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[I refuse to drown - Azul Ashengrotto]

Summary: He had hurt you. Azul had hurt you and he wasn't sure how he could ever forgive himself, the guilt gnawing at his core. Despite that, you still smile at him. 

Notes: reader and azul knew each other before chapter 3, gn!reader, angst and hurt/comfort, self deprecating thoughts, some mentions of blood, injury and death but none too graphic, not proof read

Azul had lost everything.

Everything he had built painstakingly for years, crawling himself from the bottom of the depths, that he exhausted himself for, that he carefully planned and gained through his hard work. Gone, just like that, floating away in the wind the same way the sand of the beach is carried away by the waves.

But, the worst of all: he lost control. 

Control of himself, his actions and his mind. Azul couldn't remember what happened after seeing his contracts disintegrating, only that he felt more despair than ever before. Even when he was isolated and mocked by the other merman, he's never felt such helplessness, such anguish, such misery. 

His mind was muddy, he didn't feel like he was in his body. Why would it matter, anyway? It was all gone, gone, gone. 

He let himself drown in the feeling.

Drowning was a strange sensation. Azul, being a merman, never thought he could experience it, but Night Raven College was full of surprises. His lungs felt full, an inky substance occupying where once was air. His vision was dark, as if he had fallen into an abyss. He couldn't bring himself to care.

Azul didn't know which was worse, the hopeless feelings or the lack thereof. 

He stayed floating into nothingness for a while. He wasn't conscious, but he was. He was there, but he wasn't. He didn't have a body, but he did. If he could manage to string a coherent thought together, it might have been something like this: "Is this what death looks like?" Perhaps if he could muster enough strenght to feel something, he might have felt regret for all the things he still had left to do.

If he looked deep into himself, deeper than he was willing to, he might have found that he regretted making you sign one of his rigged contracts and dragging you into this mess. He should have known better than understimating you, he should have known that something like this would happen. After all, you were amazing enough to catch his attention. What made him think you wouldn't be amazing enough to find a way out of his deal? What made him think Jade and Floyd would be enough to disencourage you? What made him think someone like him, so dirty and insicere, could ever dampen someone like you, so determined and bright?

He didn't think about any of it. He didn't think about anything.

The first thing Azul felt when he came back to his senses was light against his eyelids. He was back at the surface. His body ached all over but his lungs no longer bled that viscous black liquid and he felt alive once more. He was still alive.

He could smell a familiar scent, one that he was used to smelling back at the Coral Sea, so used to he didn't identify it a first. He heard shouting that seemed to be miles away and right by his ear at the same time. His slugish head couldn't distinguish what was being said by whom, but he could swear he heard your name, it's mention alone being enough to jolt eletricity back into his being and keep him awake. There were hurried footsteps getting farther away and he finally recognized what the smell was. It was the metalic smell of blood.

He tried to open his eyes but the bright lights of Mostro Lounge burned them, so he kept them tightly shut. He couldn't get up, his legs hurt more than any other part of his body. What had happened? He couldn't have... could he? The last thing he could remember happening before passing out was... oh.

Oh. He did. Azul had an overblot.

His breath hitched, but he forced himself to keep breathing in the air, to keep the blot out, out of his system and out of his lungs and out of his veins and out out out of him. He bit his tounge, clenched his fists and forced his sore eyes to open.

The contracts, they were gone. His life's work. He had made a fool of himself in front of another housewarden. He had an overblot and put everyone in danger. He had put you in danger.

Jade and Floyd were by his side. They were talking to him, but he couldn't register the words. His head was underwater, the pressure weighting him down, his ears filled with water and dripping, dripping, dripping.

He could still smell the blood. Ah, it felt just like home.

Azul looked at his lower half, almost sure in some hysterical part of his brain that he would find his tentacles there. His legs laid on the floor, clean and useless. He breathed a sigh of relief. Still, he couldn't help but wish the blood was his.

He got the gist of what the twins were saying. Leona destroyed the contracts and you had managed to adquire his childhood photo. They were mocking him for the tantrum he threw, but he could tell they were worried. There wasn't much force behind the half hearted taunts and no matter how much they tried to hide, Azul knew them just like they knew him. They were aggravated at what happened as well, no matter how much they pretended they couldn't care less.

"What would you like us to do about the photo?" 

"I'm pretty sure we could just snatch it up with how shrimpy is now, but man, I'm not in the mood for it."

"...I don't care about the photo anymore. Tell me, what happened to the prefect?"

Jade looked at him with pity and Floyd's mood deteriorated. There was a bottomless pit of dread at his stomach, his throat felt dry all of sudden. His eyes burned, but no tears fell from them. When had his breathing become so erratic?

As soon as the twins broke the news to him, Azul tried to stand up and see you, not caring for how much his legs ached and hurt and screamed at him to stay down. Good, he thought with venom, so much loathing and disdain it left a sour feeling in his mouth, they better be hurting after what he'd done. He deserves worse.

Jade helped him balance himself on his legs and Floyd laughed at his clumsy footing, as if it was the first time the three of them set foot on land and were just learning how to walk. Azul felt like he had been stripped from his tentacles and siphon all over again. He had been stripped from his skin and from his mind, had been laid open and bare and vulnerable for all to see, had his chest teared apart and his lungs leaking onto the floor.

Once they arrived at the infirmary, Azul was almost jumped by your friends. The Heartslabyul duo and the young Savanaclaw seemed ready to plummet him to the ground, no care for his condition, if it weren't for Jade and Floyd tanking him by both sides like bodyguards. Azul was glad they didn't care, he was glad they worried so much about you. He would have let them hit him and taken the beating, there wasn't much of his pride left to salvage anyway.

The school nurse had just finished attending you and promptly went to work on his injuries. The Headmaster appeared at the infirmary right after Azul was discharged, no doubt already knowing what happened. He had never seem Crowley look as serious as he did when he asked for the three of them to accompany him to his office. 

Azul's body was exhausted, he clearly needed to rest. Still, he agreed without a fuss, the twins following him closely from behind. He could feel Jade's gaze burning the back of his neck, but he couldn't gather enough energy to care for whatever was going on the eelmer's mind. He felt empty, almost hollow. Frighteningly so, like he was still on that void state, disconnected from his body. Was he even awake?

The talk with the Headmaster was a long and tiring one. At the end of it, Azul accepted the new terms for him to keep running Mostro Lounge at the school, gripping tightly to the only thing he had left. He couldn't lose his beloved restaurant alongside everything else, it would be too much, more than he could handle.

It was dark by the time they were excused to go back to their dorm. Azul felt and looked like a mess, not like the businessman he took pride in being. His hair was dishevelled, there were eyebags under his eyes and his mouth was set in a firm line for a while, not managing much more emoting. 

There was a restlessness under his skin, on his muscles, deep in his bones, down onto every single cell. No matter how worn out he was, there was no way he would be able to sit back. Not until he saw you with his own eyes, saw exactly how much damage he had caused. 

He wasn't able to muster up the courage to look the twins in the face as he told them to go ahead, that he had something to do. Luckly, they decided he had suffered enough and didn't kick up much of a fuss before leaving him alone.

The walk to the infirmary felt like a fever dream, too long and too short at the same time. Azul wondered if your friends were still there at this time, if you were awake, if he was even allowed to enter. He stayed rooted in front of the entrance, trying to gather every last bit of confidence to put up his usual serene façade. 

He wouldn't let you see how affected he was by the whole ordeal. This wasn't supposed to be about him, he wanted to take a look at you. You, who had been nothing but friendly to him, who had caught his attention early on, who spent time with him at Mostro Lounge, who he admired so much, who wormed your way into his heart and refused to leave.

Azul was afraid you hated him now, but by the Sevens how much he wished you did. Why wouldn't you, after he tried to scam you out of your house and almost got you killed. All for his selfishness, for his stupid pride and greed. He was ready for you to scream at him, to hit him, say you never wanted to see him again. Even if the mere thought was enough for him to feel like throwing up, he knew it would be better if he stayed away from you and your light. That way, he wouldn't hurt you again, never again.

Steeling himself with the fakiest smile on his face, he pushed the door open, hands shaking.

The infirmary was quiet, no one in sight save for you. You were laying on one of the first beds, a peaceful expression on your face. You looked beautiful. You always did, to him. There were bandages all over where your skin was visible. Azul could feel the guilt choking him. How could he have the audacity to come talk to you after he was the one that did this?

He turned around and was about to leave when he heard you whisper. It was spoken so softly he wouldn't have heard at all if he wasn't hyperaware of you. "Stay." 

Azul stayed. He could never deny anything you asked for. Especially not when you sounded so pleading, when you looked at him like that.

There was a chair next to your bed, so umconfortable looking as it must feel. But it was the best way to stay closer to you, so he sat on it, waiting for you to drop the guillotine over his head for his sins. 

The silence was suffocating, denser than the pressure at the bottom of the ocean. He wanted you to say something, anything. His gaze was on the floor, lips pulled back, brows furrowed. If he closed his eyes, only the darkness would welcome him, swallow him whole, so he kept them stubbornly open.

"Azul." It felt like a blessing, like a drop of water after walking through the desert, like a warm embrace. Azul relished the way you said his name, the delicious entonation as your tongue rolled over every letter. He wanted to beg you to say it again and again. The only thing he does is lifting his head to look at you.

The proximity between you two was startling. He hadn't noticed how close you were, hadn't noticed you raising your hand, hadn't noticed the shine in your eye. He thought you were about to slap him, but couldn't drag his stare away from your eyes. They looked so gentle, so full of... something. He wouldn't dare try to name the emotion behind them, wouldn't dare hope.

Your hand made contact with his cheek, making him flinch lightly. There was no sting, only your warmth as you held his face. Your fingers left burning imprints where they touched, marked him from the inside out. Wide blue eyes meet your affectionate ones, so open and honest. Why were you being so gentle to him? Acting like nothing happened, like things were the same as before this whole mess occurred. 

"I'm glad." You confess softly, a secret meant only for the two of you, thumb brushing against his cheeks as he leans into your touch and lets himself melt into it while he still can. "I'm glad you're alright, Azul." 

"How can you say that when you're the one laying on a hospital bed?" His voice falls flat, trying to hide his emotions. But he's a cracked shell, his insides are spilling out into your palms, plain for you to pick apart and analyse as you please.

You smile, your joy is so sincere Azul can feel his eyes burn with unshead tears. How could he ever hurt someone like you? How could you still look at him without an once of hatred or disguist or fear?

"I was worried about you." You state as if it was the simplest thing in the world, because it is, to you. The sky is blue, the ocean is cold and you care about Azul. You say as if you aren't shattering his last bits of composure, as if you aren't breaking his heart into little jagged pieces. 

"Don't say that." He manages to choke out, as if the mere words hurt his throat, voice watery and breaking. "Please, don't say that." The 'I don't deserve it' is not said out loud, but both of you can hear it.

"How can I not? It's the truth." His tears flow freely, no longer under his control as he feels the urge to sob, to beg for forgiveness, to hide and never see you again in fear of hurting you. Only you had this effect on him, only you could break his barriers and composure so easily. 

You brush his tears away, whispering reassurances. Wasn't him supposed to be the one reassuring you? He had come to see how you were, to apologize, to let you scream at him, anything. He could take it if you hated him, he would understand, but how could your gaze still hold so much fondness in it, so much love? The guilt shatters him, pierces his heart, make his sobs louder. How cruel could your kindness be?

He had hurt you. Azul had hurt you and he wasn't sure how he could ever forgive himself, the guilt gnawing at his core. Despite that, you still smile at him. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He repeats, over and over. You say you forgive him, but he keeps going until his voice is hoarse. You don't, no, you can't understand it. You did nothing wrong, you're not like him, hands stained with blood and rot. He lets his guilt out before it festers and consumes him. It isn't enough to make up to you, although it does make him feel a little bit better, to let it all out like this.

You don't lie to him. You don't say it wasn't his fault or that he wasn't in the wrong, but you don't rub it in either. Azul appreciates it, the sincerity. He knows you can hold him accountable when the time is right. For now, you comfort him. You tell him how nobody else could put such effective notes together, how determinated and hardworking he is. How his past doesn't define him and how he has greater strenghts than any magic. He drinks every word up, commiting them to memory.

As his tears seem to dry out alongside his voice, you pull him closer to yourself. He submerges himself into you, your scent, your voice, your touch. He would happily let himself drown on the sensation. You just hold him, rubbing circles on his back and lending him your shoulder. 

It's like time has frozen over. Azul wishes it had. He could stay like this with you for hours if you'd let him, although he doesn't feel ready to admit it, be it to you or to himself. 

