sitting on the same bed as him.

“Hey, herbivore! What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” He didn’t push you, but he immediately got off the bed, leaning against the one right next to it. “Ruggie!” He looked around, searching for the hyena.

“Hm?” You blinked, terribly confused by his reaction. You crossed your arms. “Leona, I just came to check if you’re feeling better—”

“I don’t care,” Leona practically growled, his cheeks warm and his breathing still uneven. “Who do you think you are to—Don’t touch me!” He took a step back when he saw you circle around to get closer to him.

“Listen to me carefully—I don’t flirt, I don’t cheat, and I hate herbivores who don’t know how to respect hierarchy and keep their hands to themselves.” He pointed a finger, looking completely serious about what he was saying, but you only rolled your eyes as you called Ruggie.

“…He did what!? BAHAHAHAH—” The hyena’s laughter was so loud you had to pull the phone away from your ear.

“Just come help me deal with him already,” you cleared your throat. “At least he’s loyal.”

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

You hummed softly to yourself as you walked toward your boyfriend’s dorm, not in much of a hurry, since Jade and Floyd had promised to keep an eye on Azul in case he woke up before you got back from the cafeteria.

The corners of your lips curled into a smile when you saw he was already awake and doing well, despite his flushed cheeks.

“Azul, I brought you a snack,” you said, sitting down on the chair beside his bed, not noticing how stunned he seemed by your arrival.

His eyes slowly widened, following your every movement as you placed the small package on your lap and began opening it carefully.

“…Wh—What are you doing?” he asked slowly.

You looked up. “You didn’t eat earlier. I thought you might be hungry when you woke up.”

Azul choked when you lifted the spoon to feed him. His face went from a soft pink flush to a deep red, then turned pale as a ghost.

“NONONO—!” He pressed himself further into the pillows, hands gripping the blanket and covering his mouth as if he were being offered poison. “Th—This is extremely inappropriate!”

“Inappropriate?” You glanced at the twins, but they looked just as confused as you.

“YES!” he insisted, his voice cracking in pure panic. “You cannot simply walk in here and—and attempt to feed me like some sort of— of—”

Floyd grinned, as if he had just found his new entertainment for the rest of the day. “Shrimpy, you’re makin’ him all red.”

Azul’s head whipped toward him instantly. “WHY,” Azul demanded, pointing a shaking finger at Floyd, “are you not removing her from the premises?!”

Jade placed a hand against his cheek. “Remove her, Azul?” He repeated. “Whatever for?”

Azul groaned, feeling tortured by the slowness of the two. “She is attempting to feed me—!” he cried, his voice pitching upward in pure distress. “This is disrespectful.”

“That’s super lovey-dovey, isn’t it?” Floyd laughed, leaning forward. “Must be nice not havin’ to bother using forks and spoons with your own hands… I wanna be fed too!”

“Stop encouraging this behavior!” Azul snapped, clutching the blanket to his chest.

You frowned softly, lifting the spoon a little. “It’s just food,” you said gently. “You’re still dizzy.”

“…No,” he whispered weakly. “No, this cannot be happening…”

Your lips parted in surprise when you saw your boyfriend—normally always so composed—with his eyes filled with tears.

“…Azul?”

His lower lip trembled. “My beautiful, stunning girlfriend will leave me because of you!” he wailed, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Do you have any idea what kind of scandal this would create? Being fed by another person… in my own dorm…! My soulmate, the love of my life, my pearl will leave me thinking that I allowed this!”

You and Jade exchanged looks in complete silence, watching him cry miserably and sniffle. Floyd’s smile, however, only grew when he realized what was going on.

“Yeah, she will!” Floyd cackled. “I’m gonna tell her. ‘Hey, hey—your boyfriend’s lettin’ other people court him!’”

“Floyd!”

“NO!” Azul shouted in despair, burying his face into a pillow as he cried. “I’m going to fry you, you… you damn eel…”

Jade covered his mouth politely.

You sighed, placing the forgotten snack on the table and turning toward him. “…Azul.”

He sniffled dramatically, refusing to look at you. “She’ll leave me…” he muttered weakly.

“Do you think he’ll remember this when the effects wear off?” you asked, looking at Jade, your hands patting your boyfriend’s back.

“Probably not, but I will.” he replied with a smile.

✨You just shrugged. Honestly, it didn’t really matter. You had your henna done! You practically skipped through the day, all but proudly shoving your decorated hands in everyone’s faces and watching their reactions. Your friends were impressed - even Grim wanted his own henna done too. You just smiled and nodded, eyeing his fur. Maybe instead you could have Minajael decorate a handkerchief and tie it around Grim’s neck…?

