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lonelycornergremlin · 2 years ago

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HOW DARE U. ITS PPL LIK U. THE ONE S SNSWOW FEEDM CY/ JADE BRAINORT

you, my dear are a evil, i dont like u. stop making me fall deeper into this rabbit hole. i. l8ke. ive literally just been screeching the second i started reading this. and like, the part where like, Jade’s laying on his bed just, like, simping for reader?? AND! and. he rubbed. his. legs. together. you are someone who clearly understands the Twst fandom, i have a sudden desire to eat u.

flirty MC. ily. ty for girlbossing

[Strawberry tinted - Jade Leech]

Summary: Jade sighs, closing his eyes. He wants to scream. These feelings of infatuation had long involved past a simple crush. No matter how much he denied, they wouldn't leave him alone anytime soon. You weren't leaving him alone anytime soon.

Notes: gn!reader (use of they/them), fluff and humor, just a silly romcom based on this ask! jade is so whipped for the reader, I was having so much fun writing it got away from me and almost reached 10k what??? special shoutout to ramble anon <3 now cross posted on ao3!

Jade Leech was not one for sentimentalism.

It was quite clear for everyone around him. Jade didn't show his true emotions on his face and always kept his suave persona up at all times. If he was shocked or sad or angry, no one could ever tell behind his polite smile and sharp eyes.

Even Azul and Floyd, the ones closest to him, had trouble discerning his feelings at times. Jade was very discreet with his actions and words, oftentimes leaving things to be read between the lines.

Thus, everyone and their mothers could atest to that: Jade Leech was not a sentimental person. He was calm and collected, acting as if he was above and in control of every situation, untouchable by such fickle things such as emotions.

Although, not for the knowledge of many, there was just a tiny little exception in the shape of a certain magicless human.

Not even Jade himself could tell how this came to be. It was part of the charm, how you fascinated him so easily, without any extra effort on your part. There was something appealing in your sincerity and affection, things he was not that used to. You always managed to surprise him, making him fall deeper and deeper for you everytime you caught him off guard. His heart fluttered everytime you kept up toe to toe with him, be it in friendly banter or in deeper conversations.

There were not many people who could say they were able to see Jade showing his true emotions. You just happened to be one of them. When he was with you, his smile would reach his eyes and he'd show just a bit of his teeth, his voice would take a teasing tilt laced with barely concealed affection, his face would light up like the sun whenever you asked him to tell you more about a new mushroom he was tending to or about his newest mountain expedition.

It was the first time anyone made him feel like this. While Jade had no trouble holding his usual mask in place, his heart would race faster on his chest, his hands would get slightly clammy, he'd feel the urge to bite his lips or to play with his hair to release some of the pent up energy he felt around you. And he wanted more of your time, to be able to see you between his classes and work, to spend some time relaxing together or discovering new things.

Life at the deep sea was very different from life on land. Love at the deep sea was very different from love on land. Perhaps that's what made the whole experience so fascinating, after all. It was something he'd have never been able to have if he had stayed down there on the murky cold waters. He'd never been able to bask in these warm feelings, so new and unknown.

Jade thought he was doing a good job, overall. He didn't change much about how he acts normally, most people wouldn't notice a single thing was different. There were times he had the impression you did, like you could see right through his façade as if it was nothing, melting away his walls and looking straight at him, for who he is. It was frightening and exhilirating at the same time, to be seen. Jade didn't know what to make of it, as of yet.

Azul and Floyd seemed to disagree, though. At first, Floyd thought it was hilarious, how his usually serious brother could have something as innocent as a crush. He'd tease Jade constantly whenever they crossed paths with the prefect just to ruffle his feathers and get a rise out of him. Seeing the unbothered Jade glaring at him with a clearly annoyed look was so entertaining. Azul didn't care, as long as it didn't affect his work at the lounge, Jade could like whoever he wanted, though he was quite curious as to how the situation came to be.