Everything is not right. You're still hurt, his contracts are still gone and Azul still feels wrong, the effects of the overblot lingering underneath his skin. His reputation took a significant blow and he'll have to change the method he's always used to work at his own establishment. 

But not all is lost, either. He can start over, the right way this time. You'll be by his side, cheering him on. There's a long road to improvement and Azul has never been one to get scared by such things. He'll put his efforts on getting back on his feet and breaking the surface of the water, as he refuses to drown. 

The late hour weights on your tired bodies, causing you to yawn, your hold on him getting laxer. With the way his body aches, he wouldn't be able to go back to Octavinelle. In fact, he doesn't feel able to move from the chair he is in. He doesn't want to leave you from his sight, to lose your touch. 

You ask him to keep you company, prompting him to lay his head on your lap, an umconfortable position, as he has to bend his torso to reach it, but he doesn't mind. Just having you nearby will be enough. One of your hands interlock your fingers with his and the other plays with his hair as you hum, not letting the silence engulf the room. He's beyond grateful for that, for how you just seem to know what he needs and is more than willing to give it to him. He's never been handled with such care before, like he's wanted, like he's precious. It makes his body feel warm and he basks on it.

He waits until you stop your ministrations, until your breathing evens out and it's just him alone with his thoughts. He keeps his eyes shut, as he knows that if he dared to glance at your sleeping face his heart would burst with affection, the feelings he's trying to rein in exploding from his chest. 

Azul only has made a promise to himself once, when he was a little kid being bullied by his peers, eager to prove them wrong, to prove he could be better than their expectations. Now, he makes a new promise, to protect you and your kindness, to never let someone, least him, hurt you again, to make up for his own shortcomings and become someone you can be proud of.

He loses consciousness for the second time that day, but this time he knows he's alive. He feels it in the way his heart beats in sync with yours, the way his breaths come out from his mouth, the way your fingers are laced with his. 

Azul is alive and swimming to the surface, as he refuses to drown.

Masterlist

YESSS portuguese is kind of complicated since we've got a lot of verbal tenses and terminology but it's a lovely language! every country that speaks it has their own version of it as well so it's a bit confusing (I literally cannot comprehend Portugal's portuguese lol) but I think that's part of the charm! the language tells a lot about a place's culture and it's fascinanting to learn about it!

THIS IS SO SWEET I LOVE IT!! just like honeybee's, I also like to eat honey, so it feels very appropiate 🍯🐝

BEE I CANT BREATH THE TAGS ON THE JAMIL FIC JKSHKJSHK I CANT RN I SHOULD BE STUDYING HISTORY BUT INSTEAD IM TRYING NOT TO SMILE AT MY COMPUTER LIKE A CLOWN OMGOMG ILSYM I WENT TO GOOGLE TRANSLATE TO TRANSLATE THE PORTUGUESE AND WALLAH أعشقك كثيرا يا حب حياتي YOUR WORDS ARE SO KIND AND LOVELY THEY MAKE ME BURST WITH JOY TYSM

MORI I'M GLAD YOU LIKE MY SILLY LITTLE THOUGHTS SO MUCH !!! seriously your writing is wonderful and I love to learn new things about different cultures!!

good luck with studying!! and don't forget to take breaks and drink water!! you've got this!!

EU TAMBÉM TE AMO AMORINHA <33

BEE I CANT BREATH THE TAGS ON THE JAMIL FIC JKSHKJSHK I CANT RN I SHOULD BE STUDYING HISTORY BUT INSTEAD IM TRYING NOT TO SMILE AT MY COMPUTER LIKE A CLOWN OMGOMG ILSYM I WENT TO GOOGLE TRANSLATE TO TRANSLATE THE PORTUGUESE AND WALLAH أعشقك كثيرا يا حب حياتي YOUR WORDS ARE SO KIND AND LOVELY THEY MAKE ME BURST WITH JOY TYSM

MORI I'M GLAD YOU LIKE MY SILLY LITTLE THOUGHTS SO MUCH !!! seriously your writing is wonderful and I love to learn new things about different cultures!!

good luck with studying!! and don't forget to take breaks and drink water!! you've got this!!

EU TAMBÉM TE AMO AMORINHA <33

WHY DID U ASSUME I'D JUDGE YOU ??? you're right tho lol this questions says a lot about u as a person

ooh I never had those before! and I probably won't either bc I'm kinda allergic but ! hazelnut seems good enough. not sure how to feel about the neon green on pistachio tho

ME TOO vanilla is simple and goes well with anything! though I've never seem the vegan one to try before, next time I'll look for it

mine are white chocolate OR the one I absolutely must have at home. Flocos Ice Cream. (sorry I have NO IDEA how to translate it but there's like chocolate flakes on vanilla? it's very good!)

Mal I have a very important question to you. What's your favorite ice cream flavor???

OK SO. DON’T JUDGE ME😕😕

i really like pistachio ice-cream or hazelnut!!!

most of the time i have vanilla because it’s easier to get… BUT i’m fussy and i only like vegan vanilla icecream but it HAS TO BE VEGAN not regular. it tastes different.

thank you for your tags on my works they always make my day <3, the malleus one especially!! - amoreleeches

hiii Jane!! I just love your writing, it's so sweet and I'd gladly get cavities to read it all! Malleus' proposing was so cute but I couldn't help but think of mc's reaction being: so shocked they stop crying and just stare at him for a good minute. Malleus stays on his knee, waiting and looking eagerly, ring in hand. mc has to let him down gently, but this was enough to make them feel happy and with a full heart again, and Malleus will gladly wait for as long as they need.

hope you have a great day, dear!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR LOVE ON MY BARBATOS WORK but you must know i am obsessed with u having a potted plant of four leaf clovers and then the image of just your dog being like GRASS!! GRASS!! I EAT LIKE COW!! Since my own dog likes chewing grass as well skfjdjdns you're such a unique person omg that story is something so special

AQUA I LOVE YOUR WRITING SOOO MUCH YOU NEVER FAIL TO IMPRESS ME!!! THANK YOU FOR SHARING WITH US IT WAS SO SWEET!!! just imagining barbatos in full butler clothes trying to find four leaf clovers with mc is such a charming scene. love is stored in the little things!!!

IT WAS EXACTLY LIKE THAT and I liked my little plant so much but my dog was a MENACE and loved to eat grass. we also have a barbados cherry tree and she'd dig the earth all the time and make a huge mess. I'll not even get started on the potted strawberries seedlings. it was a bit funny tho because none of my other dogs did that, ONLY her

you play the drinking game and end up at the ER from alcohol poisoning 😔

ooh I have plans for these two, mc might not be the best at sports but they solo in board games 💪

[Club activities - part 1]

Summary: Crowley insists you join one of the school's clubs, even though your schedule is already full. Having no other choice, you oblige, on one condition: you'll attend a meeting of each club before deciding which one you'll join. As expected, shenanigans ensue.

Notes: gn!reader, humor, it's kinda long, reader is oblivious, mentions of minor injuries but in a funny way dw, I had to research about horse management and now you'll know about it too

Part: 1 (you're here!) / 2 (soon!)

"Do I really have to do this? Isn't it enough that I already am your unnoficial errand runner, Grim's babysitter, Ramshackle's prefect and have to deal with an overblot a month on top of whatever insanity the students decide to put me through while I try to keep my grades up to not lose my scholarship?"

You really hoped he would listen to reason, after all, you already have way more than enough on your plate. As it is, he obviously didn't hear to a word you said. How unfortunate. 

"Of course it's most crucial you participate in a club! As a model educator, I must set an example for my peers. How would it look if one of my students didn't partake in such an important school activity?"

Crowley looks agravated by the mere idea. You deadpan at him. He stares back at you. Grim snoozes in the background. 

"Well, which one will it be?"

You sigh, as if the weight of the world was in your shoulders.

"...Can I see the list, at least?"

Crowley smiles, his whole demeanor changing as soon as he got what he wanted. You brace yourself for what is to come, knowing it will be a headache.

After taking a look at your options, you decide to go in one meeting of each before choosing one to join. You could just randomly pick one and be done with it, but since you're already being forced to do this, you should do something you enjoy.

The headmaster gives you a genial smile and agrees on your conditions, telling you how kind he is for doing so and how it will be great for your education. You glare at him, defeated.

Better start sooner than later, right?

Spelldrive Club (Leona, Ruggie, Epel)

Good news, you've played spelldrive before, so you're not entirely lost!

You keep that in mind as you arrive at the field. It's pretty intimidating, with most of the players being thugs from Savanaclaw that look like they could fold you in half like a twig. You scurry to Epel's side.

He's surprised you decided to participate in a meeting, but really happy as well since it's a chance to show off his manliness to you. You chat for a bit as you wait for Leona, the captain, to arrive. Ruggie eventually joins you both, cracking some joke about your unexpected attendance and having a new member on the team.

Once Leona arrives, he looks just as grumpy as usual, but his ears are perked up and he's scanning the field as if looking for something. And it seems he finds it once his eyes land on you, leading him to your little group's direction.

Crowley had the decency of telling him in advance about your test drive of the club, but Leona warns you he won't allow you to slack off just because it's your first day. You're surprised he even bothered to tell you this, as you imagined he would be as unenthusiastic as he is about his normal classes. It seems he has high expectations for you. Epel and Ruggie look startled as well, but wisely keep their mouths shut.

Everyone did light stretchs and got their brooms, ready to play. It was... intense. You already expected it from what little experience you had from the tornament, not to mention that by being magicless you had a limited range of moves you could pull, but it seemed Leona was a strict leader when it came to the sport. 

That, or he wanted to show off today for some reason. According to one of Epel's snide remarks, Leona is usually more laid back than he was being. You couldn't help but worry it had something to do with you, so you kept your head low and tried to follow the best you could, least he screamed at you as well. Besides, his complaints did sound reasonable, even if he was blunt and kind of rude about them, so it was good he was so motivated!

And he wasn't the only one. Epel was giving his all, pulling stunts left and right to get points. You were amazed by his ability, since you've never seen him play before, you had no idea he was this good! Your gaze would wander to wherever he was and you could swear you felt him staring back sometimes, though he turned his head away too fast for you to confirm it.

Even so, he wasn't safe from blundering his play eventually. After marking a point, he turned in your direction, confident that you've been watching, chest puffed out proudly. Only to be met with your panicked look as you tried to signal for him to look behind. One of the players from Savanaclaw shoved him then, almost dropping him from his broom. Luckly, Epel managed to catch himself just in time to avoid an accident, making you sigh relieved, your clammy hands readjusting their grip on your own broom, heart beating wildly on your chest. Leona screamed at both of you for being distracted, but he glared harder at Epel.

Ruggie was another one set on impressing you with his techniques, doing dangerous tricks on his broom while in midair. You knew he was very good, he was the one you went against on the first time you played, after all, but still cheered on his tricks. His cheeky smile stayed firm on his face, growing at every compliment you threw his way. His tail was wagging behind him, but you didn't have to know that.

The thing is, if he started to pay too much attention on you to gauge your reactions, he got distracted from the game going on around him. On more than one occasion he was almost throw out while dangling on his broom with only his feet, somehow managing to get his balance back everytime. Leona looked ready to burst a blood vessel when it happened, you had a feeling he was going to be extra annoying to Ruggie for the rest of the week.

All in all, you couldn't do much, so you stayed at the sidelines watching your friends play. You were sweating all over, the scorching sun shining above you. Did you remember to use sunscreen? You closed your eyes and took one arm off your broom to wipe out some sweat from your brow, distracted. You were pretty tired. The shouting went on at the background. You had the impression your friends were calling your name. As soon as you were going to turn to their direction and see what it was that they wanted, everything went black and you lost consciousness.

You woke up at the infirmary, having a feeling of deja vu. Why whenever you tried to play spelldrive something had to happen? Epel, Ruggie and Leona were by your bedside, looking worried, upset or annoyed. They explained a disk went out of course and ended up hitting you at the back of your head, causing you to pass out. 

Ruggie proudly announced he was the first one to react and caught you just in time, before you hit the ground. Epel added that he helped Ruggie bring you to the infirmary and that Leona went off on everyone at the field for not catching the damned disk. Leona just huffed and pretended to not care, but you could tell he did just from how he stayed waiting for you to wake up.

As sweet as that little moment was, you didn't want a repeat of what happened and felt spelldrive wasn't really for you. Time to check out other clubs. 

