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The plot bunnies got to me so here's a thinkpiece. Or something. No beta. No proof read. Excuse the typos.
You are the heir/ess to a large estate and your family wants you to marry into nobility to get a title. However, your heart lies with your childhood friend, the son of the butler. Your family's announcement that you're to be wed to an older stranger for the sake of the family broke your heart. On a rainy day, you met with your secret lover to elope but both of you were caught. You were locked inside your room, and got extremely depressed as days passed. Until you couldn't even move or eat.
Concerned with your health and how it will affect the wedding in a few month's time, your parents sent you to the seaside villa to recuperate.
There you were forced to go on a beach daily, your maid pushing your wheelchair clumsily on the sands. The dreaded days pass and you still felt like a husk of a human being. Until one night, you received a letter from your lover that he would come for you soon in a boat to spirit you away.
The world filled with colors again and you were able to gain back your strength. In your excitement, you ran into the night until you find yourself screaming in glee towards the ocean.
But you were not alone. A pair of mismatched eyes watched you from afar—curious how a human who seemed near death for days suddenly looked so vibrant. So the creature continued to observe the human.
On a cloudy night, you once again took a walk without your attendance, intending to wait for your lover near the beach side, hoping tonight was the night he would come. But instead of your lover's voice, you heard strange grunts. Concerned it might be your beloved, you ran towards the noise only to find a wounded creature. You could not make out what he is, he was clearly not human as he was far too large and had long iridescent tail the shone near a jagged bleeding wounds.
You should have run away, the creature was not part of your world. But your heart quivered at the thought of your beloved suffering the same fate somewhere far away.
If my love was harmed, I would wish for someone to help him, too.
Love is a sickness and it muddles the brain, so against your better judgment you help the mysterious creature and tended to his wounds the best you could that night.
The next day your maid found you sleeping on the beach, surrounded by luminous pearls and seashells.
You thought it would be the last time you saw the creature but each night since then, when you took your nightly walks you would meet him near the shores. At first he was far away, just observing you. But as days went by, you were close enough to converse. Or as close it is to be a conversation, as you could not understand each other. Or maybe it's just you who did not understand him. Being close enough to talk led you to find out that the creature was a "merman", or something close to it. He's appearance looked widely different from the fairy tale books you've once read as a child. His teeth were sharp, his gaze sharper still. His tail is the color of moss and his body is large as a tree. If you were a sailor you would have called him a monster, but you knew him so you know he was a friend. A curious friend who liked looking over your shoulder and looking at the apothecary books you studied (to find employment once you reunite with your lover).
"Mr. Jade! Mr. Jade!" You called out for him.
Finding your dear friends name was a challenge, because you could not comprehend his little nips and clicks. It was a game of charades all day until he dove into the sea and came back with a water worn music box. Barnacles and moss clung around the ballerina's ceramic legs, and it made a pitiful sound when he opened it to show you jewels within. What caught your eye was a beautiful green bangle. It was made of jade... and fit perfectly around your wrist.
His eyes smiled at your excited visage. He always seem to get a laugh whenever you get flustered or make a fool of yourself. He patted the rock neck to him as you neared, but instead you shook your head and shoved a letter near his face.
"My love has come for me!" You excitedly squealed, screaming in glee as you raised the letter in the moonlight. You read the letter out loud to your friend, excited to share the news. With every line said your smile got wider while your friend's polite smile stayed."I'm so happy! Finally, we can be together!" You threw your hands around the merman, your bearing heart against his cold chest.
His large arms wound itself around your smaller form, sharp nails gently running through your scalp. From afar it would truly be a horrific sight, of a human and a creature sharing an embrace. But you knew Mr. Jade, a companion you found comfort as time flew by agonizingly.
"My love says he'll meet me in a fortnight." You say, voice taking into a serious tone as you broke the embrace."He said he had found someone to help us flee...but a fortnight is also when my uncle is to fetch me to return to the capital..." Skin broke as nails dug into fists."I...need time. Mr. Jade...can you please—"
A cool sensation touched your cheeks. His clawed hands gently cup your face, mismatched eyes softly gazing into your tearful ones. All your fears melted away as he pulled you close, nodding his head before his forehead met yours in a comforting gesture.
"Thank you..."
You never thought it would end like this. You were supposed to be happy. But life , it seems, was not a fairytale. The chase was followed by bullets, and blood ran like water down the drain. Your love had tried to escape with you through a boat, yet you two were met with an ambush. He was able to dodge the bullet, but before he could retaliate the boat rocked and he fell into the waters. You had tried to jump to help him, but your uncle's men caught you before you could.
Time felt like it stopped as you waited for your love to arise from the waters. For any sign at all he was alive. You screamed for his name as you were cuffed and dragged on the port.
"Shut up you ungrateful—!" Your uncle's voice was caught off as a giant wave, none you ever seen before, came crashing down. There was no time to run, and you could barely keep yourself from being sucked into the waters if you did not grab onto a lying anchor.
Seawater burned your eyes. The world was not but a blurry vision of the sun setting beneath the horizon. Your sputtered and coughed, heaving for air. By the time your senses came to you, all was eerily at peace except for the lightning the broke the clouds.
You called your lover's name once again. Nothing in your mind but him. Hands tied, you crawled to the ends of the broken boardwalk towards the angry waters. Your mind is too occupied of your love to see the floating bodies torn by claws, teeth and suckers.
A familiar green figure rose from the waters carrying a body wearing a familiar clothed you once gifted...for a moment hoped soared...then in plummeted as quickly like a bird shot by an arrow as the body flopped lifeless on the boardwalk. Your aquatic friend gazing forlorn into your eyes.
A scream tore through the thunderous sky as young love came to meet it's end.
"NO!NO!NO!" You cried as Jade cut through your bindings. You ran and stumbled, falling upon your lover's cold body. There was a hole in his chest."NO, my love no! Please please, come back to me!" You cried out, holding his face. Desperate, you even tried to perform CPR to no avail.
You looked around you for something to help with the bleeding. Hysterical, you clung to Jade. "Please...please help..I..I don't know what to do.. do you, do you have an herbs or...hic..please Mr. Jade...we have to save him!!!" You begged, shaking the mer. He only shook his head with guilt. "Ah...ah....AHHHHHH!!!!"
You screamed until your voice was hoarse. Screamed until the sky equally met your grief—the wind howling like monsters laughing at your sorrows.
But nothing was uglier than the familiar voices of your parents calling for your from afar. Telling you—ordering you— to come back to them. To their cage.
Sorrow and anger filled your veins and burning tears fell as you glanced at your lover's corpse. The world felt dark. And you've no more energy to live...with the last of your strength, you crawled back to him and put your palm on his bleeding heart.
One last kiss.
Something in Jade's chest squeezes as he watches his dearest kiss the man. But his emotion didn't match his appearance, his face a perfect mimic of a friend sharing one's mourning.
And besides, what is it to be jealous of a dead man? A weak human who couldn't even escape his grip; who kicked and screamed until his last breath like a pathetic guppy.
It was a pleasure to dig his claw into his heart.
"Ne ne Jade~ could we rip those guys apart, too? Their screaming is pissing me off." His twin complained, stalking above the waves towards his dearest's parents and guards.
From his peripheral, the mer-eel could see the men aiming their guns, but Jade made no movements."Azul can make use of those cowardly men...so make sure to live some alive..." He says, while the octomer from down under nodded in agreement.
"Mr. Jade..." He heard (name) call out.
Their eyes are void of light like the depths of the ocean.
Beautiful.
"I... I don't want to be here anymore."
Gently he coaxed them into his arms, offering warmth he does not have.
The sound of bullets clashed with the thunder's roar. And as the lightning flashed like vengeance down the sea, two figures dropped into the deep.
Down down down into the abyss where love and cruelty blurs into one.
Hi I was wondering if your still accepting Drabble requests ; would it be ok if I request yandere Yokai Deuce who trying to keep his temper in check but loses it when darling wants to leave.
I was thinking a oni Deuce cause oni are known for their temper and fighting spirit ; and it reminded me of delinquent deuce who wants to change for the better.
However tengu deuce with bird qualities who wanna keep you in the nest to keep you safe also works 🤔
Tw: Yandere
Bleeding knuckles.
A wall, or what remained of its once, pristine surface. A crater, crumbling with every shaky breath you took. Each piece falling, grains of sand in a hourglass. Ticking, second by second.
Like the rattling beat of your heart, thumping right against the bone of your ribcage. Threatening to break free, to tear itself out of its prison of flesh. You scramble, pressing your back flat against the wall.
Keeping yourself away from the… beast. Hunched over in front of you, eyes glowering like the flames engulfing a burning village. Deuce, you once called him. Softer pet names have been used, before.
Now? All you could really use to describe him was monster. An oni, bloodlust and rage. The wall was a clear testament to that, really. And all you said was:
“I think we should take a break from each other for awhile.”
He glances in your direction, before shuffling slowly over on his knees. Tentatively, carefully, arms open, as if he was cornering a panicked animal…. In order to catch it, and send it off to the slaughter.
You can’t help but flinch when his hand caresses your cheek, drawing back from him. Deuce clicks his tongue, pursing his lips. Biting back his rage… at least, the best he could. Hands wrap themselves around your shoulders, his claws digging deep into your flesh, your blood flowing, intertwining with his own….
“No.”
Soft. But firm. His voice, a faint whisper.
“You don’t get to leave me.”
Deuce leans in closer, a low growl rumbling from the depths of his chest.
“I’ve been so good for you, acting tame, being your good boy… all for you.”
His grip tightens, fangs peeking from his lips as his voice increases in volume, practically shouting at you:
“SO DON’T YOU DARE EVER LEAVE ME!”