And then Jade's feelings grew and it become obvious, to them, that it was a little more than a simple crush. By the way Jade acted around you, as it seemed like he glowed when you were near him, and how he talked about you, mentioning something you did or liked or that reminded him of you every once in a while in conversation. It was subtle, as most things involving Jade were, but enough for them to take notice. It was almost at the level of his mushrooms obsession, and that was saying something.

No one dared to make a move. Having Jade being infatuated with someone broke the careful balance of things in the trio, taking him out of his position as the cold and calculating Vice-Housewarden and putting him in a more complex label. Floyd and Azul always relied on him to fall back onto should things go wrong, trusting he'd make it alk work out as someone that was above everything. Taking such a pedestal out, Jade seemed much less like some higher being and much more... human.

Not that they didn't know he was capable of feelings, of course. They were aware Jade cared about them, otherwise he wouldn't have sticked around so long by their side. It was just surprising to see someone else entering the little bubble of people Jade cared about after such a long time with it being just the two of them there.

That's why they thought Jade should do something about his crush. It was almost painful to watch you dance around each other, every interaction filled to the brim with affection, stolen glances and flirty tones. Floyd wanted to just tell you about his brother's feelings and get it over with, but he knew that wasn't the best way to go about it, as Azul had drilled onto his head after he suggested they did that. Jade insisted he was fine with things staying as they were for the time being, still not done with observing and experimenting with both his and your reactions.

"Prefect, what a wonderful surprise. How may I be of service today?"

You laugh, recognizing the irony on his tone. You tried to visit Mostro Lounge as often as you could when Jade was on the clock, even if your wallet weeped at this. He was expecting you, as he always did.

"Oh, I don't know, I don't come around too often. What would you reccomend?" You tease back, playfulness dancing in both of your eyes. It's a game you're used to, the banter coming naturally to you.

"You really should, then." He winks, somehow managing to look suave while doing so and wiping a glass at the same time. "How about... a strawberry milkshake?"

You gasp dramatically, doing an exaggerated expression of surprise. "That's my favorite! How could you know? Maybe it was destiny I came here after all..."

That earns you a chuckle, making satisfaction swin in your stomach at warranting such a reaction. Jade's amusement is clear by the smile on his face and his scrunched up eyebrows. You can't help but smile back, warmth surrounding you as you take in the sound and commit it to memory.

"Perhaps it was. I'll bring you your drink in a minute."

You lean on the counter of the bar, watching him work gracefully. At the corner of your eye, you can see Floyd making some kind of annoyed expression. Jade pointedly ignores him, making flourish of adding the finishing touches on the milkshake, adding in a little umbrella on top of the whipped cream, near the strawberry hanging onto the glass.

"Here you go. I hope you enjoy it, prefect, I made it with the utmost care, after all."

He hands the drink to you, hands making contact just for a second longer than necessary, and slides a biodegradable straw to the cup's side. You insert it on the milkshake, drinking in and closing your eyes in delight. It tasted wonderful, as all of Jade's drinks did.

"I take it you do like it, from that reaction." He teases, leaning into where you're seated. There are other workers attending to the bar and the lounge isn't too crowded, so he can afford to keep conversation with you for some moments. You looked quite cute enjoying something so simple as if it was a five star meal.

"It's delicious! Here, have some." You spin the cup around, putting the straw right in front of him. Jade's eyes widen just the tinniest fraction as he looks taken aback by your proposal.

"Oh, it wouldn't do for me to drink something from a client. Azul would have my neck, you see."

You roll your eyes, knowing Azul didn't intimidate him at all. Plus, what Azul didn't see couldn't hurt him. "Then don't drink it as a Mostro worker, but as my friend."

His eyes bore into yours for a few seconds before his blank expression breaks into a smile, the lighest pink tint coloring his cheeks, almost imperceptible. "Well, if you insist, I suppose I'll humor you." He tucks his longer strand of hair behind his ear before leaning in, taking a sip from your straw and closing his eyes to mimick your earlier action. It was quite a sight. Your heart beat faster and your throat seemed dry all of sudden, making you swallow on air.