(Epel excitedly asks for you to come and watch another pratice some time. Ruggie backs him up and pulls his puppy eyes on you. Leona looks like he would like that as well but stays silent, staring at you expectantly, ears perked up. You end up agreeing, not wanting to crush their enthusiasm. It seems they really enjoyed having you over. Not sure if the rest of the team could say the same, but a glare from Leona will shut them up if they dare to bother you.)

Equestrian Club (Riddle, Silver, Sebek)

There were horses on campus!? How come you never met one before? Time to rectify that!

You couldn't remember if you ever rode a horse before or not. Well, surely everything would turn out alright, since some of the most responsible people were on this club. Surely.

Riddle was the one that greeted you and showed you around the stables. There was a huge area dedicated to them, with all the horses having their own section and a fenced space reserved for riding them. They were all very well taken care of, as Riddle made sure to tell you about some of his duties as a member of the club. He even took you to meet his horse and taught you how to pet it!

You also met Sebek and Silver tending to their horses and talked with them a bit. Sebek expressed his diligence as always, talking loudly about his passion for the sport and how he would definitly make his Lord proud of his work. Silver was less overwhelming and seemed gentler surrounded by animals like that, as he told you softly that he was glad you showed interest in their club and how he hoped you'd enjoy it.

After such a warm welcome, you had your hopes high for this club! (Especially after what happened at spelldrive pratice). It didn't involve any magic either, so you could do everything just fine. All was well, until you were assigned a horse to tend for the day.

There was only one horse available, so you didn't have much of a choice, really. It was a beautiful white horse that truly looked straight out of a fairytale, with it's elegant aura and thick mane. If only it's temper could match it's appearence. It was one of the most petulant equines you've ever seen. It took a while for it to even let you get closer without trying to bite your hand off.

Silver said it still didn't have a name and Riddle told you that since you were it's handler for the day, you should name it. You decided to name it Maximus. Sebek liked the name, loudly approving it. Maximus seemed pretty content as well, so you patted yourself on the back for scoring one point with him.

The first thing you were going to do before actually riding him was to groom him. You decided to watch how your friends did it and mimick their actions. Riddle handed you a bucket with different brushes that you had no idea what should be used for. Sebek secured Maximus for you, saying it was to make sure he wouldn't move around while you tried to take care of him. Silver helped you two get acquainted, making sure you knew basic safety instructions.

You grab a round rubber comb, watching Riddle rub circles on his horse's side with a firm hold. Starting on Maximus' left side, you hesitantly bring the comb in contact with his fur, watching as he gives you a nasty side eye. You weakly start your sweeps, careful to not hurt him or press on a tender spot. Riddle tells you to use more pressure in order to remove the dirt from his coat. You increase your strenght as he nods approvingly. Just as he's about to turn back to his own work, he sees you sliding the brush down Maximus' shoulders and to his legs, his tail swishing in warning. He manages to pull you back just in time before Maximus closes his jaw where your hand was mere moments ago. Your arm trembles and your eyes are wide as he explains which areas are sensitive and that you'd better avoid them.

After using a stiff brush that reminded you of a broom to knock out the dirt you had loosened, being extra careful on the areas Riddle mentioned, you grab a soft brush. You feel dread pool on your stomach as you watch Silver kneel down to tend to his horse's legs. You stare at Maximus, hoping he would let you do the same, but you swear his expression is one that says 'I dare you to try and see what happens'. You gulp but still get down to it, better get it done as soon as possible. The front legs go swimmingly, the back ones not so much. As you're almost getting finished you accidently press on a sore spot. Maximus loudly neighs, stamps his foot and raises his knee, causing you to fall on your behind, surprised and very much still in hitting range. You were pretty sure that was it, you were going to infirmary again with the worst concussion ever known to man. Thankfully, Silver had noticed it just in time to drag you away, holding you by your armpits like a misbehaving kitten. Your knees feel weak, so you stay on the ground with a racing heart as you watch Silver calm Maximus down.

The next step was to clean Maximus' hooves. Anyone with half a brain cell could sense it was a bad idea to leave you to it, so you stayed back while Sebek did the cleaning. He didn't to it quietly though, he made sure to shout every step so you'd learn how to do it at a later date. You couldn't even find it in yourself to be mad at his condescending tone, too grateful for him helping you out. You thank him sincerely as he pauses mid rant. He stares at you with his mouth open, as if he had short circuited. Sebek stays strangely quiet for the next few minutes, not making eye contact with you but trying to steal glances your way without you noticing. Maximus huffs and it sounds mocking, somehow. 

To finish it up, you comb Maximus' mane, untangling it carefully, finding it surprisingly relaxing and by far the best part of this whole thing. When brushing his tail, you make sure to stand by his side, not behind, to avoid almost being kicked again. You look proudly at your work as Maximus flaunts himself. Riddle, Silver and Sebek compliment your efforts, making you smile sincerely despite being pretty sure Maximus hates your guts and has cursed your entire bloodline in his mind.

Finally, the time has come. You're going to actually ride the horse now!

That is, if you manage to mount it first. 

You try to mount Maximus' by his right side, but he doesn't budge. Plus, he's too tall for you to reach properly. He stares at you. You're sure he's laughing at your misery. Silver, bless him, comes to your aid. He hands you a safety helmet and calmly checks if the saddle is well secured with the girth and all buckles are fastened. He offers you his hand and you take it, letting him guide you to Maximus' left side as he explains just how to get up. He looks very princely like this, talking almost excitedly... or, well, as excited as Silver gets. He doesn't look like he's about to fall asleep, so that must count for something, and there's a rare smile on his face. He must really like his club. And the horses seem to like him just fine as well. Way too fine, actually, since they insist in interrupting him as he talks, demanding his attention. His horse smacks it's tail on your face as it nuzzles on Silver's hand. Maximus neighs amused, that bastard.

You thank Silver and let him get to his own activities, not wanting to take more of his time. He leaves, but his smile dropped and he looked almost disappointed. You wonder what that was about. Either way, you go find a steeping stool to help you mount Maximus. Riddle goes with you, insisting in supervising everything to make sure you won't have any problems. He holds Maximus' face to make sure he will stay quiet for you to mount him like Silver taught you to. As soon as you're seated Riddle withdraws from proximity, letting Maximus have some space. However, before you get time to grip the reins, Maximus takes off, leaving you to desperately hold onto his neck as he runs around. Riddle goes after the two of you, trying to stop him while you hold your screams in. After a full minute of this, Maximus suddenly stops, making you let go of your grip on him and fall to the side. Riddle fusses over you, making sure you're not badly hurt while reprimanding the horse for the stunt he pulled. 

You do feel sore all over, but refuse to back down. You're not going to let Maximus have the last laugh. You thank Riddle for his help and let him go back to his horse, assuring him you'll be fine. He checks on you once more to make sure you're ok before going, looking behing his shoulder as if you were about to fall again. You smile reassuringly. His face turns red like his hair and he scurries away. You take Maximus back to where you left the steeping stool, determined to mount him and actually stay there this time.

Sebek notices your struggle and decides to graciously help you once more. Maximus squirms around but eventually the two of you make him stay in place while you mount him. Sebek keeps his hand on Maximus while you adjust your footing and organize the reins. Once you're ready, you nudge Maximus with your lower leg, encouraging him to start walking. Sebek insists on being close the entire time, making corrections to your position and moviments, such as keeping your back straight and looking forward. Even with his harsh soldier like tone, you begin enjoying the ride and compliment him on his ability as a teacher, stating how much of an exceptional rider he must be. Sebek blushes and starts stuttering, words getting mixed up with one another. Without his clear instructions you start having a rockier time with reining Maximus, but he manages to not blunder his words too much when telling you how to halt and to dismount your horse.

At the end of pratice you're sweaty, covered in mud and sore all over. It was fun some times, but you rather not have to worry for your life at every meeting (the overblots and dealing with your friends antics was already more than enough life threatning excitement for you). You also feel you should steer clear from the stables, just in case Maximus tries to commit his revenge on you. Time to check out other clubs.

(The boys insist you only need some more practice, that you have potential, that Maximus will warm up to you. They are very earnest when telling you they enjoyed having you over, even if they had to keep an eye on you the whole time to make sure you wouldn't get hurt. When they ask you to come by another time, you can't say no. You suppose you do owe them one for all their help. They ligthen up when you agree, so you can't bring yourself to regret it, even if you know you'll have to deal Maximus once again.)

Basketball Club (Ace, Floyd, Jamil)

Oh, this is Ace's club, right? And it's a normal non-magical sport as well. Let's give it a try!

The first person to greet you is, obviously, one of your closest friends (and cause of your daily headaches), Ace. He had bragged to you about his ability in playing basketball before, something about being the best freshmen in the team and even Riddle complimenting him on his skill. He teases you, asking if you'll be able to keep up with him, which earns him an eyeroll and a friendly punch on the shoulder.

You quickly remember who else Ace mentioned being on the team as soon as you hear a loud voice call for 'Shrimpy' and two arms squeezing the air out of you. Of course, Floyd was overenthusiastic about your participation, telling you how your presence would surely make things interesting and how this class was starting to get boring so it was good to have something new added to it. You're not sure how to react so you reply telling him you'll do your best (and praying he'd let you go before you run out of air). Floyd stares at you for a bit, taken aback from such an earnest answer, before squeezing you even harder for being so cute. Ace comes to the rescue, saving you from passing out before the class could even start.

You also find another familiar face on the team, Jamil. You thank whatever higher being that was out there looking out for you for sending a sane person to keep you company. It seems Jamil shares the sentiment, as you start a light conversation about the club that ends up being more about Jamil complaining that he had to deal with Kalim's shenanigans his entire life and the only moment he's alone he has to babysit Ace and Floyd, least they cause a disaster and the rest of the team is blamed for it. You sympathize with him, promising to do your part in the babysitting duty for the day. Jamil looks really relieved as he thanks you.

Before pratice, just like in Spelldrive, you did light stretches, competing with Ace to see who can reach their feet when bending down or who can stay longer balancing on one leg. Everyone got separated in duos to train some passes before actually playing. Scattering across the gym, each at one end of the room, you and Ace threw the ball between yourselves. He always had some cheeky comment to make about your lack of skill, which only motivated you to throw the ball harder at his direction, technique be damned. All the while you had to be careful to avoid stray shots from the others around you. Perhaps you should have brought the safety helmet from the Equestrian club.

Floyd and Jamil (he must have been dragged into this, being one of the only ones able to handle Floyd) were right next to where your duo was. They both were obviously skilled, doing tricks with the ball to show off. You were actually pretty impressed as you observed them, so much so that you miscalculated your shot and instead of sending the ball to hit Ace, it went at Floyd's direction. As Floyd was busy annoying the closest student to his side, he only noticed the ball right before it hit him, too late to stop it. 

Thankfully his skull was thick enough that not even a basketball hitting him managed to hurt, though it did leave quite an impressive red mark on his face. Ace swore and scurried away from Floyd's other side, Jamil pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, you felt your heart drop. The student that previously had Floyd's attention took the opportunity to run away, leaving the four of you in this stalemate. Even with all the activity around, you could only focus on the way Floyd raised his eyes to meet your frightened ones, an impassive expression on his face and your basketball on his hand.

Instead of a frown and the deeper tone of voice you expected (alongside the promise of pain in your future), you were met with a wide grin, sharp teeth at full display, and a high pitched giggle. You didn't know which was worse. Either way, you felt like a prey caught in it's predator radar. Floyd told you that if you wanted to play so bad, he'd be happy to play with you! Ace was planning your funeral already.

And so, what was supposed to be a simple exercise of passing the ball became an impromptu game of dodgeball in which if you were hit, instead of being out you gained a concussion and a trip to the infirmary. Somehow, Ace and Jamil got roped into it as well, the three of you running around to avoid being hit by one of the deathly bullets Floyd threw at you. After noticing it, the club leader announced they could stop for a short break before picking out the teams for a game, in the hopes it would distract the eelmer enough to make him stop.

It worked, since the prospect of 'playing another game with shrimpy' made Floyd get excited to get you on his team. You sighed in relief, a bit out of breath. You and Ace sprawled yourselves at the floor to rest, not caring about how dirty it may be, your legs needed to lay down for a while. He turned his head at your direction and said it was your fault for having such bad aim. You replied with how it was his fault for being so bad at teaching you. You have a stare down that ends in both bursting into laughter.

Jamil and some other second year were the ones choosing the teams. He smiled mischievously, the same smile he had when he was planning something. Jamil could be the calmer one between your options, but that didn't mean he wouldn't cause trouble as well. In the end, you stayed on Jamil's team while Floyd and Ace were on the other. Floyd pouted and whined about how he had wanted to play in the same team as you and Ace seemed a bit miffed (you weren't sure if it was because he ended up against you or because he was with Floyd). Jamil had a very self satisfied smile on his face as he told you which formation your team would use. He sent a smug smirk to the others when you weren't looking.