A dry sob wrecks his chest, before his head dips into your shoulder, tears dripping onto your shirt.
Summary : You try to set boundaries. The tweels don’t care at all.
Contains : reader referred to as different nicknames rather than a set placeholder , reader trying to have some control as the handler and kind of failing , fluffy sorry if the title + summary makes it seem otherwise , the tweels are little shits and reader is tired of it
A/N : this is supposed to be a hybrid au thing, but it definitely isn’t obvious since they’re already mers ;v: also it’s incredibly short because i’m trying to get used to actually writing
Word Count : 382
You grumble angrily, squeezing at the end of your shirt to get the aquarium water out.
That was the third time they’ve dragged you into their tank this week. It’s Tuesday.
“Alright, that’s it—“ At your interjection, the boys pause in their fit of cackling, looking over at you with humor still in their eyes. You stomp closer to the tank, being careful of how close you actually go.
“New rule,” You could barely even finish saying that last word before Floyd starts groaning as loudly as he could and Jade pouts at you with the most pitiful expression he could muster.
“New rule,” Spat out with a bit more force, you continue, “no dragging me into the water anymore.”
Immediate disapproval. Floyd starts flopping around on the water’s surface as if he were a dying fish (which he will be if he keeps testing you), and Jade intensifies the pout, even adding a couple tears in the mix.
“Shrimpyyyy~ Pleeeeaaase Shrimpyyyy…” Floyd whines, his voice shaking from the amount of fucking flopping he was doing.
“You don’t understand, my dear… It’s our way of expressing love,” Jade adds, propping his elbows on the edge of the tank and cradling his face, which wore a cartoonishly sad expression.
“Like hell it is,” you say, already walking away with your supplies to put back in the storage closet. It’s 5:58 p.m., almost closing time. You do not get paid overtime: you do not want to stay past your shift.
Floyd starts his attempt at crawling onto the handlers’ dock. Horrifyingly enough, he manages to get decently far. When you look back after setting down a bucket and notice this frightening occurrence, you hurriedly rush over to kick him back into the water.
Despite his complaints, you know he’s fine—his skin is extremely thick.
Probably his skull too, considering he grabs your ankle at the last second to drag you in thewaterafteryouSPECIFICALLYSAID—
Splash!
You’re soaked again. From underneath the water, you hear giggles where the twins have retreated.
It’s 6:02. You aren’t being paid overtime.
You got wet just now… for no money.
Jade pops back above the surface. Maybe an apology?
Nope. A drive-by splash. Throws water in your face and immediately dips back under, giggling even harder than before.
SUMMARY: He wanted to take advantage of that collaboration with Foothill Town to have a date with you. However, someone unexpectedly joins you, but that doesn’t stop him from surprising you in the end.
CHARACTERS: Jade Leech x Reader
TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Newly Dating; Flirting; Kiss
WARNING: Spoilers from Jade SSR La Bonbonnière
WORD COUNT: 4.420 words
COMMENTS: This was written before the cards were released on the English server, so I based it on @mysteryshoptls translations. And @ Valkyriii on youtube. You can read here the translated Vignette and Voice Lines.
This was also written as a supplement to the vignette’s story, therefore some parts that are identical are summarized.
And this new fanfic series is my way of celebrating 6K Subscribers. Thank you so much! ❤️
VIGNETTE CONTEXT: A collaborative project between Foothill Town and Night Raven College that aims to promote potential places to visit on Sage’s Island involves asking the birthday student to select an outfit that catches his eye from one of the options provided by the town’s tailor, and showcase a place on the island he would recommend.
You were chosen to film him in his new outfit, presenting the place he chooses and explaining why he likes it. The long-standing pâtisserie, Bonbon Recette, will also have a birthday cake prepared for him.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Jade wouldn't mind revealing that you two are dating. But on the other hand, he doesn't like people knowing too much about his life, and your relationship is still very recent, so he'd like to start in secret so you can explore your relationship more calmly. That and it's also fun to say ambiguous things that confuse other people.
“So, we’re to showcase Sage’s Island, is it?” Jade says, walking with you down the Main Street of Night Raven College. “It seems like it'll be a birthday that's a little different from usual. Not only that, but it's also my first birthday with you as my partner. Heheh. I'm looking forward to it. Now then... Whatever shall I have my lovely assistant (Y/N)-san do for me first, I wonder?” He smirks with his sharp teeth.
You don't take a step back, you just smile, in a complicit manner.
“Not even a hint of tension, I see.” He sighs, still with an amused smile. “It seems that this is the price I must pay for an intimate relationship with you. Very well...” He leans in to whisper in your ear. “...we'll see how long you can keep your composure today.” He straightens up. “But until then, please accompany me in choosing an outfit.”
Already in Foothill Town, at the tailor's Sewing Room, you help Jade choose his birthday outfit. He says that since wearing clothes is something very new to him, he still has difficulty choosing outfits to go out in.
“So having you here with me is truly reassuring, (Y/N)-san.” Jade says. “I'd like to hear your opinions on various things.”
It's one of two things: either he really needed help or he was provoking you, because each color combination he chose was worse than the last. A white suit with large red polka dots or a bright purple shirt to pair with a golden suit.
“That one doesn't appeal to you either?” He says with his pitying smile. “My, my, what a predicament. You have quite the specific tastes, don't you, (Y/N)-san? Although... I should have known that by now, since you chose me to be your boyfriend after all. In that case, what do you think would be good? I'd love to hear your dependable opinion.”
“I think the brown jacket would suit you.” You suggest.
“I see. It has a nice and tight silhouette. However... Do you not think it too simple of an outfit? I feel like you would be able to select something with a bit more pizzazz.”
You know Jade well enough to know that this was his veiled way of saying, ‘I expected you to have more interesting taste.’ Especially because of the cynical way he was smiling.
“Well, after the atrocious pieces you've been choosing, I was afraid that if I gave you something with a bit more pizzazz, you'd eventually ruin the rest of the look.” You reply.
“Ouch... Such harsh words, my dear. Here I was, showing my vulnerability regarding my difficulty in understanding the aesthetic sense on land, only for you to humiliate me with it. *sniff*.”
“Oh, please, you were doing that on purpose to provoke me.” You smirk. “I could even bet that you enjoy seeing me annoyed at you.”
“Enjoy? Heh heh. Are you perhaps implying that I derive some kind of pleasure from that?” He smirks back.
“Do you?”
He just stands there smiling for a moment.
“Isn't this one of those questions you should figure out the answer by yourself? From what I've heard, many relationships involve these kinds of questions that only the other person can answer correctly. But we shouldn't dwell on this matter. We must choose an outfit for today within a reasonable length of time. Otherwise, what might people imagine has transpired between us here if we take too long?” His sharp teeth show through his smile.
“What are you talking about? Nothing happened.”
“But they don't know that. And often people tend to create their own versions of events they don't knowing the truth about.”
“And what if the version they would create was the true one?” You suggest, immediately causing Jade's eyebrows to rise.
“Oh~” He smiles, showing his sharp teeth, with considerable interest and curiosity in his eyes. “And how do you think that scenario would play out?”
“Well~” You approach him with, holding a checkered coat behind your back. “Maybe something like...” You hand him the new coat.
“You trying on a bunch of clothes until you finally find the right one because your partner is too ‘picky’.”
He sighs, amusedly disappointed.
“You torture me, my dear.”
“How about a checkered coat?” You ask.
“This one... gives off a bright and airy feel.” Jade smiles. “The buttons and flair around the wrists are also exquisite. I think I like it as well. It’s not something I would have chosen for myself, so it does feel nice.” He looks at you, captivated. “I knew there was no need to worry, with you to help me. You truly are a dependable person.”
“Oh, please, as if you were going to worry at all.” You say. “I bet I could make you dress up as a clown and you'd still find it interesting.”
“It would definitely be a unique social experience.” He smiles with his eyebrows arched upwards. “But I still have my reservations about using such clothing. Especially in public.”
“After the color combination you suggested earlier? Nobody would guess.” You laugh.
“Such mean words.” He says, with a feigned heartbreak expression. “And directed at the birthday boy after demonstrating such vulnerability regarding my difficulty in understanding the aesthetic sense on land. *sniff*”
“Are you accusing me of using other people's vulnerabilities against them? Looks like I learned from the best, then.”
“Hahaha. Indeed. And how amusing to see you believing you're the one with the upper hand.”
“Believing...? Heh. And how amusing it is to see you liking it~”
He smiles with his sharp teeth, slightly flushed, and with that curious and interested look.
“Are you perhaps trying to insinuate something?”
“To insinuate? Oh, no...” You approach him, his eyes unwavering on you for no second. “I'm simply stating a fact. Now...” You hand him the coat. “Start the clothing fitting. We have a schedule to keep, remember?”
“Heh heh... Has you wish, my love~”
You step away to look at more clothes, he always keeping a curious gaze on you.
You help him prepare the clothes and let him try them on in the fitting room.
“I’ve finished dressing.” Jade says, emerging from behind the fitting room curtains. He was wearing the light brown checkered coat, dark brown trousers and a dark brown turtleneck sweater. Around his neck were two pearl necklaces and two thin gold chains, on his head a dark brown beret. “Fu fu. You seem to be enjoying what you're seeing quite a lot.” He smiles. “I’m pleased to see it. Now that we're all set, let's head out. It seems like it will be a pleasant day.
“We’ve arrived.” Jade says, walking arm in arm with you through the streets of Foothill Town. “I come around this area quite often. There are several shops that carry tea leaves. Another place I visit often is... perhaps the general goods store. I usually go there to look for containers for terrariums.”
You were listening to him talking excitedly about terrariums when someone spotted you.
“Oh hey, it’s Jade-kun and (Y/N)-chan!” Cater greets you and approaches.
But Jade won't let go of your arm, not yet.