✨As you were lost in thought, a loud voice calling your name drew your attention. You looked up. Waving at you from the end of the hall with his drumsticks, was Kalim grinning at you. Behind him, you could spot Jamil shouldering his gym bag. They must’ve just finished up their club activities. Perfect timing!

“Hey guys!” You grinned at Kalim, watching him rush over to you. “Kalim, slow down-!” Jamil tried, but Kalim stopped just in front of you. “So you did get your mehendi done! Cater told us during practice!” You nodded, proudly holding your arms up, “mm-hmm!~”

Kalim’s ruby eyes sparkled, “Oh wow! Can I see?” He took your hand in his, pulling it up to see the henna. “Your mehendi is so pretty! It’s so detailed!” His hands were warm, gently running his fingers over your skin. You chuckled as Kalim twisted your hands around to admire them, ruby eyes sparkling. You must’ve been like this with Minajael too, you mused. 

Jamil finally made it to you both, looking tired. “Hey Jamil,” you said with a small smile, ignoring Kalim scrutinizing your arms, “how was basketball practice?” He huffed, shaking his head with a tired look. “Floyd.” “Ah.” You nodded, deciding not to ask. 

Kalim looked up, “Look! (Name) has their mehendi done!” That’s when Jamil finally noticed it. Silently, he admired the stain. It was nice, he thought. Even at a passing glance, anyone could tell your henna was painstakingly done. Flowering blossoms spiraled on your arms, finally reaching your hands. Even your palms had a design, a mandala stained darker than the rest of your skin. Jamil nodded with a smile, “It’s very nice, (Name).” 

While Kalim gushed, Jamil studied the pattern. The design looked somewhat familiar. Jamil couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but there was something about the flower design. He just shook his head. Perhaps it was just a design you’d gotten inspiration from. Still, how did you even get henna out here in Sage’s Island? It was the off-season for when people typically got their henna done. Even Kalim didn’t have any with him. 

Beside you, Kalim tapped one of the henna flowers thoughtfully. “This looks kind of like royal mehndi designs,” he commented. Your eyes widened, “really?” Kalim nodded, “mm-hmm! That design is usually done by the royal family! The jasmine flowers are pretty unique designs, a lot of people in the Scalding Sands like ‘em. I know my cousin does!”

At that, Jamil eyed the floral design carefully. Hmm, Royal designs? His brow furrowed. Was that where he’d seen those flower motifs? He shook his head, no, you must’ve seen it at the Scalding Sands when he took you to the Yasamina Silk festival. He must be overthinking it. “Did you look the design up online?” Jamil asked, keeping his tone even. You chewed the inside of your mouth, not wanting to say. “Um, kind of?” you said, not noticing Kalim turn your hand over to see your palm. 

“Huh, that’s weird,” Kalim squinted, bringing your palm up close to his face. “Why’s Minajael’s name here?” You flinched as Jamil’s bag cluttered to the ground. Jamil couldn't stop the words coming out of him, “what?”

Minajaels name? Was in? Your HENNA design?! Jamil all but snatched your wrist out of Kalim’s grip. You yelped, but Jamil ignored it as he searched between the narrow mandala petals. “Mm-hmm!” Kalim chirped, leaning to point it out to Jamil. Kalim didn’t seem to notice the look on Jamil’s face, or that your eyes were blown wide, “Right here, on the palm!” Following Kalim’s finger, Jamil scanned through the mandala rows until he finally spotted it. In the looping script of the Scalding Sands language, was Minajael written among the layered petals.

You shook your head, “Oh, no, a part of it got smudged or something on my palm.” Poor Jamil just stared at your palm in shock, almost willing it to be a mere smudge instead of that spoiled prince’s name. Kalim shook his head, answering your question, “nope, that definitely says Minajael. Right, Jamil?”

At first, Jamil didn’t heard Kalim. His eyes were glued to your henna. The vine-like design climbing up your arms, the swirling patterns flicked perfectly outward, the mandala petals intricately and painstakingly drawn in - all of it was done patiently. Fit for a royal. That’s when Jamil realized - Your henna wasn’t just nice. It was done lovingly. 

Something boiled in Jamil’s gut before he finally snapped out of his thoughts. “Yes, that’s certainly the Prince’s name,” he ground out, forcing a neutral smile on his face and letting go of the iron grip on your wrist. Kalim ignored Jamil’s inner turmoil, instead bringing your hand closer to you to point it out.