You were wondering what kind of stunt Floyd would put to get what he wanted, but once the game started he just... didn't do anything. Jamil, on the other hand, was quick to catch the ball and take it to the other side of the court, dodging Ace's attempts at stopping him, jumping high and scoring some points. You were in awe, you had no idea Jamil was this good! As he went to your side with a self-satisfied expression in face, you showered him in compliments, saying how fast he ran and how high he jumped and how he looked really cool! While the smile stayed on his face, it seemed softer, and Jamil wouldn't look you in the eyes, murmuring something that you didn't catch about this being his strategy to win by having you on his side.

As the game went on you managed to get the hang of it, actually enjoying playing! Jamil and you made a great duo and Floyd was too desmotivated to try to win, so that only left Ace as your major obstacle. He'd often try to get the ball from your hands while making some sassy remarks and engaging in light hearted banter with you. Even when you weren't with the ball he stayed close to try to block you. It came to a point when you were going to try to score a point when he appeared in front of you, close enough that you wouldn't have time to dodge him. So, of course, you had to maneuver your way out, getting close to his face as you made sure to keep his hands away from the ball. His attention was solely on you, gaze unwavering as your noses almost touched and your breaths mingled. He was frozen in place and you took your chance, jumping as high as you could and dunking the ball on the net.

Your team cheered you on, a huge smile on your lips as you turned to see Ace's reaction. He was standing at the same spot, still looking at you. You winked playfully and blew him a kiss, rubbing your victory on his face, proud of your work. He blushed and crossed his arms, saying that you cheated by distracting him. His gaze remained on the lower half of you face. Before you could reply, Jamil whisked you away, congratulating you on your shot.

It was good your team got hyped up, but alongside it so did Floyd. He suddenly felt motivated to play against you and see you try to dodge around him like you did with Ace, since it seemed like lots of fun! (Which would not happen because have you seen his height?) It's not like you had a choice in the matter, anyway, since Floyd could easily take down any member of your team and go straight at you now that he felt like playing again. The last minutes were more like a game of tag between you two, Floyd giggling as he tried to catch you. You ran around the players, trying your best to make a complicated path to confuse him. 

You were actually having some fun, seeing Jamil get the ball from Floyd's hands to help you out and Ace try to get in your way to slow you down. Still, you were not used to that much exercise, your sore body becoming your own enemy as you got more sluggish, which in turn made you get more distracted. It was thanks to that you didn't notice Floyd until he was right beside you, ready to glomp you and squeeze as he trapped you in his arms. You'd blame it on your tiredness later, but as a last effort to get away from him you turned around abruptly, supporting your weight on your heel. Since you were worn out, you got dizzy quickly, tripping over your own feet and landing on the ground.

As soon as you felt sharp pain on your ankle you knew you were screwed, a whine coming out of your throat and tears welling in your eyes. Why must something like this always happen to you? The boys crowded over you, asking if you were okay or if you could stand up or if you wanted a hug to feel better. The answer was no to all of them.

In the end, you saw yourself staring at the infirmary ceiling once more, sweaty and tired, your ankle wrapped in bandages and propped up on the bed. Maybe you should stop going to sports clubs' pratices. Ace, Jamil and Floyd stood by your side, watching you to make sure you were alright, in their own ways. You felt a strong sense of deja vu, though you were grateful for them carrying you all the way up there (even if Floyd took the opportunity to squeeze you some). You could tell for sure that basketball wasn't for you. Time to check out other clubs.

(To lift the mood, Ace cracked a joke about how terrible you were at basketball and how you still had a long way to go before reaching his level. Jamil agreed, adding that pratice makes perfect. Floyd said he had much more fun with shrimpy around to keep him entertained. It wss pretty obvious they wanted to see you there again. The three of them looked at you with hope, even if Floyd's puppy eyes didn't work nearly as well as Ruggie's and Ace's and Jamil's tsundere act didn't fool you, you couldn't say no to them. You did have some fun as well, although next time you'll try to only watch and cheer on the sidelines, no need to be on the playing field and within squeezing distance.)

Track and Field Club (Deuce, Jack)

Despite your previous conviction, you decided to give the sports clubs one last chance. As this club didn't involve a game with complicated rules nor any magic, it seemed like the best choice. Positive thinking is key!

As soon as you steped foot into the field, Deuce and Jack came to great you, visibly happy to have you there! (They won't admit it to you, but they were a bit jealous that you had went to your other first year friends' clubs but not to theirs yet. They were determined to impress you.)

You tell them you're a little worried you won't be able to keep up with their pace, since Deuce has won prizes for his speed and Jack goes on morning jogs everyday. They reassure you that it's no problem, they'll help you the best they can!

The other members don't mind you much, letting your friends monopolize your attention. Jack asks if you've eaten and how has your diet been, you'll need some energy to run! Deuce asks if your uniform is comfortable and if the shoes fit in the right way, it's important to be able to move freely! They are very respectful and answer any question you might have patiently, which makes you feel welcomed. Maybe this time it won't be so bad!

To start pratice, the club leader tells all the members to run some laps. You notice you're pretty behind everyone else, but you're trying to not use all your energy at the warm up, so you don't mind. You take the chance to observe your friends running ahead of you, how the sun reflects on their skin, their shoulders going up and down, every step helping them gain speed. They looked really cool. This fills you with determination, promising to yourself to give it your best in this club.

After taking a break to drink water and stretching your muscles, you start the dynamics. It was a bit funny since you did them by basically moving in circles and changing the way you walk. Still, they were easier to accompany everyone than the laps. So far, so good!

Things start going downhill once you had to do the jumps. Everyone lined up, you staying at the last place, Jack and Deuce right in front of you. They explain that you should sprint, jump at the wooden board and land on the sand pit. Seems easy enough! 

It's not. On Jack's turn, he makes it looks effortless, even with his bigger built he manages to land with grace. You clap for him and he pretends to not notice, but his tail is wagging. On Deuce's, he catches speed quickly and jumps high, landing on his feet and turning to look at you. You cheer for him, a big smile in face as he rubs the back of his neck and thanks you with red cheeks. 

You try to copy their moviments, sprinting with a concentrated look on your face, focused on your destination. Unfortunately, you should have looked at the ground as well, since when it was time to jump you were just a tad too slow and tripped on the wooden plank, falling on the sand pit. You try again, this time focusing on where you're putting your feet, not missing the plank! However, you jump with too much force and doesn't land right, bouncing off the ground again before falling on your knees. You try one more time, jumping at the right place and not putting to much force. This time, though, your feet are not positioned the right way and you loose the strenght to support your weight, eating sand once more. You're going to blame this one on your recently sprained ankle and call it a day. (Thanks Floyd!)

After getting no luck on the long jump (and leaving with your hair full of sand), Jack and Deuce make sure you're ok. You reassure them that yes, your ankle is fine (for now), no, you didn't swallow sand (at least you're pretty sure you didn't) and yes, of course you want to keep going, it's going to take more than just that to deter you (you're a bit used to defeats). Finally, you start to train for the high jump. Especifically the landing, since if you fall the wrong way you could get seriously hurt. Please make sure you land right! Jack and Deuce will be watching closely, ready to help.

Everyone gets separated to go to different mats, some of the older students going straight to the jump. Your friends follow you, Deuce has a fist up as he talks excitedly about his progress on this jump. Jack listens by the side, nodding to some things or adding a comment on how he didn't jump quite that high, but it was an improvement anyway. They are like your personal coaches, instructing you to start by doing rollouts, than jumping and doing a rollout, then jumping higher and doing a rollout.

Once the basics are covered they join you, taking turns at running and flopping on their backs. It's fun, the way your body bounces of the mat and watching Jack and Deuce compete on who can flop harder. They add the bungee, which makes things more complicated since you had to reach a certain heigh to not get stuck on it, but it was a nice challenge. You did lose your shoe due to your feet getting caught in the bungee on the first try, though.

You were enjoying it, laughing along your friends! Until they added the bar. The bar changed everything. The height was a bit higher than it was with the bungee and it was nowhere near as soft. You watched, in awe, as Jack and Deuce flew just over lt and landed on a rollout. You were sure you'd get it too, after all, you did great on the other steps! You ran, turned around and used as much impulse as you could to jump. Instead of the soft embrace of the training mat, you were met with the metalic and hard feeling of the bar digging on your back as you landed right above it. Not even the mat could soften the blow, making you cry out, both in surprise and in pain. The sting was enough to have you wondering if you ever wanted to try this again in your life, the pain was not worth it.

Deuce was by your side instantly, bending down, asking if your back was ok and offering his hand to help you get up. Your hand clasps his, the force he used making your faces come very close to each other, noses touching, your breathless and flushed face right in front of his worried blue eyes. Said eyes widen as his face takes a red tone, he stutters apologies while backing away, hands covering his cheeks. Jack, who you hadn't notice coming close behind you, puts his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly. He says you went well for a begginer and tells you how Deuce did the same thing on his first try. You giggle, putting one of your hands above his to show your appreciation. He quickly drops it and crosses his arms, saying the three of you better get going to the next exercise, eyes avoiding yours and conveniently looking at where the others on the field were gathering together.

There were obstacles scattered across the field, some closer than others. Deuce puffs out his chest and says it's time for the hurdle hops and that he'll show to you how it's done. You watch intently as he sprints and jumps at all the right times, not losing speed despite the things in his way. Jack follows him, a stoic look as he calculates just the right time to jump and cross every obstacle. It reminded you of when you'd watch race competitions back at home, how the runners looked as they crossed the finish line.

Filled with nostalgia, you try to replicate your memory, basing yourself on your friends' perfomances. You run and jump successfully on the first hurdle, feeling as if you're really improving! Though not for too long, since on the second hurdle you don't manage to jump high enough and just end up kicking it and falling on your butt. Oh well, you lasted longer than expected.

You refuse to back down, getting up and dusting yourself, ready to try again. Deuce and Jack support your enthusiasm, hyping you up on every try. It's a bit embarrassing to have them watching and commenting like this, but you feel warmth spreading through your chest and a smile blooming on your face. It's good to know people trust your ability to improve and do better, and you're not about to let them down!

There's one time you trip when you're near the hurdle and end up slipping under it. Another time you jump too close to it and almost full body slam it, falling on top of it. Your feet catches onto the edge of one of the hurdles and makes you fall. You end up knocking over one hurdle, keep running and then falling due to your lost momentum and equilibrium. You stay on the ground, defeated, your body screaming at you after so many falls. It wouldn't be so bad to give up, right? You really did try.

Deuce and Jack carry you to a bench and take care of you, Deuce handing you some water while Jack cleans the scratches you got from meeting the floor so much. They don't rub it in your face about your defeat (like a certain red haired first year would) and try to encourage you to keep trying. (They were pretty worried when you didn't get up though. They wanted to be one of the clubs that didn't make up you end on the infirmary.)

To end pratice, everyone would do a long run. The boys tell you can skip it, since you are already very tired, not used to this much exercising, chest heaving up and down and breath coming as short puffs of air. Jack says it'll do you no good to overwork your body and end up collapsing, Deuce backing him up. Still, you're stubborn, and you already did everything, you might as well go until the end. So you tell them you'll be just fine and agree to the run.

You keep Jack's words in mind, making sure to not overexerte it. Instead of holding a full on sprint you settle on a lighter jog, making sure your breaths are somewhat regulated. This makes you stay very behind the others but you don't mind, everyone has their own pace after all. Deuce and Jack were close to you, since they had very obviously slowed down significantly to keep you company, and you greatly appreciated that, flashing them a smile. Deuce offers a thumbs up and Jack nods his head.

There is a part where you trip and almost fall, but thankfully Deuce catches your arm and manages to keep you upright while still in movement. Though you two get extremely close again, your foreheads even knock on each other's. Deuce gets red faced again, instead of fumbling with his words he fumbles with his feet, tripping and taking you with him as his grip tightens on your arm.

Jack comes to the rescue and stays in the middle, still running prefectly even after having used so much energy during pratice. Guess the daily jogs do work. You look at his back muscles contracting, his shoulders moving, his tail helping him keep equilibrium, feet touchig the ground for a moment before they're gone. He seems to notice the eyes on his back as he looks over his shoulder, head tilting in confusion in such an endearing way you can't help but tell him what you were thinkin, about how cool he looks and how he must have trained so much for this! He looks taken a bit aback, ears twitching and tail wagging. So much so, in fact, that due to your closeness and his thick fur, it hits you, and due to your tiredness and the position it hits, you end up falling once again. You're not even mad, honestly. It was the nicest fall you've had so far.