“Jade, your fit is so cute and on point~” Cater praises him. “...Wait a moment, are you two about to start that special birthday filming?”
“Good afternoon, Cater. I appreciate the compliment, but such praise should be directed at (Y/N). They were the ones who carefully selected each piece of clothing for me. A simply formidable assistant.” He says with that charming smile that every Octavinelle student has. “And yes, as you guessed, we're on our way to the location we'll be introducing.”
“You know... Not wanting to be the type to pry into people's affairs and start rumors, but...” Cater smirks. “The way you talk and the way you two are arm in arm, anyone could assume you're together.”
“Truly?” Jade feigns surprise. “Is the simple fact that I honestly compliment someone and am physically close to them on a cool day enough for people to assume a romantic relationship? Well, as you said, we don't want unwanted rumors to start.” He lets go of your arm. “I just wanted to help (Y/N) warm up a little more. It's a common practice among merfolk when the water temperature drops abruptly. But I must adapt to the land's culture so as not to create misunderstandings. Thank you for your concern, Cater.”
“O-oh, is that really a merfolk thing? C-cool, and hum, sorry, I didn't mean to imply anything, really.” Cater apologizes somewhat awkwardly.
“Don't worry, you just let us know. And I'm grateful for that.” Jade reassures him. Knowing Jade, there's a good chance that what he said was a lie.
“Hey, about the filming. Can I tag along? I’m so curious to know what you’ve chosen to show off. Of course, if there’s anything I can do to help, I’ll do it! I’m pretty knowledgeable about how to take great photos and videos”
“That is very reassuring.” Jade smiles. “Please do come with us, then.”
Even if you glance at Jade, he won't look back at you, but something tells you he really wanted to laugh a little at your reaction at that moment.
“Yay~ Thanks for letting me join. By the way, what sort of place are we heading to?”
“This karaoke parlor.” Jade points to a nearby establishment.
“Huuh~ I come here a bunch, too. But I can’t say I expected you to choose a karaoke joint, Jade.”
“Oh, is that so? I am rather fond of it, as it comes very well-equipped. I do hope my usual room is available... I shall go check-in inside, so please wait a moment.”
“It’s well-equipped...?” You hear Cater questioning as Jade walks away. “Mmm, isn’t this just a regular karaoke place, though?”
Luckily, according to Jade, he has been provided with the room he was hoping for. You set up the camera and start filming.
“Today, I shall be showcasing Foothill Town’s karaoke place.” Jade says to the camera naturally. “It is a very popular location amongst students, with plenty of private rooms to choose from. Amongst those rooms, my go-to choice is... The Party Room that can accommodate up to 50 people!” It was a huge room with a mirror ball on the ceiling. “This room alone contains fully-functional lighting effect capabilities that allows you to simulate being at a live performance. One can bask centerstage in the spotlight and sing as much as they want. Please enjoy to your hearts content a grand solo karaoke concert.”
You finish recording.
“That concludes the facility introduction.” Jade says. “Did the video recording go smoothly?”
You confirm, and he smiles contentedly. Like you, Cater is also surprised that Jade reserved that entire room just for himself. Jade explains that the room isn't used regularly and they’ll allow bookings without charging any extra fees.
Cater asks Jade to sing a song and Jade says he feels a little shy but shall perform one song. However, despite his beautiful voice, what he sang was... strange.
“That was refreshing.” Jade says after his performance. “This song really is wonderful.”
“Th-That was a very unique karaoke session, that’s for sure~” Cater says. “Jade, can I ask you something? What was that whole spoken intro...?”
“Of course. You see, I love tea, but the proper brewing techniques were quite difficult to get a handle on.” Jade explains. “Around the time I came to land, I thought I would attempt to memorize the steps by reciting them while listening to my favorite songs. Thus, I became accustomed to providing that narration each time. I merely hoped to be able to show you how I would normally sing it. However, it seems I may have gotten a little too carried away as I went on... The chorus came out quite bombastically. How embarrassing.”
“Aah, so that was because you just got too into it, huh... Right, okay... Hey, (Y/N)-chan, you were pretty surprised too, right?”
You confirm.
“My heightened emotions may have also been because of the lightning effects present.” Jade says with a smile. “Whenever I sing here, I get carried away. Oh, yes. We still have some time, so why not the two of you try as well?”
“Ooh, sounds great! Yeah, the three of us should sing together! I can teach you two a song that’s real fire right now!” Cater agrees.
If you also agree like Cater:
“It truly makes me happy that you're as enthusiastic as I am about this.” Jade then addresses you directly, but subtly, with his gaze. “I'm quite eager to hear your singing voice.”
If you are shy and hesitate at first:
“Aw, there's no need to be shy.” Jade tells you with that smile that's hard to decipher. “It's just the three of us here. I'm sure you'll do great. And even if singing isn't your strong suit...” His smile becomes sharper and slightly mocking. “It'll certainly be fun anyway, which is the most important thing, right?”
After you had fun at the karaoke, you went to Bonbon Recette, the pâtisserie where Jade's special birthday cake was waiting for him.
“Heh, what a delicious looking chestnut cake.” Jade says. “The small mountain-like shape is quite charming.”
Cater suggests taking a picture of the birthday boy while he's tasting the cake, and you do so. After tasting it, Jade says that the flavorful chestnuts and mellow sweetness are absolutely superb. While you all enjoyed the cake and some other sweets, Cater showed you some ways that you and Jade could edit the video.
“You are truly very knowledgeable about editing techniques, Cater.” Jade says. “I am very grateful for you sharing your tips with us. Your help was invaluable today. Thank you.”
“Well thank you~” Cater says, flattered. “It's also always good to have an attentive and interested student.”
“But, if I may bring up the subject, I noticed you ate almost nothing. Are the pastries not to your liking?”
“Oh. N-no, the pastries are amazing and so beautiful. I'm just... hum... full, that's all.”
“Already? You must have eaten recently then. That's a shame.” His smile becomes slightly more wicked. “I heard that videos of people eating large amounts of food are trending. And since the sweets here are so beautiful, I thought I'd help you record a video eating as much of them as possible for your social media. As a thank you for your help today.”
“Oh, t-that's very k-kind of you, b-but don't worry about that.” Cater tries to dismiss it, worried. “You don't need to do that for me, really. I only helped because I wanted to. I don't need anything in return.”
“I understand... However, I am aware that you know...” His smile grows sharper. “We in Octavinelle don't like to receive something without being able to reciprocate as a thank you. I would owe you one, which is not something I like to leave unpaid.”
“Oh... t-that... well... I'd have to think about it, you know... I don't know what I could ask for in-”
“Mostro Lounge has a new special dish that started being served yesterday.” Jade quickly suggests. “A spicy dish. I heard they're your favorites. But you haven't had the chance to try it yet, have you? I don't recall seeing you there these days. Perhaps I could offer you a first course free of charge?”
“F-for real?!”
“But of course. After all, I'm one of the cooks. Here. Take this.” Jade pulls out his magic pen and takes a napkin, where he writes something and signs it, then hands it to Cater. “This should serve as proof of my offer. But I fear that this type of napkin is made of a material that won't hold this ink for very long. You should go to Mostro Lounge and speak with Azul, to see if he can offer you the plate or replace it with a more formal and lasting note.”
“And with this... we're even, right?”
“Correct.” Jade confirms with his polite smile.
“Thanks Jade. I'd better go now then. And once again, happy birthday~.”
After Cater leaves, you look at Jade suspiciously.
“What's the mater, dear? I thought you'd be happy once I chased Cater away.” He smirks. “After all, you were so disappointingly surprised when I accepted his request to join us.” He chuckles at your reaction. “Forgive me. I just wanted to take advantage of his expertise with videos and social media. He offered some very useful advice, don't you agree? Worry not. There's something I'd like to do just with you, and we're perfectly on time to do so.” He gets up. “Excuse me for a moment.”
You see Jade walk over to the counter and speak to the waiter. As Jade returns to sit down next to you again, the waiter finishes what he was doing and leaves the counter, as if to attend to another task.
“They are preparing the room for us.” Jade tells you with a smile. “We just need to wait.”
“It's not another karaoke room for 50 people, is it?” You ask.
“Hahahah. Quite the opposite, actually. This one in comparison might be a little more... claustrophobic. Fufu.”
Later, the waiter come to your table to inform you that everything is ready and ask you to follow him to a room next door. The waiter opens the door for you, and Jade gestures for you to go in first. It was small with a quite chic decor, but strangely there was only one thing in that room: a table. The only chairs were miniature ones on top of that table, as well as miniatures of a round table and a sofa.
“Oh, were you expecting more furniture?” Jade asks with that slightly mocking smile. “I'm sorry, but I'm afraid this is all we're having.”
The waiter arrives with a small Mont Blanc and places it on the table. Nothing else, no cutlery, no napkins, nothing, just the dessert. Jade thanks the waiter as he leaves, closing the door and giving you privacy. Ambient jazz music also began to play from the small speakers in the corners of the room.
“A quite lovely atmosphere, indeed~” Jade gently takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the back of it. “Thank you for sharing your wonderful singing voice with me today.” He comes closer and holds you by the waist in a half-hug. “I actually rather enjoyed the opportunity to sing karaoke with you.” He whispers and kisses your cheek. “I had been longing for it for quite some time.” He kisses your cheek again. “I wonder what it would be like in a different musical style... Alas...”
He breaks the hug and picks up the Mont Blanc.
“This is what I wanted to try with you. It's a recipe with a touch of magic. From what I've heard, it's part of a couple's experience.” He runs his index finger through the cream and brings it close to your lips. “Would you like to have the honors?”
You look at the cream, and then at him, with a clearly suspicious expression.