“See, (Name)? It’s right here.” Your eyes widened. Sure enough, the same area you thought was just a smudge, or maybe where Minajael lost control of the henna, was actually writing. Surprise overtook you as you studied your palm. Suddenly, the looping script didn’t look like random scribbles anymore, but an actual alphabet. So that’s how it’s written. Minajael… you looked at it thoughtfully.

Jamil’s gaze was sharp and narrow as he studied your expression. He didn’t like the soft look on your face one bit. “(Name), you didn’t… ask the henna artist to put his name there,” his grey eyes bore into yours, “did you?” 

You just blinked, “no?” Kalim chimed in, “yeah, why is his name here? Usually having someone else’s name in your henna design means that you’re enga- mmph!” Jamil smacked his hand over Kalim’s mouth. Luckily, you were too caught up squinting at the mandala on your hand to register what happened. 

You shrugged, “I guess… maybe he left his name there as a signature?” At Jamil’s deadpan look, you stammered to explain, “y’know, like how an artist signs their artwork! Yeah!” 

Kalim nodded in understanding, while Jamil frowned. “So, he did this for you?” At your wide-eyed look, Jamil pressed, “you saw him yesterday?” You pursed your lips. Dang, looks like you were caught. You just nodded nonchalantly, playing it off, “yeah, he did my henna.” If you were lucky, you could maybe get out without a lecture. Unfortunately, you weren’t so lucky. You sighed inwardly as Jamil’s eyes grew wider than a Spelldrive disk, already freaking out. “What?!”

You just shrugged, “It’s fine, I just… had some free time, that’s all, and I went to Royal Sword Academy for a bit.” Really, it wasn’t that bad. You’d left NRC with permission before, so why did Jamil look so indignant?

“You can’t just leave campus like that!” Jamil blustered, all exhaustion from the day gone as he scolded you. You tried not to roll your eyes as you began walking towards the Hall of Mirrors. “I’ve left campus before, Jamil. I’m a big Prefect, I can handle myself. And this was worth it!” You wiggled your henna-stained fingers, trying to lighten his mood. Jamil just groaned, “That’s besides the point!”

Kalim just grinned, slipping his hand into yours. “Hey, maybe we should get matching mehendi when this one fades!” You grinned, “definitely! What do you think, Jamil?” 

Jamil just exhaled. Typical of Kalim to make plans on a whim. You looked over, “Jamil?” You prompted. He willed his shoulders to relax, and nodded. “Sure. I’ve done Kalim’s mehendi in the past, and Najma’s too.” Kalim brightened, “we could all have matching mehendi’s!” he cheered. 

You grinned, nudging Jamil as the three of you began walking towards the Hall of Mirrors. “Hey, maybe I could try doing yours!” Kalim chimed in, “Yeah! You never have your mehendi done, Jamil!” Jamil hummed at that. It wasn’t often that he’d had his own henna done. Between handling Kalim and managing his own school and work affairs, it wasn’t something he really had time for. Still… He glared down at your hand with that prince’s name scrawled in your hand. 

As if his name being there wasn’t bad enough, it was also the placement. Something about Minajael’s name being scrawled in your palm made Jamil’s skin on edge. To have his name in your hand… Jamil scowled. As if that prince wasn’t spoiled enough, he even had to go and put his name on you. How presumptuous. Even if your name was in his own hand, the idea still frazzled him. He wouldn’t even want his own name being inside anyone’s hand. The mere idea made scowl. Did that pampered prince even ask you what you wanted? 

After you waved your goodbyes, he and Kalim walked through the Scarabia mirror. While Kalim chattered excitedly about your henna, Jamil was more pensive as he thought about the flowers encircling your arms. If he were to do your henna, what design would he make? Perhaps stars or animals? Maybe he could do arches inspired by the Scalding Sands architecture. You seemed to like it when you visited. What about faux-bracelets encircling your wrists? He shook his head, huffing. This was ridiculous. He’d simply ask you what you wanted, and he’d do it. 

Soon he was back in his dorm room. Even now, he was still stewing over your mehendi design an hour later. It was the sheer intimacy of having Minajael’s name in your palm…  He scowled. And the audacity. Minajael’s name in your palm was still on his mind, no matter how much he tried to push it out of his head. He unwound his hair from its braids, looking back at his reflection in the mirror. 

He wouldn’t dare inscribe his own name in your skin without you knowing. Jamil stared at himself in the mirror, eyes darkening at his reflection as he undid the last of his braids. Although… Some little part of him couldn’t deny the intimacy of having a name on someone’s skin. His thoughts drifted. Where would he put your name on himself? Certainly not in his palm. The implications of having you in his hands made his thoughts turn sour. Idly, he stretched his wrists, still tight from club practice. Then he stopped. 