Congrats, you manage to finish the run! Although you're drenched in sweat, hair sticking to your forehead and throat dry, you did it! But Deuce and Jack won't look you in the eye and keep blushing for some reason, you start to wonder if they're down with a fever at this point. Anyways, as soon as the run is over you throw youself (gently) on the ground, taking large gulps of air and spreading and stretching your limbs. 

All in all it was pretty fun, even if you did get some scratches and lost whatever little dignity you still had. But you found yourself all sweaty and sore again, not to mention that you didn't think that track was for you. You plan to check other non sport related clubs later, but first, you deserve a break.

(Jack's tail keeps wagging and Deuce's smile is glued to his face. They mentally high five each other for a job well done. They had made you feel welcomed! And you enjoyed yourself! Such a shame you're not entering the club yet... remember to not fall out ot pratice in order to build stamina. Jack can help you with that, going on jogs with you! And you were so good at the high jump, not to mention you were almost getting the hang of the hurdle hops, so maybe next time you try will be the time you make it! Deuce can help you if you need! It's very clear what they wanted, and since they did do their best it feels right to give them a little reward, so of course you agree to come to another pratice eventually. Their smiles give you the force to strengthen your resolve, as you bid goodbye to any possible dignity you had left.)

Masterlist

brazilian catholic parents 2: electric boogaloo

Kalim is the world's most perfect man, families love him, other suitors fear him, my brother is teaching him how to play fifa as we speak

twst tier list on whether my strict arab family would let me marry them 

tags ,,,, @floral-poisons​, @italoniponic​, @yakoko​, @pandoa​, @v-anrouge​

Ello there! This isn’t a request >.< this is just me saying that I really liked the club activities scenarios! My fellow short companions Epel and Riddle have even more respect from me for doing such things with others being flippin living skyscrapers! I’m just the tiniest bit shorter than Epel, and I am not athletic in the slightest, so it was a pleasure to read! I’m not too sure how you feel about asks that are not requests, but I still wanted to say that I enjoyed your writing very much! You’re doing a lovely job and I wish the best for you!

HIII ANON ♡♡ of course you're welcomed to send asks about anything anytime!! I love to talk and I will appreciate any chance to ramble lol

THANK YOU SOOO MUCH THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY !!! I'm literally smiling so wide right now, your feedback means a lot to me!! I'm super glad you liked them, I had a lot of fun writing (giggling while making reader suffer the most ridiculous situations possible and the boys pining for them)

Oooh you're so right, Riddle and Epel do deserve a lot of respect for their hard work!! I think the other guys at spelldrive club might have made fun of Epel the first time he went to pratice only for him to prove his height means nothing and he's just as determined as them! now for Riddle, the problem was the horses since they can be hard to handle, depending on it's personality, but I'm sure he did the best possible job and his horse respects him a lot!!

LMAO I GET U, I think it's pretty clear I'm not athletic as well, couldn't even imagine doing all the things I put reader through (actually, I've only ever played basketball before on pe classes, the rest I had to do a lot of research so it was very insteresting to write!)

YOU'RE LOVELY ANON, I wish only the best for you too!! <33

I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT-- HELP???

Rook may be holding the brain cell but the true question is: is he willing to use it?

THATS SO CUTE he's just happy to be included!! he likes to hear what his friends have to say!! actually, Silver and Kalim friendship is a canon thing (see here) and it's so cute, their dynamic is basically:

THIS EDIT IS SO FUNNY THO CHERRY YOU'VE GOT AMAZING EDITING SKILLS

I actually do have a strong opinion on who should be who:

Kalim would be Blossom, both are leaders and although people tend to confuse Kalim's naivety for stupidity that's not true! he's the leader of Scarabia, the dorm of mindfulness! he's also a peacemaker, naturally caring and, as you said, red is pretty close to pink. I don't think he's that mature or level-headed (that's more like Silver), nor is he vain and overly analytical (that's more like Rook), but he's still the best for this role!

Silver would be Bubbles, both are more introverted and get along with animals (like disney princesses), he's also sweet and calmer. He's not naive and joyful (like Kalim) nor independent and sensitive (like Rook), but I think he would look pretty in blue!

Rook would be Buttercup more through a process of elimination honestly, he is stubborn, brave and a tough figther like her, though he isn't as hotheaded (I don't think any of them are).

in conclusion: LIGHT TRIO AS POWERPUFF GIRLS SO TRUE

You talked about Rook talking and I just remembered how much I want the light trio to have more interactions bc Rook talking [in French poetry], Kalim just laughing all the way and Silver taking everything at face value and dropping a "once my old man made fried pineapple with caramel soup for diner" talk about a good neutral chaotic group

OMG CHERRY. YOUR BRAAAIIINNN!!!!!!! I've never thought about this trio before but you're so right, they would be delightful to watch

like. Kalim wouldn't get freaked out by whatever Rook says, be it because it's super corny or super creepy. I think he'd just like to listen to it and maybe even like it??? him just going "oh thats very nice I wanna make poetry too!!" and just start saying some nonsensical thing alongside him (Jamil is about to get a headache). meanwhile Silver is just vibing there. I don't think he'd get roped into the senanigans as easily as Kalim but he's be passively participating. just listening. yes Rook that's very nice, but you know what's even nicer? your voice tone helping me fall asleep. people passing by the courtyard just find Silver napping while Kalim and Rook are talking in a code only they can understand (Jamil screams at the background, looking for Kalim). Rook thinks it's truly magnifiqué. in the cases Silver is not asleep he tries to add his two cents in with something he remember one of the Diasomnia members saying before (especially Lilia), even if it isn't connected at all to what they were saying before, Rook would think the father-son bond is beautiful and Kalim would think that's really nice how his friend gets along so well with his dad!!

Rook is CARRYING the chaotic energy, he's a true chaotic chaotic (morality is beautiful why should he stick to only one thing if he can experience all beautiful things!!) Silver is the calmer one, being more lawful neutral. Kalim is good chaotic, so he's like the balance between them. and thus, the powerpuff girls were created

you've opened my mind to this trio and now I'm going to think about the possibilities, thank you

You talked about Rook talking and I just remembered how much I want the light trio to have more interactions bc Rook talking [in French poetry], Kalim just laughing all the way and Silver taking everything at face value and dropping a "once my old man made fried pineapple with caramel soup for diner" talk about a good neutral chaotic group

OMG CHERRY. YOUR BRAAAIIINNN!!!!!!! I've never thought about this trio before but you're so right, they would be delightful to watch

like. Kalim wouldn't get freaked out by whatever Rook says, be it because it's super corny or super creepy. I think he'd just like to listen to it and maybe even like it??? him just going "oh thats very nice I wanna make poetry too!!" and just start saying some nonsensical thing alongside him (Jamil is about to get a headache). meanwhile Silver is just vibing there. I don't think he'd get roped into the senanigans as easily as Kalim but he's be passively participating. just listening. yes Rook that's very nice, but you know what's even nicer? your voice tone helping me fall asleep. people passing by the courtyard just find Silver napping while Kalim and Rook are talking in a code only they can understand (Jamil screams at the background, looking for Kalim). Rook thinks it's truly magnifiqué. in the cases Silver is not asleep he tries to add his two cents in with something he remember one of the Diasomnia members saying before (especially Lilia), even if it isn't connected at all to what they were saying before, Rook would think the father-son bond is beautiful and Kalim would think that's really nice how his friend gets along so well with his dad!!

Rook is CARRYING the chaotic energy, he's a true chaotic chaotic (morality is beautiful why should he stick to only one thing if he can experience all beautiful things!!) Silver is the calmer one, being more lawful neutral. Kalim is good chaotic, so he's like the balance between them. and thus, the powerpuff girls were created

you've opened my mind to this trio and now I'm going to think about the possibilities, thank you

brasileiro culture speakear portingles

oooh yes yes, I have it when I make an analogy I really like and just have to take a moment to admire it like "my brain.... so powerful.... I really did come up with this...."

dos filmes da Disney, enquanto vc tem a satisfação em escrever a referência eu tenho em ler e entender!! ainda mais q esses filmes eu vi quando pequena, mas essas férias eu re-assisti alguns e ai quando eu vou ler e pego uma eu fico bem AHA BIG BRAIN TIME, ent obg por colocá-las ai !!! é meu entretenimento

q bom pq I WILL TALK A LOT!!! não sabe o q tá fazendo mas tá fazendo mto bem e é isso q importa!! espero um dia nn saber o q to fazendo do msm jeito q vc 🙏

Hello hello! May i request the shy but kind s/o with trey, jade and rook? (As you can see i LOVE the vice dorm leaders but ik the limits three so i chose my top 3 😁) also thank you! And i think you deserve like- a million followers- cuz yr writing is top tier chefs kiss 👌

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, anon! Don’t worry! Humm… I see that you choose the “top3 sneakiest and shadiest vice leaders” from Idia’s list lmao And we continue with the saga of the shy kind reader~ In case some readers want more, there’s one for Deuce and other for Jack, Leona, Azul. I’ll make special masterlists for repeated tropes at the end of the event. I really like Trey and writing his was literally sweet but I just had so much fun writing Rook’s! He’s the weirdest of the weirdos but he amuses me. Thanks for the request <3 |

Trey Clover, Jade Leech, Rook Hunt x g!n shy but kind reader / headcanons / fluff / crush to lovers / (half) vice dorm leaders / use of “you” pronouns

Cherry’s Harvesting event 🍒 Masterlist

Gentle Lover

Trey knew you would be good company from the first moment he saw you. Unlike the other students who caused chaos even when they tried to avoid it — you know exactly who he’s talking about — your quieter, more shy personality stood out to him. Which was funny because you didn't used to like attracting attention to yourself;

Trey could understand that. He liked to act like a normal boy and as much as his life had always been relatively ordinary, he was considered the “quiet and proper student” of the class wherever he went. Both that and that classic “big brother” that others can rely on. Trey is reserved but, not necessarily shy or introspective;

When you talk together, it's like baking a cake. Ingredient by ingredient, stirring the dough gently and with a certain dexterity. Trey didn't pressure you to talk more than you liked and there was this implicit feeling that you were free to call it a day and do whatever you wanted after a good small talk. He would understand perfectly;

But ironically, it only made you spend even more time talking to him. Trey also noticed over time that you had a gentle side and even when your shyness was a hindrance, you didn't fail to help others and be helpful. This impression was intensifying more and more;

Before Trey could realize it, he was in love. It was like finding the perfect cherry to put on the cake he was preparing. Such a good, comfortable and sweet feeling. Trey found himself thinking for the first time about something that didn’t involve flour, sugar and stopping Riddle from guillotining the entire dorm;

He handled the situation with the utmost calm. There was no reason to act weird and if he suddenly got shy, you'd get it wrong — as happens in the teen movies Cater insists on recommending to Trey and forces him to watch. Not that Trey considers himself a movie-worthy protagonist but, one way or another, it was better to act normally;

But Trey is never prepared for the way you smile when he greets you as you walk in the hallways or when you visit Heartslabyul. You give a restrained nod but your smile is graceful and warm. It's like someone kneading Trey’s heart on a table, making it beat violently. But he is quick to pull himself together and smile at you back;

It took Trey a while to think of a way to declare himself to you, but in the end, he chose to make one of your favorite foods and leave a little note with the words “I love you”. Despite all the compliments that others give him, Trey doesn't consider himself the most skilled with words and he just wanted to make his feelings clear and easy to understand;

And so it was. You were so surprised but at the same time so happy that your love for Trey was reciprocated that you put the food aside just to hug him. It was a sudden but strong hug. Full of gratitude and affection, in a way that the gesture managed to be more complete than the best-crafted poetry;

Trey already expected that being your boyfriend would be a unique experience, even more so because it seemed that he only stayed friends with strange and eccentric people. Well, sometimes you could be one of those people deep down — actually, someone just like him. That made Trey laugh;

One of the things Trey likes to do with you is cooking. Whether he teaches you, whether you do something together, it’s a time of calm and tranquility. You are a perfect sous-chef, helpful and partner for all hours. Trey enjoys those little moments when you smile, always surprising him with yet another of your secret wonders.