“Oh? Don't you trust me?” He says with feigned sadness. “Such a devastating predicament. My own partner finds me suspicious.” His mischievous grin returns. “Which not only proves how intelligent you are, but also reminds me why I fell in love with you.”
He is charmed by the smile you give him.
“I promise you it's not some trick that will ruin the experience. As I said, it's part of the process. But I would really like you to try it first. Wouldn't you humor me? Not even on my birthday?... Sweetheart~”
He was using powerful words to soften you up. But also, it was indeed his birthday. So you sigh and give in. You lick his finger, which surprises him and makes his cheeks blush slightly.
“Well... Thank you~” Jade smiles.
You feel a tingling sensation all over your body and, suddenly, you shrink! Jade grabs you while you shrink, until you're the size of a doll. Slightly bigger than the joint of his hands.
“Fufufufu... Hahahaha” His laughter sounded malevolent, and his eyes stared down at you in a dark, shadowy way. “You poor soul. You really are a sucker for words of afection.” He lifts you by the back of your clothes, above his head, and tilts it upwards. “You know, those little nibbles around your neck never satisfied me. I want to know how all of you taste~”
He opens his sharp mouth like a giant shark and you start to struggle. It's when you're about to kick him in the nose that he stops and starts laughing heartily.
“There, there~” He slowly and carefully sets you down on the table. “My apologies, but I really enjoy giving you... an adrenaline rush.” He smiles innocently.
“You're apologizing to me a lot today.” You say. “Now try the cake and join me. Face me on equal size.”
“You know that even so, I'll still be taller than you, right?” He laughs smugly. “This magic works in respect to proportions.”
If you show that you're annoyed, he'll laugh even more. He runs his finger through the Mont Blanc cream, sits at the table, and licks his finger. In an instant, he's the same size as you.
“Well, I assume you already know why the only chairs available are miniature-sized.” He says, as he walks towards you. “It's just a shame that part of the service isn't a miniature tea set as well. Although it may be an old-fashioned romantic setting, it's always a pleasure to serve you tea.”
“To see my reaction to whatever you add to the recipe?” You ask with a new, suspicious look.
“Fufufu. You know me so well, my dear.” He says with his innocent smile. “But since we don't have tea, only chairs and a big sofa, what would you suggest we do?”
“There's something else we have here.” You say.
“There is?” He gives you a curious look. “And what would that be?”
You point behind him, he turns around and sees the Mont Blanc, now about the same size as you. When he looks back at you, you slightly shake the camera in your hands.
“Oh, you want to take a picture of the Mont Blanc?” His tone sounds a little disappointed, despite his smile.
“I want to take a picture of it with you.”
“With me? At this size? Heheh, with no doubt, a photo I didn't expect to have taken of me today. But before I pose for that picture, tell me...” He leans in, bringing his face close to yours, your noses almost touching as he whispers. “Would you like me to provide a photo from today... for your eyes only~?”
He is pleased with your reaction. He smirks, and straightens up.
“In that case, would you like to make a deal?” The words flow from his mouth with that wicked charm that any Octavinelle student possesses when uttering the same question. “I will pose for you however you wish. And in return...” His smile becomes more desirous. “You will let me do whatever I please with you in this room.”
“This doesn't seem like a balanced agreement.”
“I never said there would be a limit to the number of photos.” He adds. “Any photo you want, at any time you want, anywhere in this room. All just for you. That would be perfect material for blackmail.” His smile is mischievous when he says this, but it quickly becomes sweeter when he says what follows. “But of course, I trust you not to use any of that against me. Similarly, you should only accept the conditions knowing that I wouldn't do anything to hurt you.”
You remain silent for a few seconds.
“Perhaps it's too early to talk about that kind of trust in someone who made your tongue numb with the tea they brewed for you once. But I drank a cup of it right after as well. I still remember how you laughed at my awkward diction. I can always add a clause stating that you can terminate the agreement at any time, but you will have to delete all photos in return. If that would make you more at ease...”
“Deal.” You end up agreeing. “With that clause.”
Jade smiles with pleasure.
“I'm glad you feel confident enough to accept my proposal. Now...” He places his index finger and thumb to hold your chin and tilt your head. “How would you like me to model for you~?”
You instruct him to sit on the plate with the Mont Blanc and try posing like a real model in fashion magazines to see what he would do. He eventually lost his smile and looked at you with that impassive expression and penetrating gaze. Just as you instructed and as he understood the task.
After you take the photos, he gets up.
“Are there any other photos you'd like to take at the moment?” He asks, in that servant's tone.
You say no for now and ask what he would like to do. It would be his turn to enjoy the benefits of the agreement. The most seductively mischievous smile spreads across his lips, revealing his sharp teeth, while his half-closed eyes gaze at you and he draws closer.
“Me? Fufufu. What I have been hoping to do ever since I heard about this special service~”
One of his hands grabs you by the waist, while the other holds your hand. He spins you around, as if dancing, until he lays you down on the sofa. He lets his beret drop before he positions himself on top of you.
“To devour you privately~”
He attacks your neck with passionate kisses, but he does it brushing the sharp tips of his teeth against your skin, lightly enough to give you chills and get your adrenaline pumping. He moves down to your shoulder, where he finally bites you, hard enough to leave a mark, but never enough to draw blood. He moves back up your neck, leaving the occasional hickeys. He takes his time on your jaw, because he wants to further increase your desire for him to kiss your lips. And when he finally does, you feel all that passion, desire, and hunger that he hides behind his well-behaved facade.
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I don't know how to start this since we were just talking in our dms
May I have our prototype enabler Yuu? The less freakier, aware that a bunch of yanderes are trying to have him, but being the type to prefer the yans to hide the things they're doing instead of showing their nature to him. The "as long as nobody is hurt", giving them their clothes when they ask him to, or whatever other thing they want, but with the motto "what the eyes don't perceive, the heart doesn't feel". With Jade and Vil, but any other character would be good if you want to add more
Absolutely love the freaky enabler Yuu, but also love our first son
None Of My Business | Yan!Omega Jade & Vil x Willing (?) Alpha M!Yuu
A/N: Writing this was super fun honestly. Very self indulgent fic. Yuu both enables and doesn't enable the omegas depending on the context.
Yuu noticed how everyone around him was acting weirder and weirder by the day, but he honestly preferred to just look the other way and play dumb. When omegas asked for his scented stuff, he handed it over without a second thought. Want his daily schedule? No problem. Need a literal map of Ramshackle? He kept already has copies. Want him to leave his window unlocked at night? You got it.
As long as the omegas got what they wanted, he was down to play along. His only rule? Keep him out of the loop. He didn't want the details, and he definitely didn't need them. Total win-win, right? Well, until it wasn't. Because sometimes, things go a little too far, and even he can't pretend he doesn't see it. Sevens, save him, because he might actually have to step in this time.
When it comes to his obsession, Jade is remarkably laid back compared to his peers. Rather than immediately resorting to outbursts or physical violence, he relies on a series of calm, calculated moves designed to quietly isolate Yuu and keep rival omegas at bay.
It's a subtle, almost invisible boundary he draws around Yuu. Despite the unsettling nature of his frequent stalking, Yuu genuinely appreciates Jade's level headed approach, especially compared to his brother's much more chaotic and unpredictable temperament. Still, no matter how much Yuu values that rationality, it's impossible not to feel even a little chill down their spine from time to time, knowing Jade's watchful eyes are always lingering in the shadows.
While studying for tomorrow's history test in the NRC library, Yuu could feel a pair of lingering eyes burning into his back. He chose to ignore it, getting stared at around campus had practically become a part of his daily routine at this point. However, he froze mid movement when he caught sight of a familiar shadow lurking in the corner of the library.
"Is- Is that Jade?" Yuu thought, but the moment the question crossed his mind, the shadow disappeared. It was odd, to say the least. Brushing it off, Yuu tried to focus back on his notes, but the nagging feeling remained. Deep down, he knew that shadow was still hiding somewhere in the library, its gaze completely fixated on him.
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Walking down the bustling corridor the next morning, Yuu's eyes automatically locked onto a familiar, towering figure lingering just a few steps outside his classroom door. It was impossible to miss him, standing out like a sore thumb in the middle of the chaotic student traffic.
"Jade?" Yuu spoke up as he approached. At the sound of his name, the eel omega smoothly turned around, seamlessly dropping his watchful posture to offer his signature, impeccably courteous smile.
"Ah, Prefect, what a delightful coincidence! Heading to class, I presume? The hallways are quite rowdy today. How about I escort you the rest of the way?"
Yuu stopped in his tracks, narrowing his eyes slightly as he took in Jade's picture perfect display of surprise. "Jade."
"Hm? Is something the matter?" Jade replied, tilting his head with an expression of pure, unbothered innocence that could have fooled anyone else.
"I gave you a physical copy of my entire weekly schedule just last week." Yuu pointed out dryly, crossing his arms. He opened his mouth to call him out on the blatant lie, fully prepared to bring up the shadowy figure from the library the day before, too. But the words died in his throat. Looking into Jade's calm, amused eyes, Yuu realized exactly how pointless it was to argue. Jade knew he knew, and he simply didn't care.
Letting out a defeated sigh, Yuu rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I- actually, you know what? Never mind. I don't have the energy. Sure, lead the way."
Jade hummed softly, seemingly delighted by Yuu's exhaustion. "How wonderfully cooperative of you. I do so enjoy our little walks together."
As he escorted Yuu toward the threshold, he leaned in just a fraction closer, his voice dropping to a low, smooth purr. "Do study hard today, Prefect. It would be a pity if all that hard work in the library last night didn't pay off."
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The charade continued for days, settling into a bizarre but predictable routine. That was until one afternoon after class. As the room emptied out and Yuu was left alone gathering his things, the quiet was broken by the sound of approaching footsteps.