"You are right, as usual. It does taste delicious." He keeps his head inclined, lips almost touching the straw as he licks them, eyes looking at you through his lashes, voice low. You grip your tigh and bite your lower lip, hoping your face won't betray how warm it feels.

"Of course, it was made by the best. I'll have to show you that guy sometime, he's really good."

"I would be delighted to meet him."

He turns the milkshake back to you, still leaning in as his eyes sparkle with mischief. He seems as entertained by this game as you are. You put your hand on top of his, still at the bottom of the cup, and bring it closer, taking a sip while keeping eye contact. His smile softens at the corners and there's something fond on his expression. Your hand squeezes his before letting go. He opens his mouth to say something before he's called to attend another client.

His face falls and he looks disappointed to leave this little moment behind, almost as if he forgot he was still working. He apologizes for the interruption and you wave him off, saying how it was your fault for taking so much of his time anyway. The milkshake is still as good as it was once he leaves, but it feels like it's missing something.

By the corner of the bar, Azul and Floyd stand observing the interaction. Floyd wants to tear his hair out and Azul looks constipated. How long will they have to watch you two doing this? It's about time they staged an intervention, for both yours and their sake.

Things continue like normal for some time. You still visit him at the lounge, Azul and Floyd still suffer through your blatant flirting, Jade still observes things carefully.

And, as usual, Jade tends to his beloved mushrooms. He's gotten a new species on his latest mountain excursion, one with a pretty pink and wrinkled cap and white stem. It reminds him of your strawberry milkshake and he thinks you'd like to see them. He'd even give one to you in a carefully decorated terrarium if he was absolutely sure it wasn't poisonous. Oh well, just seeing them would have to suffice. Jade would make sure to keep them as pretty as possible.

They grew on a hardwood trunk, the soothing scent of camphor drifting through the wet air of the botanical garden. Under the canopy of dense trees, they looked even more peach in the midst of all the greenery. The wrinkles tickled his gloved fingers as he caressed the mushroom, treating it with care. The artificial river followed it's course nearby, providing with a lullaby of serenity. The scene felt comfortable, Jade felt content. He felt as much at home as he did under the sea.

Perhaps it was due to this mushy atmosphere that Jade felt compelled to talk about you. He's used to talking with his mushrooms, as he'd read that it helps them grow, but this time it felt different, like revealing a secret to a confidant. Almost like a confession.

"The prefect came to visit me at work today, once again. Even if the menu of the lounge takes a toll on their budget, they come almost every day. I don't see why they keep doing it."

The mushroom doesn't reply, as it is simply a fungi and it doesn't know how to talk.

"You are right, I do know why. They want to spend more time with me, just like I do with them. It is truly a shame I'm so busy we have to resort to meeting while I'm at work. I wish I could give them my full attention, without having to go serve other customers."

The river goes on, birds chirp outside, the wind rattles the foliage gently.

"The fact they keep going makes me... happy. I'm glad to see them there. I would even dare to say it is the highest point of the day. I look forward to it every shift."

Naturally, a gentle smile takes over his face. His eyes are soft as he keeps caressing the mushroom's cap.

"Azul and Floyd say I should confess soon. How out of character it would be for me to do so. I have considered it before, even, but... I'm not sure if I want to change our current relationship. It is comfortable. And I don't want to lose it."

Jade sighs, full with yearning. The next bit comes out as a whisper, almost as if he spoke a little louder it would become more real than it already is. He feels vulnerable admiting such a thing, as he's not one for sentimentalism, but it also feels... right.

"I really like the prefect. I would like to take them out on a date and give them my full attention. I would like to receive their affections and have their smile directed at me. I would like to hold and to kiss them. I would like to bask in ther warmth for as long as they would let me."

It feels ecstatic, like a weight being lifted off his chest. Now, if only he could tell this to the person who was meant to hear it.