You see, the ocean is the home to all kinds of fishes and creatures. Some more courageous and daring, others more shy and taciturn. The size of these fishes, in general, has a special role in how much they are willing to take risks in the sea — the same as extroverts in the real world; 

But regardless of size, you had the shyness of a little fish and Jade had everything to be the big fish, not only for his height but for the subtle way he inflicted fear on people. At first, you didn't have a very different reaction. Every time Jade passed by you, it was as if he had come out of the depths of nowhere and shock your heart;

It was a joy for Jade to see how your eyes could double in size every time you recognized his presence and the way you tripped over yourself and your own words when trying to talk to him. However, when he needed help with something, you were there to offer support. Always. Against all the odds, you mustered the courage to extend your hand to him;

Just like the time Jade was taking his pharmaceutics project to Prof. Crewel, which consisted of two terrariums from different families of fungi that he crossed. But the terrariums were reasonably large and you, passing by, worried that he was taking it all himself. Taking a deep breath, you approached him and half muttering, half gesticulating, you showed yourself willing to take the second terrarium to Jade;

No matter the good deed, you didn't bother to ask for anything in return. Even though being quite shy and talking to people wasn't your forte, you were always kind to others. Truly kind. Jade had no idea that someone consciously helping him and smiling in such a sweet way could make his heart feel as light as a bubble;

There was no more natural course but Jade ended up falling in love with you little by little. He managed to get closer to you over time, talking and sharing some of the thoughts that most of the time he hid. Obviously, not all on the same day. It was an equivalent exchange between you, one and the other opening up more day after day;

If being shy gives you any advantage, it's having that comfortable air of someone who can listen to people. The beginning was of slow development because this was also the role that Jade played in any conversation. He was naturally trained to guide people into a false sense of security to hear their deepest secrets. And you were... very difficult in that matter;

But the feeling of comfort you conveyed was genuine and won his heart with the dexterity of a good fisherman. Jade didn't realize it — it was Azul who commented on it — but he always smiled when he was next to you, listening to you talk very quietly about your opinions. A real smile, long and sweet. The kind of smile usually reserved for his mushrooms;

To your infinite surprise, the romantic feelings you developed for Jade were reciprocal and, in the words of the merman himself, you dominated him as no one has ever done and never would. That was said to make your heart fail for a brief moment and your shocked reaction was exactly what Jade expected. Oh, you just started dating and you already made him that happy!;

There is a silver lining to having a big fish as a boyfriend: other people are more afraid to pick on you. No matter where or when, Jade knows when others make some derogatory comment about your shyness — and woe betide them. Jade is for sure that person who in any establishment usually makes the requests that you whispered in his ear and corrects the waiters when they don’t understand what you said;

If you want a little encouragement to improve your speech or open up to people, Jade is there for it. He is a natural communicator and would be happy to help you. But in general, Jade cherishes a lot for your sweet and shy way of being, a precious anemone that he will take care of with all his affection.

If there was one thing Rook liked almost as much as admiring people’s beauty, it was contemplating their personalities. The world has a variety of people just like a tree and its thousands of leaves — similar but not necessarily the same. Even people of similar temperament weren’t like twins, perfect copies of each other;

Rook had already met several shy people and yet, you stood out among them in a very special way. Although he tried to explain it to you, you didn't quite understand. In fact, Rook’s pompous, eccentric and eloquent nature scared you a little at first. You never knew what to say to him and hearing him compliment you in a thousand ways didn't help much;

Invariably, you ran away from him as a frightened and smart dove runs away from a hunter. That only increased Rook’s interest in you. The circumstances of how you had stopped in that unknown world, the secrets you hid, your likes and fears, the words you wanted to say but never escaped the gates of your lips. He wanted to know everything!;

In his free time, Rook liked to watch you from afar, watching your interaction with the world around you. You carried with you the shaking feelings of shyness, but the real gentleness of a noble heart. Your sparrow’s song — as Rook affectionately called your occasional stutter — was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard;

Rook always made a point of greeting you when he passed you — visibly and not behind a bush. At first, you were scared, but over time, it became part of your routine. You would wave and nod at Rook back, sometimes managing to smile a little. You had no idea how much it melted his heart. And melted him too, as Rook throws himself at whoever was passing near him to hold him as he absorbed your kind response;

Eventually, when Rook struck up a conversation, you could answer him with a little more than five short words. Rook was an absolute gentleman with you, always courteous and gentle. And also sincere support in the small and big things. Even when faced with your flaws, his words were far from being rude or ironic. In fact, he gave you a little hope to keep trying to improve;

Your kindness to others is the central theme of most of the poetry Rook writes about you — and recites in the direction of your room in Ramshackle, so you can hide your flushed face and your reactions, and give him even more material to eloquently lament about how he can't reach you in that moment. An absolute mad lad but you're falling in love with him too;

During walks around the school, Rook often gives up his own hat so you can hide your face in it while you talk. He cannot restrain himself from praising and courting you whenever he gets the chance, swearing by the superiority of your inner and outer beauty above any other. You really can’t help but hide yourself behind that feather hat;

Rook definitely confessed his deep love for you in front of the Beautiful Queen’s statue during the most magnificent sunset you had ever seen. He told you that, according to some legends, the Queen was shy and reserved like you when she was young. But she has learned to combine her beauty and intelligence to overcome her obstacles;

Rook is confident in your potential and admires you in every way, even if you only advance little by little. He’ll be by your side at all times, being your moral support and a right-arm that you can hold on to to keep yourself on your feet. His faithfulness is immutable and absolute. It’s the first time you see him so confident and determined to swear his love only to you;

Rook is a fairly understandable boyfriend and respects your development time above everything. No matter how long it takes for you two to kiss, hold hands, or do anything, Rook is pleased to know that you love him back. Your small gestures of kindness and love are what make him happiest.

I AM SO STUPID??? I THOUGHT I FOLLOWED U BACK THE FIRST TIME I LEFT AN ASK ON UR PROFILE. LITERALLY WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME

HELPPP MAL YOU'RE SO FUNNY???? dw I did this sometimes when I was starting to learn how to use twitter as well LMAOOO

Aha just wanted to say that your reblog filled me with joy, I'm so happy you enjoyed the headcanons!!!

hiii Devil, I'm glad you liked my silly little comments ^^ I really liked your idea bc like... having a sleepover with your bestie can be something so personal... a core memory... a crucial bonding moment... soul healing... so!! I hold great fondness for sleepovers!! thank you for sharing with us, I'll make sure to read the next parts too!!

CHERRY YOU ARE. SO CUTE ILYYY ♡♡♡

I LOVE THAT YOU ANSWERED YES LETS TALK MORE!!!!!! I totally get this personalization, it's really important for us to get the feel of each character!! I'm always thinking about how their different upbringings might change the way they view things ya know! also I love the little movie references, like song titles or just general themes are soooo * chefs kiss *

SIM KKSJDKSK aqui em casa a gente tem o costume de fazer pão tbm, ent eu entendi!! mas o jeito q vc explicou deixou a frase melhor ainda KSKDKSKD eu sempre q leio kneeding imediatamente penso em gatos fazendo pãozinho em cobertor sabe, ent acho uma palavra fofa

WRITING ANALOGIES IS SO MUCH FUN THO, I also sometimes find myself giggling and kicking my feet more while writing an analogy than the actual romance itself

I like Rook too bc he says some of the WILDEST MOST OUT OF POCKET STUFF UMPROMPTED LIKE SIR??? and the other characters are just there like 🧍‍♂️, his way of talking is really funny too (lmao french people). oh??? a spoiler??? I'll be looking forward to it!!

CHERRY YOURE SO SWEET I LOVE TO RAMBLE SO THANK YOU!!! and as I've mentioned I love the way you format (e desenvolve) your headcanons!!

agora bora dormir mocinha q já é meia noite né, ô semana corrida essa

Hello hello! May i request the shy but kind s/o with trey, jade and rook? (As you can see i LOVE the vice dorm leaders but ik the limits three so i chose my top 3 😁) also thank you! And i think you deserve like- a million followers- cuz yr writing is top tier chefs kiss 👌

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, anon! Don’t worry! Humm… I see that you choose the “top3 sneakiest and shadiest vice leaders” from Idia’s list lmao And we continue with the saga of the shy kind reader~ In case some readers want more, there’s one for Deuce and other for Jack, Leona, Azul. I’ll make special masterlists for repeated tropes at the end of the event. I really like Trey and writing his was literally sweet but I just had so much fun writing Rook’s! He’s the weirdest of the weirdos but he amuses me. Thanks for the request <3 |

Trey Clover, Jade Leech, Rook Hunt x g!n shy but kind reader / headcanons / fluff / crush to lovers / (half) vice dorm leaders / use of “you” pronouns

Cherry’s Harvesting event 🍒 Masterlist

Gentle Lover

Trey knew you would be good company from the first moment he saw you. Unlike the other students who caused chaos even when they tried to avoid it — you know exactly who he’s talking about — your quieter, more shy personality stood out to him. Which was funny because you didn't used to like attracting attention to yourself;

Trey could understand that. He liked to act like a normal boy and as much as his life had always been relatively ordinary, he was considered the “quiet and proper student” of the class wherever he went. Both that and that classic “big brother” that others can rely on. Trey is reserved but, not necessarily shy or introspective;

When you talk together, it's like baking a cake. Ingredient by ingredient, stirring the dough gently and with a certain dexterity. Trey didn't pressure you to talk more than you liked and there was this implicit feeling that you were free to call it a day and do whatever you wanted after a good small talk. He would understand perfectly;

But ironically, it only made you spend even more time talking to him. Trey also noticed over time that you had a gentle side and even when your shyness was a hindrance, you didn't fail to help others and be helpful. This impression was intensifying more and more;

Before Trey could realize it, he was in love. It was like finding the perfect cherry to put on the cake he was preparing. Such a good, comfortable and sweet feeling. Trey found himself thinking for the first time about something that didn’t involve flour, sugar and stopping Riddle from guillotining the entire dorm;

He handled the situation with the utmost calm. There was no reason to act weird and if he suddenly got shy, you'd get it wrong — as happens in the teen movies Cater insists on recommending to Trey and forces him to watch. Not that Trey considers himself a movie-worthy protagonist but, one way or another, it was better to act normally;

But Trey is never prepared for the way you smile when he greets you as you walk in the hallways or when you visit Heartslabyul. You give a restrained nod but your smile is graceful and warm. It's like someone kneading Trey’s heart on a table, making it beat violently. But he is quick to pull himself together and smile at you back;

It took Trey a while to think of a way to declare himself to you, but in the end, he chose to make one of your favorite foods and leave a little note with the words “I love you”. Despite all the compliments that others give him, Trey doesn't consider himself the most skilled with words and he just wanted to make his feelings clear and easy to understand;

And so it was. You were so surprised but at the same time so happy that your love for Trey was reciprocated that you put the food aside just to hug him. It was a sudden but strong hug. Full of gratitude and affection, in a way that the gesture managed to be more complete than the best-crafted poetry;

Trey already expected that being your boyfriend would be a unique experience, even more so because it seemed that he only stayed friends with strange and eccentric people. Well, sometimes you could be one of those people deep down — actually, someone just like him. That made Trey laugh;

One of the things Trey likes to do with you is cooking. Whether he teaches you, whether you do something together, it’s a time of calm and tranquility. You are a perfect sous-chef, helpful and partner for all hours. Trey enjoys those little moments when you smile, always surprising him with yet another of your secret wonders.

You see, the ocean is the home to all kinds of fishes and creatures. Some more courageous and daring, others more shy and taciturn. The size of these fishes, in general, has a special role in how much they are willing to take risks in the sea — the same as extroverts in the real world; 

But regardless of size, you had the shyness of a little fish and Jade had everything to be the big fish, not only for his height but for the subtle way he inflicted fear on people. At first, you didn't have a very different reaction. Every time Jade passed by you, it was as if he had come out of the depths of nowhere and shock your heart;

It was a joy for Jade to see how your eyes could double in size every time you recognized his presence and the way you tripped over yourself and your own words when trying to talk to him. However, when he needed help with something, you were there to offer support. Always. Against all the odds, you mustered the courage to extend your hand to him;

Just like the time Jade was taking his pharmaceutics project to Prof. Crewel, which consisted of two terrariums from different families of fungi that he crossed. But the terrariums were reasonably large and you, passing by, worried that he was taking it all himself. Taking a deep breath, you approached him and half muttering, half gesticulating, you showed yourself willing to take the second terrarium to Jade;

No matter the good deed, you didn't bother to ask for anything in return. Even though being quite shy and talking to people wasn't your forte, you were always kind to others. Truly kind. Jade had no idea that someone consciously helping him and smiling in such a sweet way could make his heart feel as light as a bubble;

There was no more natural course but Jade ended up falling in love with you little by little. He managed to get closer to you over time, talking and sharing some of the thoughts that most of the time he hid. Obviously, not all on the same day. It was an equivalent exchange between you, one and the other opening up more day after day;

If being shy gives you any advantage, it's having that comfortable air of someone who can listen to people. The beginning was of slow development because this was also the role that Jade played in any conversation. He was naturally trained to guide people into a false sense of security to hear their deepest secrets. And you were... very difficult in that matter;

But the feeling of comfort you conveyed was genuine and won his heart with the dexterity of a good fisherman. Jade didn't realize it — it was Azul who commented on it — but he always smiled when he was next to you, listening to you talk very quietly about your opinions. A real smile, long and sweet. The kind of smile usually reserved for his mushrooms;

To your infinite surprise, the romantic feelings you developed for Jade were reciprocal and, in the words of the merman himself, you dominated him as no one has ever done and never would. That was said to make your heart fail for a brief moment and your shocked reaction was exactly what Jade expected. Oh, you just started dating and you already made him that happy!;

There is a silver lining to having a big fish as a boyfriend: other people are more afraid to pick on you. No matter where or when, Jade knows when others make some derogatory comment about your shyness — and woe betide them. Jade is for sure that person who in any establishment usually makes the requests that you whispered in his ear and corrects the waiters when they don’t understand what you said;

If you want a little encouragement to improve your speech or open up to people, Jade is there for it. He is a natural communicator and would be happy to help you. But in general, Jade cherishes a lot for your sweet and shy way of being, a precious anemone that he will take care of with all his affection.