An omega from his class lingered by his desk, nervously shifting their weight before leaning in with a hopeless attempt at flirting.
"Hey, Yuu.." They stammered, a frantic blush rising on their cheeks as they twirled a pen. "I-I noticed you've been staying late to study a lot. History is just so confusing, you know? I was wondering if maybe you'd want to get together sometime... privately... and help me with the material?"
Yuu blinked, seeing right through the blatant invitation. But before he could even form a response, a familiar, heavy chill settled in the air. Right outside the slightly open classroom door, a shadow shifted. Yuu didn't even need to look to know exactly who was lingering in the hallway, watching his every move with a calculated gaze.
"Walls have ears." Yuu thought, flashing a polite smile at the omega "And if I accept this, who knows what a certain eel will do to them?"
Deciding it was best for everyone's safety to shut this down immediately, Yuu responded politely "That's really kind of you to ask, but I actually have my hands completely full with my own studies right now. In fact, I'm already using all my free time for a strict tutoring schedule. I wouldn't want to be a distraction to you, so I'll have to pass."
The omega's face fell, but before they could even attempt to salvage the conversation, a tall shadow entered the classroom.
"Ah, what a lively discussion." Jade's smooth, resonant voice echoed through the empty room.
He stepped inside, his hands folded neatly behind his back, a picture perfect smile plastered on his face. Yet, despite his polite demeanor, the temperature in the room seemed to plummet instantly. His sharp eyes flicked to the visiting omega, narrowing just a fraction, a silent, calculated warning that made the other student visibly shudder.
"J-Jade Senpai!" the omega stammered, scrambling to grab their bag off Yuu's desk. "I was just.. leaving! Have a good afternoon!"
Without looking back, the student practically sprinted out the door, eager to escape the suffocating pressure radiating off the eel omega.
Once they were gone, the heavy atmosphere evaporated as quickly as it had arrived. Jade turned his attention back to Yuu, his smile softening into something genuinely pleased.
"My, how unfortunate for them." Jade murmured, stepping closer until he loomed comfortably over Yuu's desk. "But how very wise of you, Prefect. A strict tutoring schedule, was it? I am glad to see you are taking your studies so seriously. Shall we head back to the dorm now?"
Yuu didn't move immediately, instead taking his time to zip up his bag before slinging it over his shoulder. He looked up, meeting Jade’s smooth, unbothered gaze. The air in the room was still heavy, thick with the sharp, possessive undertone of an omega who had just silently driven off a rival claimant to his chosen territory.
"Yes, a very strict schedule." Yuu said, a dry, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he boldly stepped right into Jade's scent radius. "Though, honestly, Jade? I think my grades would improve a lot faster if my personal shadow didn't follow me into the library every single night. It's a bit hard to focus on historical dates when I can feel pheromones practically bleeding through the bookshelves every time another omega gets within five feet of me."
Jade merely blinked, the slight flare of his scent softening into something pleasantly amused, entirely unphased by having his protective stalking called out so plainly.
"My, what a vivid imagination you have, Prefect." Jade chuckled softly, entirely unphased by being called out. "But if you ever truly feel cold in the library... you are always welcome to ask me to keep you warm."
Vil Schoenheit had been maintaining his flawlessly calm, regal facade, but Yuu knew better than to buy into the act. Beneath that polished exterior, the housewarden was becoming intensely possessive. First, he started aggressively marking Yuu with his expensive perfume, ensuring his scent clung to Yuu's skin. Then came the requests for Yuu's clothing. Yuu, choosing peace of mind over a headache, gave him the clothes without question, stubbornly ignoring the nesting instincts at play.
What Yuu never could have anticipated, however, was for Vil to confidently strut across campus wearing those exact pieces of clothing, fully covered in Yuu's scent. Countless rival omegas grew furious, jealous glares as Pomefiore's Housewarden walked past, proudly wearing the scent of who he belonged to.
Watching the spectacle from afar, Yuu realized that he truly had no idea what kind of mess he had just gotten himself into.
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"Yuu." Vil's commanding voice echoed, drawing the prefect's attention.
"Yes, Vil?" Yuu answered.
Vil glided over, stepping entirely too close as his eyes swept over Yuu with absolute satisfaction. "My, you smell wonderful today." Vil murmured, a pleased smile playing on his lips.
Yuu held back the urge to sigh. Of course he smelled good. Vil had basically doused him in his expensive, high end perfume yesterday. Vil was essentially complimenting his own scent, and they both knew it.
"It's entirely your fault, you know." Yuu muttered, crossing his arms as he tried to maintain his ground against the suffocatingly elegant presence looming over him. "I didn't exactly have a choice in the matter after you practically held me hostage with that atomiser yesterday."
Vil merely chuckled, a rich, melodic sound that brushed over Yuu's senses. He didn't step back, instead, he leaned in a fraction closer, taking a deliberate, deeply satisfied breath of the air between them. The dominant, possessive note in his pheromones flared, wrapping around Yuu like an invisible, heavy velvet cloak.
"A necessary intervention, darling." Vil purred, his gloved fingers reaching out to smoothly adjust the collar of Yuu's uniform. "The scent of those unrefined beasts from the sports clubs was lingering on you far too long. I simply restored you to a standard of absolute perfection."
He pulled his hand back, admiring his handiwork with a smug, triumphant gleam in his violet eyes. On this campus, a marked mate was a safe mate, and Vil had made sure he left no room for interpretation.
"Now." Vil said, his tone shifting back to his usual regal, commanding cadence as he turned toward the door. "Walk with your chin up. I won't have anyone thinking the person wearing my scent doesn't know how to carry themselves."
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The mirrors in the Pomefiore lounge were always spotless, but tonight, they reflected something entirely suffocating.
Yuu sat quietly on the velvet sofa, holding a cup of chamomile tea while Vil stood behind them, carefully running a comb through Yuu's hair. The room was thick with the scent bleeding heavily from Vil's skin. It was thick, sweet, and laced with a sharp, predatory edge that signaled an omega entirely on edge.
Earlier that afternoon, an upperclassman from Savanaclaw had cornered Yuu in the courtyard, aggressively trying to pressure them into a weekend date. Yuu had handled it politely, but Vil had witnessed the interaction from a balcony
Vil hadn't made a scene in public. He was too regal for that. Instead, he had smiled beautifully, walked down, and politely suggested the Savanaclaw student reconsider his "academic priorities." By dinner, that same student had suddenly been stripped of his class vice captaincy due to a series of "unexpected disciplinary infractions" Vil had personally unearthed.
"The Savanaclaw student." Yuu murmured, as Vil's fingers traced a possessive line along their collarbone. "He's fine, right? Physically?"
The combing paused. Vil's eyes narrowed, a momentary chill piercing his sweet scent. "Are you harboring concern for him, Yuu?"
"No." Yuu replied "I just want to make sure you didn't do anything irreversible. I prefer you keeping your hands clean."
Finding only a genuine care for his status, Vil's tension melted. He let out a charmed chuckle and his eyes flashed with an intense, manic gleam of absolute satisfaction. He wrapped his arms around Yuu's shoulders, burying his face into the crook of their neck, inhaling deeply. He was checking for his mark, ensuring his perfume and his pheromones were completely all over Yuu's skin.
"Rest assured, darling, he is entirely unharmed." Vil purred. "His physical health is intact, though his academic record is not. I merely used administrative channels to ensure he is far too busy with remedial paperwork to ever look your way again."
Hearing that the student was safe, a wave of relief washed over Yuu.
"Good." Yuu murmured, closing their eyes and completely relaxing into Vil's suffocatingly sweet embrace. "As long as no one got hurt."
Jade Leech x gn!reader hc’s (my first Jade piece ૮ ྀི˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ྀིა)
c/w: none, i think? fluff, the tiniest littlest bit of angst if you squint, possibly ooc Jade (it’s almost midnight, but i tried to not mischaracterize him), he’s head over heels for you.
w/c: 481
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Jade Leech who invites you on a date at the beach. Once the sun has set, he opts to spend the rest of the your date sitting on the docks, enjoying each other's company — unaware of the display that’s to start soon.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Jade Leech who has never seen fireworks before, and is in awe as the colourful sparks fade into the night sky to reveal the glimmering stars behind the residue smoke. Their light reflects against the dark ocean, and in his awestruck eyes.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Jade Leech who — although he’ll deny it — flinched at the first loud ‘boom’, his hand instinctively reaching for yours. His fingers now intertwined with yours, squeezing ever so slightly with the next shot. It takes all your will to not giggle at his uncharacteristicly cute behaviour.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Jade Leech who finally prys his eyes away from the show to look over at you (someone who’s seen fireworks a million times) and is promptly caught off guard by the adoration in your eyes, a look that would bring even Sebek to stunned silence.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Jade Leech who regains his usual aloofness in an attempt to cover the moment of vulnerability, furrowing his brows with that signature smile as he teases you with a, “you’re staring.” Though the tips of his ears have a faint redness to them, a tell-tale sign of his feelings.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Jade Leech who allows his demeanour to falter once again at your response. “I know,” a beat of comfortable silence fills the air before you continue, “back home, I’ve seen so many firework shows, after a while they just get… repetitive.” You shrug, looking down at the water, staring at your faint reflection, “this is your first one, and I’d much rather watch you instead.”
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Jade Leech who stares at you for a moment, processing your words with careful precision. He’s at a loss for words (an achievement in itself). Though, you do feel his hand tighten around yours once again, this time on purpose. He brings your hand up, placing a chaste kiss against your pulse point, his lips lingering for a moment too long as he mumbles out an ‘I love you.’