Footsteps pop the bubble of quietness, startling Jade and making him get up from the ground, dusting of his pants and calming down his heart. He was unusually jumpy, as if the admission of his feelings out loud could have reached your ears.

"Jade, here you are!"

Talk about the devil and he shall appear. Although in this case, you were more like an angel, such an ethereal presence lightning up the path, quite literally as the sun shone past the leaves and created a halo on your head.

"Prefect. Were you looking for me?"

He's sure his voice was perfectly level, but something on his tone makes you pause and tilt your head at him, a contemplative look passing through your face fast as flash, gone as soon as he saw it. Jade feels like you saw through his act, but decided to not comment for his sake.

"Oh, there's something I want to give you!"

Your sing song voice breaks the tension on his shoulders. He remembers you mentioning being busy working on a surprise for him, though you wouldn't budge at any of his questions to expand more on what exactly this surprise was.

"Is it related to a certain surprise, perhaps?"

"You know me too well, Jade! C'mon, close your eyes and give me your hands."

He considers not doing so just to see your reaction, but the excitement dancing in your eyes was too endearing for him to disturb, so he complies.

"My, my, I wonder what could it be that you couldn't wait for my shift to give it to me."

"You'll see!"

You deposit something gently on his hands, a small and fragile thing by the feel of it. There are two of them, smooth with a pointy end and fitting on his palm. He opens his eyes, curious, while you stare expectantly.

On his open hand sits a pair of handmade mushroom earrings. They are blue dotted with white spots, a twist on the classic red to fit more with his color scheme. They had been lovingly coated with paint and varnish, wrapped with silver wire.

"There you go! Do you like it?"

Jade blinks. He can't stop looking at them, at every detail imbedded on the accessories, at the care you must have for them.

"Did you make it?"

"Yep! I saw it on magicam these days and thought of you, so I decided to try my hand at it. I get it if it's a bit wonky, that's the first time I do something like this."

"It is perfect."

He says it on a whisper, almost as if all the air on his lungs was used to push the words through the lump around his throat. His heart flutters and Jade feels the overwhelming urge to thank you over and over again. It's a simple gift, but the mere fact that you made it simply because you thought he might like it meant the world to him.

You seem mesmerized by his reaction. It is quite uncharacteristic of him to show so many emotions, but he needs to express his gratitude, he needs you to know how much he appreciates it.

"Thank you, prefect. They are truly wonderful." He pockets them carefully, making sure they won't be damaged. He can't meet your eyes. He's sure that if he does, you'll see straight through his heart, dissecate his chest and pull out all his ribs to discover the mushy feelings inside, growing like vines on his lungs. "Ah, I don't have anything to offer in return, I'm afraid."

"There's no need to give me anything back. I just did it because I wanted to make you happy, that's all there is to it."

"I... I see." Jade wasn't sure what to make of it. Your smile was sincere, your body language suggested you were entirely too comfortable, your tone of voice was it's usual melody. "You might want to be careful when making such heartfelt remarks like that, prefect. People might get the wrong idea."

His atempt at deflecting the topic was quite weak, not fooling you in the slightest. "Let them think whatever they want. I only said how I feel, after all."

And against facts there were no arguments, were there?

"I suppose you are right once more."

You only laugh, looking around the area for the first time since you arrived. You notice the mushroom quickly, it's peach color catching your attention and making you coo at it.

"Oh, it's so pretty! That's the new species you found, yes?"

You crouch near the trunk, observing the fungi. Your hair falls slightly over your eyes as you take in the sight. The sun still shines above, surrounding you and creating an illusion of dancing light specks around your figure. There was something magical on the scene itself. Jade was captivated, he couldn't look away.

"Jade, they're beautiful." You murmur, extending your hand to touch it lightly, a delighted smile spreading through your face at the tickle of the wrinkles.

"Yes, they are." Jade agrees. He's not looking at the mushrooms. There's something much more charming for him to see.