If there was one thing Rook liked almost as much as admiring people’s beauty, it was contemplating their personalities. The world has a variety of people just like a tree and its thousands of leaves — similar but not necessarily the same. Even people of similar temperament weren’t like twins, perfect copies of each other;

Rook had already met several shy people and yet, you stood out among them in a very special way. Although he tried to explain it to you, you didn't quite understand. In fact, Rook’s pompous, eccentric and eloquent nature scared you a little at first. You never knew what to say to him and hearing him compliment you in a thousand ways didn't help much;

Invariably, you ran away from him as a frightened and smart dove runs away from a hunter. That only increased Rook’s interest in you. The circumstances of how you had stopped in that unknown world, the secrets you hid, your likes and fears, the words you wanted to say but never escaped the gates of your lips. He wanted to know everything!;

In his free time, Rook liked to watch you from afar, watching your interaction with the world around you. You carried with you the shaking feelings of shyness, but the real gentleness of a noble heart. Your sparrow’s song — as Rook affectionately called your occasional stutter — was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard;

Rook always made a point of greeting you when he passed you — visibly and not behind a bush. At first, you were scared, but over time, it became part of your routine. You would wave and nod at Rook back, sometimes managing to smile a little. You had no idea how much it melted his heart. And melted him too, as Rook throws himself at whoever was passing near him to hold him as he absorbed your kind response;

Eventually, when Rook struck up a conversation, you could answer him with a little more than five short words. Rook was an absolute gentleman with you, always courteous and gentle. And also sincere support in the small and big things. Even when faced with your flaws, his words were far from being rude or ironic. In fact, he gave you a little hope to keep trying to improve;

Your kindness to others is the central theme of most of the poetry Rook writes about you — and recites in the direction of your room in Ramshackle, so you can hide your flushed face and your reactions, and give him even more material to eloquently lament about how he can't reach you in that moment. An absolute mad lad but you're falling in love with him too;

During walks around the school, Rook often gives up his own hat so you can hide your face in it while you talk. He cannot restrain himself from praising and courting you whenever he gets the chance, swearing by the superiority of your inner and outer beauty above any other. You really can’t help but hide yourself behind that feather hat;

Rook definitely confessed his deep love for you in front of the Beautiful Queen’s statue during the most magnificent sunset you had ever seen. He told you that, according to some legends, the Queen was shy and reserved like you when she was young. But she has learned to combine her beauty and intelligence to overcome her obstacles;

Rook is confident in your potential and admires you in every way, even if you only advance little by little. He’ll be by your side at all times, being your moral support and a right-arm that you can hold on to to keep yourself on your feet. His faithfulness is immutable and absolute. It’s the first time you see him so confident and determined to swear his love only to you;

Rook is a fairly understandable boyfriend and respects your development time above everything. No matter how long it takes for you two to kiss, hold hands, or do anything, Rook is pleased to know that you love him back. Your small gestures of kindness and love are what make him happiest.

HI. I JUST WANNA SAY. EVERYTIME U REBLOG I READ IT ALL. NO MATTER HOW LONG IT IS. AND I APPRECIATE IT SM. IDK HOW TO USE TUMBLR TOO WELL YET BUT IM SO THANKFUL!!!!😭😭😭🫶

OH HI MAL!!! I'M GLAD YOU LIKE THEM!! (I actually have been meaning to send you an ask but I got shy because I feel I already annoy u enough in the tags of my reblogs kskdkksdk)

and you're doing great using tumblr, don't worry!!! I love your smau posts (I've read the idol!kalim one and I am invested)!! AND THE ROOMMATES ONE?? YOU'VE LITERALLY READ MY MIND I WAS THINKING ABOUT IT SOME DAYS AGO!! ooh and the formating is really pleasing as well!!

thank you sending an ask that's so sweet!! here, take this, for you 🌹

HELLO FELLOW CHE'NYA ENJOYER !!! I love it when the catboy is a little weirdo

[DATING CHE'NYA]

[ABOUT : How it happened]

Che'nya always had fun around you. you always had fun around him. you make a great duo! it starts off as friends getting up to some shenanigans together and having some fun! that is, until he felt his heart start to beat faster around you. huh. and you felt your cheeks getting warmer around him. huh. how weird. and he thinks it would be really nice to kiss you. and you think it would be really nice to hold him. oh. oh! alright, so it's like that.

"Che'nya, there's something I have to tell you."

"oh? what is it?"

"I think I might be in love with you." you just stare at each other. your hands are clammy and your heart is about to give you a cardiac arrest with how fast it's beating.

"you think so?"

"well, I'm pretty sure."

his grin widens, ears perking up "in this case, I think I might be in love with you too."

you can't stop your smile "you think so?"

"hmm, I'm pretty sure, yes."

congrats you've got a boyfriend now!

[ABOUT: Well, what now?]

get! matching! accessories! earrings, necklace, rings, anything! Che'nya would love it if you share the same appreciation for odd jewelry as he does! this ring might be a bit too big, but look at how colorful it is! this necklace has way too many chains, but isn't the kitty pendant cute? this clock earring is quite nice! what do you mean the clock is broken? that's the charm!

 he WILL call you the strangest pet names. this man has no shame whatsoever. he can say the most out of pocket things without flinching or feeling any embarrassment, that applies to his nicknames for you as well. there is no escape, just accept it. the sooner you do the least embarrassed you will be once he calls you "drowsy dormousey" in front of your friends (shut up Ace shut up shut up he's cute so he can do that ok. no, you can't, you only sound goofy when you do). call him your little meow meow, he will be delighted.

he's surprisingly good at giving advice when you need it! just get through his enigmatic wording first and you'll find it very helpful! he's great with giving directions and showing the right path! Che'nya is very smart, after all, he just expresses himself in a rather odd way. he's someone you can count on!

for your dates, if you're not spending the day in each other's schools causing chaos and havoc (and a migraine for Riddle) or chilling in your room with cuddles and cat naps, then you're out in the city! you still don't know much about the Isle of Sages, since you scarcely leave NRC, or about the little town there. worry not, Che'nya has explored it throughly and will show you exciting new places! his favorite cafe, that one famous pâtisserie, a nice clothes shop or the beach! whenever there is a new event on the island, be it a music show or a cultural fair, Che'nya will want to go with you. you can't lose an opportunity to have fun together!

when it comes to grades, he's one of the best on his class. that's great, you two should study together! that's what you think, right? well, no, you shouldn't. if you think studying with Ace, Deuce and Grim is chaotic, that's because you didn't try to have a study session with Che'nya. oh, you're confused about this alchemy question? how about he tries to explain in a metaphor that will confuse you even more! you want to ask him questions with flashcards? he will overcomplicate the questions and then turn them on you. DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT ask his help in animal linguistics. he will only talk in cat puns. and most likely meow at you. for a good while. so don't, just don't.

on the rare occasion Che'nya is annoyed or irritated with something, you can tell right away, he doesn't bother trying to hide it. his ears fall flatly against his head, his tail is down and swishing agitatedly and even if he still has the smile on his face you can tell it doesn't reach his eyes. he gets less energetic and doesn't move around so much, sometimes even being stiff. in this case, the best thing to do is to recharge with lots of cuddles and head scratches. eventually he might open up to what's on his mind! be it in riddles or in a straightforward way, just having someone to hear it without judgment already makes him feel better.

he loves hand-made gifts, both giving and recieving! it's easier to put your thoughts and emotions on them and they become more personal. whatever it is that you make him, he will cherish it! you cooked him lunch? he's going to praise all the flavors and savour every bite like it's the last meal he'll eat (he might do an impression of a renomed chef judging your cooking with the most exagerated expressions though)! you drew something for him? it's going on his bedroom wall right now, he will show it to whoever goes there, he might even make a little patch of it (it explains why he's got a shirt with a mix of different flowers patches alongside a sketch of Grim sleeping on Trein's class. he loves wearing it when he visits. Grim hates it and has tried on multiple occasions to get rid of it, with no success so far)! you grew a little plant for him? that's his son now, that plant is going to live the best life, he will song a lullaby to it before going to sleep (luckly he doesn't share his room with anyone, or else there would be way too many complaints about a cat serenading late at night. he says the plant is his dormmate and it loves his songs, thank you very much)!

he drags you to RSA at the very least once. it's actually a lot of fun! everyone is really nice, the castle is beautiful and makes you feel like royalty just by being there, Che'nya's room is super comfortable to spend time in, and, most important of all, the both of you can and will prank people without you having to worry about the payback! and their reactions are really funny too! it's great! that is, until Riddle blows up your phone furiously demanding you to come back this instant. Cater is losing it on the background about how you've got more Magicam followers than he does in less than an hour. Che'nya shows you a picture he took of you and Neige LeBlanche together. it's on Neige's Magicam page. congrats, you're a Magicam subcelebrity now! I hope it was worth the punishment Riddle will give you for breaking the rules!

("I'm not even at your dorm."

"you're still a student of Night Raven College and are expected to follow it's rules!"

"yeah, why did you have to go to RSA of all places, you traitor!"

"shut up Ace, you just wish you were there too.")

[ABOUT: The clothes war saga]

Che'nya sews his own clothes! of course, not all of them, but most have at least some modification he did to fit his alternative style more. sometimes he stays up late to sew, since, according to him, the best ideas come at the oddest of times. maybe that explains why they look like that, but you can't help but be fond of them, especially after seeing how much effort he puts into it and how proud he is!

so you steal his clothes. they are comfy and big on you and so so soft and smell like him and are very comfy. did I mention how soft they are? they don't match with any other clothes you have, but you wear them anyway. that one hoodie with the playing card suits patches he made thinking of his friends in Heartslabyul? it's yours now. you wear it on every unbirthday party you crash into are invited to. Riddle says it looks familiar, you just smile and try to look clueless, Trey covers his laugh on the background. Che'nya tells you if you like his clothes so much he can sew some for you as well, just paw-lease give back his favorite striped shirt. you say you'll think about it. (you don't ♡). then, your mushroom shirt mysteriously disappears. Che'nya looks a lot like the cat that got the cream.

"what are you smiling smugly about?"

"there's always something to smile about, don't you think so?"

you squint your eyes at him. his smile widens mischievously. "you've got my shirt don't you." it's not a question.

"I have no idea what you're talking about~" oh he so does. 

that's how the clothes war started. honestly, at this point you're not even sure which ones were his and which were yours.

("you do, mine are so different!"

"hmm, nope, no idea.")

well, more clothes for you!! you use his purple doc martens once with the most mismatched socks in history. Riddle looks at you like you've commited some crime (you did, against fashion itself. maybe there is a rule against this? surely?). Che'nya threatens to tell Trey to put a sweets ban on you. you give his boots back. (the socks stay with you though.)

[ABOUT: Sappy cat]

you'll always find yourself smiling by his side, he's up to some shenanigan of some sort all the time or has a funny story to tell. look, you'll have to endure the constant cat puns and sometimes even dad jokes here and there, but he makes you laugh so much you could be called a cheshire cat yourself.

("I love you the meowest!"

"there you go."

"I'll love you fur-ever!" you hold your smile, but he can tell you're amused anyway

"that was claw-ful." he smiles wide, so wide you actually wonder just how wide can his mouth open. "I can't believe I just said this, look what you're doing to me."