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Jade Leech who will forever hold that night close to his heart. Even long after you leave Twisted Wonderland, if you so chose to. His heart will forever skip a beat when he reminisces on the look you gave him that fateful night.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Jade Leech who, when he returns home, is teased by Floyd for looking like a ‘lovesick puppy’. Jade can’t help it, for you, he practically is. He loves you, you light up his life the same way the fireworks do in the night sky.
Tags: Bathing, Fluff, Established Relationship, Non-Sexual Nudity, Reader is Yuu, Teasing
Floyd has been very attached to bath time as of late.
based off this post
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“Floyd!” Her voice rang out, giggling as water sloshed over the side of the tub to be mopped up later. The eel in question had both arms around her, chest pressed into her back. It was his current favourite part of the day: bath time with his Shrimpy.
Floyd giggled into her shoulder, his teeth grazing the flesh there. He enjoyed how vulnerable this made her; the amount of trust she put in him not to squeeze her right here and now was thrilling as it was endearing.
“But this is fuuuun! You like fun, don’tcha, Shrimpy?~” He rested his chin on her shoulder, eyes sliding to her side profile. Her hands were resting on his knees, which poked up out of the soapy water. It was only a matter of time before his newest interest would begin to emerge on the pads of her dainty little hands.
Sure enough, as he reached down, taking one of her hands into both of his own, palm up, he was left marvelling at the little wrinkles in her skin.
“Awh, lookit, you’re doin’ the water thing again!” Floyd exclaimed, bringing her hands closer to his face.
“It’s just pruning up,” she said shyly, having explained it to him the last time they bathed together (and every time before that). “We’ve been in here a while, Floyd.”
“But I’m not done playin’,” Floyd pouted, bringing her hand up to his jaw and resting his cheek in her wet palm. She blushed in the peripheral of his vision and he snickered. “You’re all pink now, Shrimpy~”
“I’m not,” she grumbled, and he lifted his chin to continue examining her hand. Humming to himself, he played with her fingers, running his thumb over the new terrain of her palm and smiling. She had turned her hand to watch him, her eyes softening with a sort of domestic fondness for his curiosity. Floyd was transfixed by such a frivolous bodily reaction to warm water, like her hands were two of the Seven Wonders of Twisted Wonderland. He moved her hand to his lips, teeth grazing the waterlogged skin yet not sinking in.
“Floyd. . . .” she whined, though didn’t pull away. His grip on her wrist tightened slightly, the surface of the water rippling as they shifted in the tub.
“Don’t worry, Shrimpy. I won’t hurt ya,” Floyd assured her, pressing her fingers into his lips. “I just think it’s cute when your lil shrimp hands try’ta be like me~” A smile spread across her face at his words, making him feel all fuzzy as she leaned back on him more.
Nights couldn’t be more perfect than this, Floyd supposed.
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Hiii! Can I ask for the guys trying to be genuine while complimenting the reader, but ending up sounding sarcastic/not sincere and how they make up for it? Any character you want that would fit this scenario, please <33!!
あ ─── ❝ Twisted Wonderland x reader!
Compliment?
featuring — Ace : Leona : Floyd : Idia.
── Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy reading it! <𝟑
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Ace really did mean it when he said you looked nice. The problem was that he had a bad habit of hiding compliments behind his teasing. So when he saw you fixing your uniform before class and honestly thought you looked good, what came out instead was “Whoa. Didn't know you could clean up this well.” He even flashed that smug grin, leaning against the doorway like he was waiting for you to roll your eyes.
Which you did. Immediately.
You gave him a dry “Thanks, I guess” before turning back to what you were doing. Suddenly, the whole thing felt awkward. Ace could tell you thought he was making fun of you and realized he messed up. The worst part was that he genuinely liked how you looked, the effort you put in, the confidence you seemed to have. But now he was stuck dealing with the consequences of his own mouth.
For the rest of the day, Ace kept trying to fix it without making a big deal out of it. He hovered around you during class and lunch, tapping his fingers on the table before blurting out things like “I was serious earlier, you know.” Somehow, it still sounded sarcastic and even defensive. Eventually, Deuce got fed up and smacked him on the head, telling him to stop talking like an idiot.
Ace finally got it right later that evening while the two of you were walking back to Ramshackle. Without his friends around, he seemed a lot less performative. He shoved his hands into his pockets and muttered, a little quieter this time, “You really did look good earlier. Like... seriously good.”
There was no teasing. No smug grin. Just awkward honesty.
And honestly, that worked much better than all his earlier attempts. Especially when he immediately looked away afterward, his ears turning slightly red as he complained about how embarrassing it was to say things normally.
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Leona was naturally blunt, so compliments from him were rare enough to be suspicious. When he tried to genuinely praise you, it usually came out sounding lazy, dismissive or like he barely cared.
You had spent nearly an hour helping him sort through paperwork, something nobody else could ever convince him to do. After watching you work quietly for a while, he finally said, “Huh. Guess you're not completely useless.”
Which was... a terrible choice of words.
The moment you stopped and stared at him, Leona realized it too. But instead of fixing it like a normal person, he doubled down out of habit. “What? That was a compliment.” The unimpressed look on your face only got worse.
Leona had honestly meant to praise how capable and reliable you were, yet it sounded more like an insult.
The problem was that Leona wasn't used to giving compliments. In his family, praise was usually tied to expectations, status or usefulness. Genuine words of appreciation didn't come naturally to him. So even though he valued you, probably more than most people, his compliments often sounded dry unless someone knew him well.
Later that night, though, he made up for it in his own way. You had fallen asleep beside him in the lounge after studying. Instead of waking you up, Leona quietly draped his jacket over your shoulders and let you rest.
When you eventually woke up and looked at him sleepily, Leona clicked his tongue and muttered, “Don't look at me like that. You worked hard today.” His voice was quieter than usual, almost reluctant.
Then, after a brief pause, he added “You're dependable. That's rare around here.”
Short. Simple. But coming from Leona, it was practically a heartfelt confession.
⋆🐾° 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇
Floyd's compliments were always hard to understand because he never sounded serious. He could say the sweetest thing imaginable while grinning like he was about to cause trouble. So when he wrapped himself around you from behind one afternoon and cheerfully said "Shrimpy, you're sooo cute when you're focused. Like a little stressed-out crab." you genuinely couldn't tell if he was complimenting you or making fun of you.
Especially since he started laughing halfway through.
You immediately narrowed your eyes at him and Floyd blinked in confusion. "Eh? Why're you mad?" he asked. The truth was that Floyd genuinely thought you were adorable, the little wrinkle between your brows when you concentrated, the way you quietly muttered to yourself while studying. But because he was always joking around, his compliments often sounded like teasing.
When you pulled away from him with an annoyed huff, Floyd actually looked bothered. Not upset in a dramatic way, but confused. It was that rare kind of honesty he showed when things didn't go the way he expected. "I wasn't making fun of you" he said slowly, watching your expression. "I like watching you"
That was probably the first moment you realized he truly meant it.
Later, Floyd decided to make up for it the way he was best at, not with words, but with actions. While you were still studying, he quietly brought you one of your favorite drinks from the mostro lounge and dropped into the seat beside you. For once, there was no loud entrance or dramatic complaining.
He rested his chin on your shoulder and mumbled, much softer this time "You're cute. For real."
Then he gave you a gentle squeeze before immediately asking for head pats, acting like he hadn't just said something surprisingly sincere.
⋆🐾° 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃
Idia had spent the entire week watching you help people around campus. Whether you were explaining assignments, helping first-years find their classrooms, or dealing with problems nobody else wanted to handle, you always seemed willing to lend a hand. The thing was, Idia noticed these things far more than people realized. He just rarely said anything about it. So when he finally worked up the courage to compliment you, he genuinely wanted to tell you how much he admired your kindness.
Unfortunately, his social skills betrayed him almost immediately.
The two of you were sitting in the Ignihyde lounge. Idia was focused on a game while you quietly read nearby. After a long stretch of silence, he suddenly muttered "You know, you're weirdly nice to people. Like... suspiciously nice. It's almost creepy."
His eyes never left the screen.
To him, it made perfect sense. You were so consistently kind that it honestly amazed him. To everyone else, however, it sounded like he was accusing you of secretly being a villain.
You slowly lowered your book and stared at him "Thanks...?" you replied uncertainly.
The moment Idia looked over and saw your expression, realization hit him like a truck. His blue flames instantly flashed pink.
"WAIT, NO! NOT CREEPY CREEPY!" he blurted. "I meant like... rare! Statistically improbable! Like a legendary drop rate!"
Somehow, that explanation only made things worse.
The conversation quickly turned into Idia desperately trying to explain himself while sinking deeper and deeper into his hoodie. Eventually, he gave up entirely and retreated to his room, convinced he had ruined everything. Meanwhile, you were left wondering how someone had managed to turn "you're kind" into what sounded like a criminal accusation.
The next afternoon, however, he quietly made up for it.
While helping organize some equipment in Ignihyde, you found a small note tucked beneath a box. The handwriting was unmistakably Idia's.
"What I meant yesterday, I think you're a really good person. Most people aren't as considerate as you are. It's one of the things I like most about you."
When you looked up from the note, you caught sight of Idia peeking at you from across the room.
The second your eyes met, he let out a horrified yelp and immediately disappeared around the corner.
But despite his funny escape, the message was completely sincere.
And somehow, that made it far more meaningful than any perfectly delivered compliment ever could.
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── I know Floyd might be a bit OOC here, but this is just how I personally headcanon him 🥹
── Heartsie is back in business !!