Jamil looked down at his wrist. Idly, he brushed a thumb over his skin until he could feel his pulse beating underneath - dutiful, strong, and ever-constant. 

The rhythm of his heart, proof of life. 

A smile tugged the corner of his mouth. Maybe he didn’t know what designs he’d create, but he knew one thing he’d like. Your name written in henna stain over the pulse on his wrist. Yes. That would do nicely, ya hayati. 

I hope this was ok!! Personally I’ve always thought getting someone’s name in henna over the wrist pulse was super romantic so. I indulged myself. Also I had no idea what to title this lmao 😭

Anyway this was a lil late bc I didn’t know how to end it but lmk what you guys think :D Thanks for reading!! I’m glad so many people liked the Minajael part!!!!

Until next time, take care shrimpies~ Xoxo Calci!~

✨Bro has some of the prettiest henna/mehndi designs ever. You know he’s come back from visiting his home in the Scalding Sands solely because of his arms and hands, decorated with that good long-lasting dark stain henna.

✨He’ll admit, he didn’t always enjoy the duties that came with being a prince. But having his mehndi/henna designs done was something he did enjoy. Minajael’s skin would always have the most intricate, delicate designs - flowers with shade hatching, net-like patterns, and fingers tipped in dark brown stain.

✨Over the time you sit together on the bench, the soft scent of the henna paste wafts up to you. After talking, you decide on doing a design similar to his. That way, even after you’ve parted ways, you still have a bit of him with you, as cliche as it is. Minajael is certainly on board - He’s partial to jasmine flowers and looping swirls in his own designs. You’re no exception. And soon enough, your own hands are decorated with floral designs that compliment his.

✨he definitely hides his name in your design. It’s written in the language of the Scalding Sands, but you can tell it’s something. “Hey, that doesn’t match the pattern. What is that?” Minajael merely waves you off, “it’s nothing, now stay still. The lines will turn out crooked.”

✨Don’t be fooled, keep talking. Minajael literally snuck away from RSA’s group just to spend as much time with you as possible. Pretty soon, he’d have to pack up and go back to the Scalding Sands, and then it was back to entertaining the countless suitors and suitresses being thrown at him. But for now, he’d take some refuge in your company, with your hand in his as he tries to show a fraction of his feelings for you in the henna paste decorating your skin.

“Done,” he leaned back. You gasped in awe, lifting your hands up to admire them. “Minajael, its gorgeous!” The soft scent of the paste wafted in the summer air. Beyond your hands, he smiled. “Yeah,” he agreed, eyes still locked on your smile. Gorgeous, indeed.

You stretched, being careful not to smudge the henna paste. “Perhaps you should head back,” he said quietly. It was already late. The sun was already setting. Still, you were loathe to leave Minajael, and it seemed he was too.

“Yeah, just… maybe in a minute?” Gingerly, you rested your hands on the bench, “Just until it dries?” Minajael snorted, shaking his head. “Sure.” Nevermind that your henna was already as dry as could be, flaking off onto the ground beneath you.

You rested your head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. It was only when you’d finally drifted off to sleep, Minajael finally got the courage to slip his hand into yours.

He brought your hand up, studying the design. Unfurling jasmine flowers blossomed up your arm, framing the intricate mandala on your palm. Loops and swirls twisted up your fingers, and on your palm was an open flower. Selfishly, Minajael found himself turning your hand over to see your palm.

It didn’t take him long to find it. Among the mini flower petals, hidden in the design, was his own name written in his original tongue. He brushed his thumb over it wistfully, leaning his head on yours.

It was selfish of Minajael to write his name on you, and he knew it. He, who loathed the idea of being married off, hiding a part of him in your henna design. It was normal for engaged couples to hide their names in the others’ henna designs, and maybe he’d just wanted to see what it would be like. Having your name in his, and his name in yours. He snorted softly. Maybe he wouldn’t be so defiant of the suitors and suitresses who paraded into his palace if one of them was you.

As Minajael stared at your hand, the thought dawned on him. He snorted with a half-smile. The irony of his name placement on your hand wasn’t lost on him.

Of course he’d written his name there. You had him in the palm of your hand, after all.

*slams the door open*

THIS IS MY OFFICIAL CONTRIBUTION TO THE RSA HYPE THANK YOU FOR READING!!

Can’t wait to write more when rsa gets fully revealed!! Until next time~

Xoxo Calci!! <3