"no, no, it was paw-some!" that's what you've signed yourself to, fur-end.)

there's never a lack of entertainment around! if you start to get bored, don't worry, he knows just the thing <3

"let's cause some trouble together!"

"you're impossible, you know."

"not impossible, merely unpossible."

"whatever you say. anyway, who are we going to perturb today?"

"there are these freshmen in Heartslabyul..."

"I'm in."

"Of course mew are!"

look, if you don't really like physical affection, he'll respect that as best as he can, but he can get a bit needy.

"purr-lease spare some headpats for a poor kitty in need."

"alright, sure." his ears perk up, it's pretty cute even. you let him wait a few seconds more before looking both ways and then to him again "where's this poor kitty anyway?"

he WILL whine about it how COULD YOU do this to him WHY are you so mean to your boyfriend. just give him the headpats after you've got your laugh and he'll stop complaining.

now, if you are affectionate like him, then expect him to take full advantage of that. hugs everytime you see each other, holding hands if you're walking together, drapping his arm across your shoulders, playing footsie under the table, throwing himself on your lap and demaning for head scratches, wraping his tail around your wrist, propping his chin on your head, nicking on your neck playfully, kissing your cheeks, cuddles and snuggles, holding your waist and nuzzling his head on your shoulder. if you scratch under his chin or behind his ears or brush his tail he will purr SO loud and have the sappiest smile, no shame at all. give him a little kiss for good measure.

he can be cute when he wants to! asking Trey to bake your favorite sweets, giving you flowers that reminded him of you, singing silly tunes, sewing some patch that represents you or leaving little notes around your room (that are mostly confusing, but endearing nonetheless). although if he's in the mood to tease you (which is most of the time. like, at least 86% of it), good luck. hope you don't get flustered or scared easily, because he will use his Unique Magic to mess with you. (lovingly, of course! he never means to actually upset you!) 

feeling lonely? BAM there's a floating head to keep you company! hey why are you screaming? no worries, it's just your menace of a boyfriend <3

he'll tickle you and give you little kisses all over while invisible. try to guess where he is~ if you get it right, he might even have a prize for you!

"is it a hundred thaumarks?"

"maybe yes, maybe no, who knows~"

"you literally know."

"know? know what? there are some things I do and some things I don't."

"I'll pull on your tail if you keep it up."

"you'll have to find it first, though." he laughs. you flawlessly catch his tail. he was rubbing it softly against your side, after all, and you know him well enough by now to have a good idea of where it would be.

"well, where's my prize?" he appears fully before you and gives you a kiss on the nose, disappearing again. "ah? where's my hundred thaumarks?" you pull lightly on his tail, relishing on the whiny protest sound he lets out.

"I'm just kitting" he appears before you again, a pout on his lips.

you just stare at him, unimpressed. "well?"

"here is the true prize!" he presses a light kiss against your lips, ready to pull away again before your hands cup his cheeks and keep him in place, foreheads touching.

"hm, I'll have to enjoy it to the fullest, yes? that's only fair."

"how purr-suasive. I'll indulge you then." your lips meet again, and again, and again. seems like the prize was worth it after all~

[ABOUT: Cat fight]

whenever Che'nya visits NRC, Grim will be FIGHTING for your attention (not literally, at least not after he put one of the walls of ramshackle on fire and you didn't buy him any tuna for a whole week. he's learnt his lesson this time).

"you gotta choose who is your favorite, henchman! Me, the greatest mage Grim, or that annoying cat!"

"Grim, you know I love both of you a lot, yes?"

"but you love me more, right?"

you just sigh and shake your head, no point in trying to argue with him. Che'nya laughs from where his head is smushed against your stomach, finding the situation rather amusing as Grim tries to brag about his 'victory' and you play with his hair.

this one-sided animosity begun when you and Che'nya started dating and he went to spend a day at your dorm. he just happened to pick Grim's favorite spot on the sofa and, on top of that, you didn't give Grim any attention or defend his spot! and it doesn't end there! you even let your boyfriend eat some of Grim's premium tuna! (Grim also ate it, since you made everyone tuna sandwiches, but this isn't the point.) and he had to endure his terrible awful horrible no good very bad cat puns!

on Che'nya's end, he finds the whole thing rather entertaining. sometimes he swishes his tail in front of Grim to watch your dormmate try to catch it, a concentrated look on his face. it's cute, so you let them be.

[ABOUT: If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends]

if you don't get along with his best friends- yes you do. you won't have a choice, you'll have to at least tolerate them with how often you'll be meeting each other. plus, Trey and Riddle mean a lot for Che'nya, so it makes him really happy to see his favorite people in the world getting along! Trey is glad Che'nya found someone that makes him so giddy and that doesn't mind his oddity.

("he always sends me a text whenever you do something he finds cute. he texts me everyday now."

"he better not be sending any photos."

"oh, don't worry, if anything you'll like it."

Trey procceds to show you the many silly selfies Che'nya sends him. Che'nya arrives in the middle of it but only shows himself when you are going to ask Trey to send them to you. "if you like my face so meow-ch, you should just tell me~")

Riddle is more low-key about it, but he always smiles at you when you crash his unbirthday parties and lets you and Grim stay until the end, so that means you're in his good books for bringing so much happiness to his friend.

("aw man, why does Riddle only lets you get away from taking extra slices of tart?"

"well, Ace, maybe he just didn't see it."

"he definetly did, he even nodded on your direction before turning his head to pretend he didn't."

"oh Deuce, you must have imagined it."

"who cares, what matters is that I get more tart to eat later!"

"so true Grim, so true.")

him and Cater are friends as well, since they met each other on their first year through their mutual friend, Trey. Cater takes photos of his looks because they are 'super magicamable' and slides his plate with sweets under the table for Che'nya to eat on unbirthday parties. (Trey spent a long time thinking Cater loved blueberry muffins since he always took a lot of these, and baked extras for him. Che'nya was not complaining). Cater always seems to know what's happening everywhere, even on RSA, before anyone else. how does he do that? of course, him and Che'nya like to trade gossip about their respective schools (you are added to their group chat eventually. you know the names of students you've never even seen before and most likely never will). if Cater posts a picture with the two of you, you're either:

a) going to flirt on the comments between you two.

("oh? who is this cute kitty on the photo?"

"hmm, I don't know, I was more interested in looking at the beauty by his side!"

"stop flirting on my posts you two please")

OR

b) going to flirt WITH cater. yes both of you. yes some people might have thought there was some cheating scandal between the three of you. Cater loved it since his picture got more traction this way, Che'nya loved it because the theories were really funny and you loved it because the things these two sent on your gossip group chat were wild.

("Cay-Cay, you're looking so handsome on this picture, I couldn't look at anything else~"

"thank you Che'nya, you look quite cute yourself~"

and

"Cay-Cay, when are we going out like this again? I had a loooot of fun with you ♡"

"me too prefect, we'll have to make new plans soon, for just the two of us ☆")

when it comes to your friends, Che'nya likes to tease and prank them a lot, but he is pretty chill overall. Deuce always get scared of his disappearing act and Ace laughs at him, right before jumping in surprise once Che'nya appears behind him, only your boyfriend's cheeky grin to show where he is. he likes watching Ace doing magic tricks with cards and Deuce calling him to a race. if there's one thing these three are absolutely chaotic at is palying games together, be it board games, card games or video games. Che'nya tries to make up rules on spot, Ace argues with him when it's bad for him but agrees if it's advantageous, Deuce is confused and getting low key gaslighted on basic rules. by the end of the game, your stomach is hurting from how much you laughed trying to play with them.

("wait, Deuce, since you played a four, you need to clap your hands three times or else you'll have to fish a card."

"but the last four Ace played you said he had an extra turn and could play again!"

"well, that's because it was a red four, and yours is yellow, so it's different."

"I don't remember these being Uno rules. what do you think, Ace?"

"he's right, now you better buy that card because it's my turn!")

[ABOUT: TL;DR]

in conclusion: he'll tease you a lot, he can be quite confusing, his fashion sense is rather odd, he's got some terrible jokes, he acts like a clingy cat most of the time and you are not safe from his pranks, even if you're dating him. but still, he finds you to be the cutest person in the world, no matter what you're doing, he can't never get bored around you! he's giving you plenty of affection every day, bringing you little gifts, messaging you things that he thought you'd like, showing you his favorite people and things and places! your smile is the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and he'll make sure to keep seeing it every day by making you happy.

life is very interesting with a boyfriend like him, get ready for some excitement!

Masterlist

Hi hi! I just wanted to thanm you for the super nice tags on my jade series. They were the first thing i saw when i woke up so im vv happy!! Also, your layout is super pretty and may the mischievous cat visit your dreams asdhdls

Good morning dear!! Thank you for sending an ask, that's literally so sweet of you ?? I'm grinning so wide right now, if anything I should be the one thanking you for writing such an amazing series!! ALSO THAT'S SO NICE OF YOU, Che'nya is welcomed in my dreams anytime !!!

I have a lot to say but I didn't want to spam your notifications so I kept to the abridged version in the tags ksjdlskdksk well, since you're here I'll talk a bit more about my thoughts on it (under the cut), hope you don't mind ^^

I first read it before setting up my account actually and it stayed in my mind because you work very well with catching the readers attention and making them curious!! also, I loved your Jade characterization, how you describe his feelings of shock and his thought process, his opinions on humans, the way he tries to distance himself but can't, either due to his curious nature or the universe trying to play matchmaker (or both, who knows). I'm going to be honest and admit I don't like soulmate aus that much (dunno, the idea there's someone predetermined for u it's kinda suffocating ig) but this one got a GRIP on me. LITERALLY YOU MADE ME GET INTERESTED. I love love love how Jade tried to challenge that cliche within these types of aus of immediately throwing his things to the air to persue his soulmate, how he keeps his interests in mind first and foremost!! (although I did find very funny how Azul admited he would just abandon everything on spot)

at the end of the first chapter I was SHOCKED FLABBERGASTED STUNNED AT A LOSS FOR WORDS literally just stared at my phone for a while processing it because it was the LAST thing I'd have expected to happen. and immediately hurried to read the next part because I needed to know what would happen after that.

his inner thoughts on the beggining of chapter 2 made so much sense it was SO satisfactory!!! "A soulmate to him was this entirely new concept. He did not dream of someone filling him up with overflowing emotions. Jade wasn't empty." THIS THIS THIS it's soooo in accordance with his character.

The elective class made me curious to take it as well, honestly, Crowley please accept my enrollment letter I wanna be there too. The way he can't help but want to know the reader's name, so interested in them while they don't even know about him?? SOOO GOOD!!! the idea of him wanting to know reader's name is. so endearing. it's just an innocent interest you know?? him getting his hopes up about reader's beliefs and then being let down immediately WAS SO FUNNY, especially after they don't raise their hand on the soulmates one LMAO

him still thinking about reader's name makes me feel. some sort of way. imagine someone being so interested in you even your NAME becomes an object of interest??? I. I want it.

the opposites attract bit is SO TRUE that's what I think as well!! I'd love someone who compliments me well so we can share experiences and help each other grow! but I'd never be with someone whose core values are drastically different than mine.

also it's very funny that he thought of just. straight up telling the reader about what happened just to see their reaction. HIS HOPES GETTING UP AGAIN (even mine got up after the string reappeared) AND THEN HIM NOT WANTING THE STRING TO BE CUT? HIM STANDING TOO STUNNED TO SPEAK AFTER READER MENTIONS A BOYFRIEND?? THAT WAS. SO FUNNY, THE JADE HUMBLING you're so right I love him but sometimes he should be knocked down a peg. just for funsies

chapter 4 was actually really cute!! finally some interactions between the two! I was kind of surprised about reader lying, but more so about Jade noticing the flowers enough to know the meaning of them, which was also pretty endearing, in it's own way.

"Always. Always if they are connected to you. Perhaps he was the silly one. But you smiled. That was enough." SCREAMING SOBBING SHAKING SLIDING DOWN THE WALL

and. I'm so curious about chapter 5. will Jade finally learn reader's name? will reader discover about their soulmate connection?? will the red string come back??? this and much more in the next issue of A human myth of red, stay tuned!!

in conclusion: thank you for your series I have. many thoughts about it. it has stayed in my mind and I've been thinking about it! you're doing great <33

ohhhhh my goodness im in love with these photos, I'm so glad I got to do this photoshoot tonight, I even got to make mini donuts and tea! This was really fun and I will probably be doing more like this soon :D (p.s. I found some old vintage tea gloves at the thrift store yesterday)