I finally got my writing motivation back, so expect more posts soon. Thanks for staying with me! 💗
Yuu who keeps joking to avoid talking about their feelings with the boys who notice every deflection 🥺
They’ve been burnt out lately after everything that’s been going on in NRC (cough cough– the overblots) and helping everyone but themselves. The problem is, they’re extremely emotionally repressive, and they do all the selfless things they do as a way to cope by focusing on others rather than dealing with their pent up emotions. But they’ve been slipping up more and more lately and this time, it was the boys’ turns to comfort the prefect ^^
( I really don’t know who I wanted this with I just wanted to ramble lol, maybe uhh Trey, the tweels, and whoever else you want 😥😥 )
A/N: added Azul,,,, highkey I wanted to add Ace but uhhhhiforgot to SIGH. almost wanna make a pt two of this tbh,,
trey starts noticing long before anyone else says anything. it's not because you're particularly obvious about your struggles. if anything, you've become frighteningly good at hiding them. every time someone asks how you're doing, you have a joke ready. every time a conversation drifts too close to your own feelings, you redirect it somewhere safer. most people laugh and move on. trey doesn't. the more time he spends around you, the more he realizes that you never talk about yourself unless absolutely necessary. you'll sit for hours listening to someone else's problems, offering advice, reassurance, and support without hesitation, yet the moment anyone tries to return the favor, you're suddenly making a joke or changing the subject. at first he lets it slide. then the overblots keep happening. one after another. crisis after crisis. somehow you're always there to help pick up the pieces afterward. eventually trey begins to wonder when exactly you've had time to process any of it yourself.
Trey Clover
the conversation happens on an otherwise ordinary afternoon in heartslabyul's kitchen. you're sitting at the counter while he works on a batch of pastries, casually chatting about classes and dorm drama. the atmosphere is comfortable, familiar. then trey asks how you've been holding up lately. the answer leaves your mouth before you've even thought about it. some ridiculous joke about being mentally stable. something meant to get a laugh. normally it works. this time it doesn't. trey simply looks at you. not annoyed. not angry. just patient. waiting. the silence stretches longer than expected. you instinctively try another joke. then another. none of them land. eventually you stop talking altogether because it's becoming painfully obvious that he isn't going to let you hide behind humor this time. when he finally tells you that you don't have to do that around him, something inside you cracks. not dramatically. just enough. enough for all the exhaustion you've been carrying to suddenly feel impossible to ignore. before you realize what's happening, your eyes sting. then the tears start. trey doesn't make a scene out of it. he simply sets aside what he's doing and pulls you into a hug. the embrace is warm, steady, ankd reassuring in a way that makes crying even harder. for once, someone else is taking care of you.
Jade Leech
jade notices because that's what jade does. he observes. he listens. he remembers. the first time you dodge a personal question with a joke, he finds it amusing. the second time, it's interesting. by the 20th time, it becomes concerning. the pattern is impossible to ignore. whenever conversations become emotionally vulnerable, you immediately retreat behind humor. the jokes are clever. entertaining, even. most people would never question them. jade does. every deflection feels rehearsed, like you're following a script you've been relying on for years. he doesn't confront you immediately. instead, he watches. he notices how tired you look after helping everyone through another crisis. he notices how often you're comforting other people. most importantly, he notices that nobody seems to be comforting you.
one evening, the two of you are walking together when he casually asks how you're doing. instantly, you respond with a joke. he smiles. you continue talking. he doesn't respond. confused, you glance over and find him watching you with an expression that's far too knowing for comfort. when you attempt another joke, he gently points out that you still haven't answered the question. the realization sends a strange feeling through your stomach. you're so used to people accepting the deflections that having someone calmly refuse them feels almost unfair. every attempt to redirect the conversation is met with the same patient persistence. eventually you run out of distractions. the silence that follows is unbearable. then, quietly, you admit that you're tired. the words leave your mouth before you can stop them. once they do, everything else follows. the stress. the fear. the exhaustion. all the emotions you've spent months avoiding come spilling out at once. jade doesn't interrupt. he simply listens. and somehow, being allowed to speak without needing to entertain anyone feels like the greatest relief imaginable.
Floyd Leech
floyd doesn't notice because of your words. he notices because of your energy. usually you're one of the few people capable of keeping up with him. you joke back. you tease him. you react when he decides to cause problems for fun. lately, though, something feels off. the smiles are still there, but they don't reach your eyes the same way they used to. the laughter sounds forced. you're still trying your best to act normal, but floyd can tell the difference. he doesn't know exactly what's wrong. he just knows that something is.
the confrontation is about as subtle as you'd expect from floyd. you're in the middle of another conversation when he suddenly grabs your face. immediately, you protest. he ignores you completely. instead, he squints at you like he's trying to solve a puzzle. when you ask what he's doing, he bluntly informs you that you've been weird lately. naturally, you respond with a joke. he doesn't laugh. you try another. still nothing. then, with complete certainty, he tells you that you're sad. the statement catches you so off guard that you forget to respond. floyd isn't smiling anymore. for once, he's completely serious. the realization hurts more than you expect. you attempt one final joke. your voice shakes halfway through it. he immediately notices. the next thing you know, he's wrapping his arms around you in a crushing hug. it's almost impossible to breathe, but somehow that's exactly what makes you break. the tears arrive all at once. floyd simply holds you tighter and quietly tells you that you don't have to do everything by yourself. hearing those words from someone who saw through you so easily is enough to shatter whatever walls you had left.
Sighhes so ooc mbs y'all I can't write for ts man AUGH..
Azul Ashengrotto
azul recognizes your behavior because it mirrors his own more than he'd like to admit. he knows what it's like to carefully manage how other people perceive you. he knows what it's like to hide insecurities behind confidence and polish. the difference is that while azul eventually learned how to rely on others, you seem determined not to. every time he tries to check on you, you immediately brush the concern aside. every attempt at a serious conversation ends with a joke. at first, he assumes you're simply uncomfortable discussing personal matters. then weeks pass. then months. eventually he realizes you aren't avoiding vulnerability because you dislike it. you're avoiding it because you've convinced yourself you're not allowed to need help.
the realization frustrates him far more than he'd like to admit. after everything you've done for the people around you, after all the burdens you've carried without complaint, you still seem incapable of extending that same kindness to yourself. the breaking point arrives after another exhausting week. azul asks how you're doing. predictably, you answer with a joke. instead of moving on, he simply sighs. the exhaustion in the sound immediately catches your attention. when you look up, you find him staring at you with an expression that's painfully sincere. he quietly tells you that he's asking because he cares about you. nothing more. nothing less. the simplicity of the statement hits harder than any elaborate speech ever could. suddenly there's no joke clever enough to hide behind. no distraction available. just the overwhelming realization that someone noticed. someone cared enough to keep trying. the tears arrive before you can stop them. this time, instead of being the person supporting everyone else, you finally allow someone to support you.
To the fumbler Jamil I'm imagining him going to Kalim in this rare moment and he asks Kalim's opinion on this pickup line he used on you. And Kalim immediately just has that strained smile of oh no and trying to be supportive he's like-
"Okay lay it on me!"
And he's met with the most cringe, terrible pickup line he's ever heard in his entire life. Like it's so bad and Kalim has heard these kinds of lines and fumbles all his life whenever Jamil occasionally tries. And he's trying so hard to think of a response and Jamil not liking his silence is like-
"That was bad wasn't it-"
Only for Kalim in a voice resembling that one video of that woman who went Where were you for senior photos goes-
"No! No it wasn't......bad it.....it was *let's out a hum* it was unique. Could use some work but-! But it's not bad...."
And you can tell he's trying so hard to be supportive and a good friend but it's so hard to defend a fumble like this. And Jamil he knows Kalim's lying through his teeth and he's like-
"No wonder the Prefect looked at me weird-"
Immediately cut off by-
"WAIT YOU USED THAT ON THEM??? I mean oh wow! How-how did that go-"
Que Jamil pulling up his hood dying and Kalim being like it's not that bad! It can be fixed just don't use that line again please-
Meanwhile you're in Ramshackle wondering what the fuck you see in this dorky loser. Completely down bad for said loser.
The warnings: obsession, manipulation, being forced to eat food, unconsenting kiss
Summary: During the Firework Fest you meet a younger sister of your schoolmate, and she caught a crush on you.
Povtober 2025, Day 6th [Masterlist]
"Awhh, come on! You can still eat a bit more, right?" Said the girl enthusiastically, trying to hand-feed you curry, the spiceness well beyond what you could handle. The spice tolerance of Vipers is absolutely no joke.
Your apparent struggling had been pointedly ignored by the entire family, while the girl had been giving you heart eyes this whole time, holding up the spoon full of food while giggling. And just when you were about to say no, the glare of the young man in the corner had effectively made you swallow up all of your complaints.
But how did you even got yourself into this situation in the first place?
. . .
"Hey! Wanna come with us to celebrate the Firework Fest in Scaliding Sands?"
You said yes, obviously, and together with a few of your schoolmates you went on this trip!
The climate and sights were amazing, nothing like anything you had seen before. The architecture and the mixing of different cultures on the streets, created a chaotic yet endearing atmosphere that took your breath away.
And when all of you had decided to take a break and order food, a little thief had appeared, stealing Jamil's shawarma..!
Lo and behold! It was such a cute woman, standing there and eating the stolen food, as if that's the most natural order of things and..
SHE IS JAMIL'S SISTER?!?
Oh yeah, her stare is identical to his, yeah no, they're 100% related, makes sense.
After chatting with Najma for a while, and Cater introducing everyone, you could feel her gaze lingering on you. When you noticed her staring, trying to be friendly you smiled and waved at her, which in turn made her immediately fumble with her words and turn her head the opposite direction. Red coloring her cheeks. That's cute.
Less than a second later you felt sudden shivers travelling down your spine, and when you turned around to check the source, you saw Jamil glaring daggers at you. He's absolutely terrifying... You gulped down nervously.
. . .
During your visit to the Zahab Market, when you were trying out scarfs in different colors and patterns, you felt someone puffing a cold breath into the back of your neck, which immediately made you jump away with a scream.