You turn to face him, unguarded wonder on your expression, as if Jade had shown you one of the most fascinating things you've ever seen. His ears are most likely as pink as the subject of your admiration. He mirrors your smile, adapting a softer version of it.

"Can you tell me more about it, please?"

Oh, what was Jade going to do with you? You were going to kill him with an arrhythmia at the rate things were going.

"Of course, it would be my pleasure to do so."

He crouches down by your side, your legs pressing against each other. His hand comes up adjust your hair behind your ear, fingers grazing your skin just a touch more than necessary. He starts with a low whisper, making you lean into him to hear. "You see, this is a rare species called Rhodotus Palmatus. It is quite unique, as there are no others that can compare to it. It is said to be the prettiest mushroom in the world, so imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon them on my latest excursion..."

You let him ramble on, making questions or comments to show your interest. Jade feels his chest blooming with pink azaleas, throughly charmed by you.

He ends up getting late for his shift at Mostro Lounge. Before Azul could berate him for it, you took responsability and said you were the one taking his time. Azul, strangely enough, decided to let it pass and just told him to get to work. Your milkshake that day had an extra strawberry and a pink flower decorating the cup.

After they closed up the lounge, Jade got Floyd to pierce his other ear. His brother looked at him with curiosity at the sudden request but obliged, not kicking much of a fuss.

The eelmer found himself on quite the embarrassing situation. He was alone on the bathroom, staring at his reflection on the mirror. On one ear, his usual sturgeon scales earring. On the other, a shiny new mushroom earring. He kept staring, feeling the sensation of the extra weight, how it'd shake alongside his head movements, how the blue was the perfect shade to match his hair.

Jade took it off, staring at it in his hands. It was so small. He thought about how much time you might have spent on the details, each white dot made with the utmost care. How you might have struggled to get the shape right, as noticible by the slight imperfections around the edges of the mushroom's cap. How, through it all, the thing motivating you was to see him smiling.

Such a sentimental thing innocently resting against his palm.

His other earring was taken out as well, the three of them put on a small box at the bathroom cabinet. Jade brushed his teeth on automatic. He went to the empty bedroom, Floyd nowhere in sight, and sat on his bed. There was some kind of restlesness shivering under his skin, his heartbeat didn't feel right, his face remained warm. He had to admit, you had quite the effect on him.

Jade Leech was not one for sentimentalism. Then why did a simple earring cause such a reaction on him?

He had to remain calm. It would not do to lose the firm grip he held on his emotions. His usual polite façade relied onto such control, on how Jade managed to keep a level head in all kinds of situations. If he broke that mask, what would become of his reputation? The cunning vice housewarden of Octavinelle, one known to be just as dangerous as his twin brother, acting all sappy with the magicless human, arguably the least threatning person in the entire campus.

Your words from earlier come to mind, sweet voice carrying like a whisper on the breeze. Let them think what they want. Either way, he had other means of making them talk, whether they thought of him as weak for showing his affection or not. It could even be advantageous, creating a more open image of him that might make them more willing to share their secrets.

Once he thinks of you, a calm look in your face as you feel at home in the middle of the foliage, listening attentively to every word he says, eyes shining with fondness, he can't be bothered about what others would think at all. He thinks of strawberry milkshake, a lazy afternoon at the lounge as you fill him in on the gossip of the freshmen. He thinks of a peach and a teal mushroom, the two making quite the pair together. He thinks of your concentrated expression as you ramble about your latest interest on a nightly walk. He thinks of your warm touch on his cold skin, never shying away from his sharp edges.

Jade sighs, closing his eyes. He wants to scream. These feelings of infatuation had long involved past a simple crush. No matter how much he denied, they wouldn't leave him alone anytime soon. You weren't leaving him alone anytime soon.