You snapped your head, only to find a familiar giggling woman standing in your previous place. Her giggles quickly turning into a full blown laugh at your reaction, clutching her stomach and bending down in half.
Due to her shaking from the laugh, a part of her hair had fallen out of her hairdo, which instinctively made you go closer to her and tuck it neatly behind her ear.
When you realized what you had done, it was far too late, as you stared at the now stuttering and heavily flushed Najma.
You immediately started apologizing, to which the girl had kissed your cheek and then ran off?? You stood there dumbfounded in place, not knowing what to do.. You just hoped Jamil won't find out or else you are going to be dead meat.
. . .
After the fireworks show all of you had been led back to your accommodations in Kalim's Estate. All except Jamil, who had decided to spend the night at his family's house.
He was supposed to go by himself. That was before he had asked you to accompany him.
Which in truth, made you confused and a bit awkward, intruding on someone's family time like that is just plain rude. However, after thinking about how much Jamil had done for you and your friends today, serving as your guide etc. You decided to give in and follow him.
Now, do not get Jamil wrong. He hates that he's witnessing this blooming romance of his sister with his schoolmate, however he knows that Najma needs him in this situation, so he gives in with a sigh and an incoming headache.
Since she's too soft to take things into her own hands, he'll help her. After all, he is her older brother.
. . .
Right after entering through the doorstep, you were hit with a pleasant warm air and the scent of spices floating around the room. When Najma came forward to greet Jamil, and instead had caught a glimpse of you, she immediately dropped the plate with food she had been holding, making a mess on the floor, that she had immediately knelt over by to clean up.
Jamil had also quickly went over to the place of the accident, chiding his sister, and helped her to clean up the glass.
You stood there awkwardly to the side, you didn't want to do nothing, but inserting yourself into this situation also seemed inappropriate.
What you didn't notice, were the words that the two family members shared with each other, when they were hunched together over the broken glass.
Maybe that's better for you.. They said that not knowing is a bliss.
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At first, this comic was only supposed to be 2 pages, the first and the 3rd one. But i wanted to draw Ruggie making fun of Leona, so I added page 2. (and yes, I love their spelldrive uniform but GOSH the leg protections is a pain to draw!)
then the last page... don't know, i though it was funny if Vil and Leona got the same idea at the same time to make fun of Epel but didn't expect the other to do it x). It made me laugh when I wrote it.
Epel's embarassement is as the same level as calling your teacher "mom" or "dad" btw.
I actually wanted to add a part with Jack jealous (especially toward Leona) but unfortunately, I didn't got the right idea so I just stop there :').
Heartslabyul, Savannaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia <- here
a/n: Pomefiore's turn sighh I'm sweating bullets alone in this kitchen- can more prefects fall from the sky so I have help around here?!
warnings: fluff, ooc
word count: 1.3k
Vil Schoenheit
Vil had approached the Apprentice Chef course with the intensity of a man directing a multi-million-dollar film. He had prepared a flawless, nutrient-dense poached salmon over a bed of steamed asparagus and a drizzle of lemon-herb reduction. It was mathematically perfect, entirely organic, and beautifully plated.
Then, the Ghost Chef floated by, cackling. "Oh, Vil~! Just a warning, today's judge is incredibly particular. A total nightmare to please!"
Vil elegantly flipped a stray strand of blonde hair over his shoulder, a dismissive smirk on his lips. "Please. I am Vil Schoenheit. I know exactly how to satisfy a sophisticated palate. A true connoisseur appreciates the balance of health and aesthetic elegance—"
The cafeteria doors opened. You walked in, looking like you wanted the floor to swallow you whole as you took your seat at the judging table.
Vil’s perfect posture locked up. His smirk completely vanished. [Name]?!
His brilliant, calculating mind immediately pulled up your extensive list of food grievances. You hated seafood because it tasted "too fishy." You couldn't stand the texture of asparagus because it was "stringy and squeaked against your teeth." And his salmon still had the skin on for "aesthetic contrast."
A microscopic bead of cold sweat formed near Vil’s hairline. He gracefully walked to your table, setting the plate down with a hand that was just a fraction less steady than usual.
"I have prepared a poached salmon, [Name]," Vil said, his voice smooth but carrying a dangerous undertone of pure anxiety. "I assure you, the fishy aroma has been entirely neutralized by the lemon reduction. And the asparagus has been peeled to avoid any... unpleasantness."
You smiled up at him, desperately wanting to be a supportive partner. You picked up your fork and cut a piece of salmon. But as you lifted it, a tiny bit of the shiny, textured fish skin became visible. Your face instantly, involuntarily collapsed into an expression of quiet, profound horror.
Vil’s heart stopped. "The skin. They are looking at the skin with the same expression one would give a venomous viper. My career is over. My relationship is over."
You quickly popped the bite into your mouth, chewed carefully, and swallowed. Giving him a warm, reassuring smile, you said, "It's alright, Vil! The sauce is incredibly bright and delicious."
Vil let out a breath that he managed to keep perfectly silent, though his shoulders dropped a millimeter. He crossed his arms, his regal composure snapping back into place, though his eyes were still slightly wide. "'Alright'? Well... given your usual... pedestrian tastes, I suppose 'alright' is equivalent to a standing ovation. I shall adjust the texture parameters for you next time."
Rook Hunt
Rook was completely captivated by the art of cooking. He had prepared a rustic, traditional French game stew, rich with red wine, root vegetables, and perfectly seared venison. It looked like a painting from a historical museum.
"Heads up, Monsieur Hunter!" the Ghost Chef called out. "The judge today is a total nightmare. Super picky about what goes into their mouth!"
Rook pressed a hand to his chest, his eyes shining. "Ah! A challenging prey! Marvelous! A discerning palate is a beautiful thing to conquer—"
Then you sat down at the judging table.
Rook’s signature smile frozen mid-curve. His hat tilted slightly as his head jerked up. Ma biche?!
Rook knew your eating habits because he observed everything about you with terrifying accuracy. He knew you hated "heavy, dark sauces." You thought root vegetables tasted like "wet dirt." And his stew was currently a deep, dark purple-brown color, smelling strongly of herbs and wild game.
Rook approached your table, his boots clicking softly. He placed the bowl down, leaning forward with his elbows on the table, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made the surrounding ghosts sweat. "Here is a traditional stew of the forest, mon amour! I have poured all my passion into this broth!"
You gave him a sweet, brave smile. "Thanks, Rook. It looks very... rich."
You picked up your spoon and dipped it in. But as you pulled it out, a piece of turnip covered in thick, dark purple sauce wobbled on the spoon. Your face immediately fell into a look of pure, instinctual distress, your nose wrinkling in a habit you couldn't control.
Rook’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. The look of a beautiful creature cornered by an unpalatable texture! Non! "Ah! The face of tragic hesitation! Mon cœur, if the dark depth of the wine sauce offends your delicate senses, you must not force yourself!"
To calm his sudden poetic panic, you quickly swallowed the bite. It was actually very savory and tender. You wiped your mouth and smiled warmly. "No, Rook, really! It's alright! The meat is so tender it melts, and the flavor is actually really nice." Rook gasped, throwing his arms out dramatically as a wave of pure relief washed over him. "Magnifique! 'Alright'! An 'alright' from my beautiful, particular bird is worth more than a thousand golden medals! Next time, I shall brew a broth as clear and pure as a mountain spring just for you!"
Epel Felmier
Epel was determined to show off his rustic, hardworking roots. He had prepared a hearty, homemade apple and pork hand-pie. It was thick, golden-brown, baked to a perfect crisp, and smelled amazing. He was 100% confident.
Until the Ghost Chef casually mentioned, "The judge today is a total nightmare. The pickiest eater on campus. Good luck getting them to eat a heavy pastry!"
Epel snorted, rolling up his sleeves. "Hph. Food is supposed to be hearty! If they're too weak to handle a real meal, that's their problem—"
Then you walked through the door and waved at him.
Epel’s jaw dropped. His hands, currently holding the hot pie tray, started to shake. [Name]?!
He stared down at his hand-pies. They were big. They were heavy. And then he remembered, with a jolt of sheer panic, that you hated "cooked fruit." You had once told him that warm apples felt like "mushy, sweet onions" and the texture made you shudder. And his pie was entirely stuffed with chunky, warm apples.
Epel’s face went entirely red as he approached your table, trying to look tough to hide the fact that he was sweating through his apron. He placed the pie down. "Here. It's... it's a pork and apple pie. I know you don't like warm fruit. You can just eat the pork side if you want. I won't get mad."
You smiled up at him, touched by his consideration. "No, Epel, you worked so hard on this. I'm going to eat the whole bite."
You picked up the pie and took a bite. But as the warm, gooey apple filling hit your tongue, your face immediately fell into a look of profound, silent suffering, your eyes narrowing in an accidental grimace of pure betrayal.
Epel’s tough-guy facade completely shattered. He looked like he was about to cry or yell in his hometown dialect. "Darn it, I knew it! The texture is awful, ain't it?! The apples are too mushy! I should've just made a regular savory meat pie! I'm sorry, [Name], spit it out if it's that bad!"
You quickly chewed and swallowed, waving your hands frantically to calm him down. "No, Epel, really! It's alright! The pastry crust is so flaky and buttery, and the pork balances the sweetness perfectly!" Epel blinked, his face still bright red, but his shoulders finally relaxed. He cleared his throat loudly, crossing his arms and looking away to hide his massive, goofy grin. "Oh... it's... alright? Well. If you say so. Next time... next time I'm straining the apples into a smooth jelly so there ain't no chunks at all, okay?"
french REALLY needs to change some of their words son I'm crine😭(doe, late for example)
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