On an uncharacteristic manner, he threw himself on the bed, his face smushed against the pillow. There was no one around to judge this slip of posture and show of vulnerability. Just him and his thoughts of you. He felt the childish urge to kick his legs and trash around, something so like Floyd it almost made him laugh. He felt feverish, his chest ached with a yearning he couldn't describe. Pathetically, he wanted to be yours, he wanted you to be his, a feeling so overwhelming he didn't know what to make of it.

He had to get a grip.

He did kick his legs a little though. Simply to see what was so appealing about it.

Unbeknown to him, Floyd happened to open the silent door at that exact time. He took one look at his brother's state, remembered the handmade mushroom earring he was given as a gift and your cheery presence by his side once he arrived late to his shift, and decided to close the door again. He was so not in the mood to deal with this.

It was time him and Azul did something about it. If neither Jade nor you would give the first step, Floyd had the perfect plan to give you the little push you needed.

And so, the next day had the twins walking together at the hallways of Night Raven College, moving from one class to another. It was an uneventful scene, something that could be observed everyday. Still, there was something bothering Jade. He could feel something was different, somehow, but couldn't put his finger on what it was.

After he had a mini breakdown of drowning in his own feelings in the previous night, he felt more on edge. He was sure he looked immaculate on the outside before leaving his room, uniform ironed and buttoned up impecably, hair combed properly and the usual polite smile on face. It would do no good to look frazzled. The only difference was the teal mushroom earring hanging from his right ear.

Floyd was in one of his good moods, chirpy and with a skip on his step. He seemed to be looking for someone but kept himself at Jade's side, despite them having different classes that period.

Both twin's faces light up as soon as they see you coming out of a classroom, balancing books in your hands. Floyd's scream of "Shrimpy" is enough to clear the path to your direction and to catch your attention. You try to wave at them, almost making the books fall before you catch them just in time.

"There you are, Shrimpy!"

"Good morning, prefect."

"Ah, Jade, Floyd, hi! It's good to see you guys!"

Floyd ruffles your hair playfully, making it stick in every direction and letting out a laugh. Jade finds your answering pout endearing.

"Prefect, if you wouldn't mind?" Jade offers his free arms, letting you slide most of the books to him. It was a natural action, well praticed as Jade was used to helping you with little everyday chores. Even when you tried to deny giving him more work, he insisted it was his pleasure to help. Eventually you understood that was simply his way of showing affection and let him do as he wanted to, as long as he didn't overwork himself in the process.

"Thank you! C'mon, I have to take these to professor Trein before we have our next class with him at the end of the hallway."

The three of you walk together, even though the twin's classrooms weren't near yours. You appreciated the company, so it wasn't like you were about to complain. Floyd wraps an arm around your shoulders, leaning on you, as Jade looks on curiously, wondering what his brother could have come up with this time.

"Say, Shrimpy, are you free tomorrow?"

"Hmm... tomorrow is Saturday, right? Then I think that I've got some free time, yes."

"Great! You know who else is free tomorrow? Jade is! How about the two of you have a date, then?"

It's as if time paused, the three of you stopping in the middle of the halls. Both you and Jade stare incredulously at Floyd, not daring to make eye contact with each other. Jade feels his heart stopping for a second as well, followed by a feeling of annoyance. Oh, he'd have a few choice words for his dearest brother once they were alone.

"I didn't hear a no from either of you, so I'm taking it as confirmation. You'll have dinner together at Mostro Lounge! Don't be late or else Azul will raise the price of the bill, you know how he is." And with that, Floyd simply turns around and leaves you two stunned into silence, watching his retreating back.

Jade would have gone after him if he wasn't busy helping you carry your books. As it was, he was left to deal with the mess Floyd caused, as usual. He clears his throat, making you turn your attention to him. The confusion in your face would normally warm his heart, but this time he only feels dread.

"I'm sorry, prefect, I don't know where this came from. I will have a talk with Floyd for the inconvenience."

There's a pensive look on your face before you avert your eyes, words coming out in a low tone.

"Actually... I wouldn't mind going on a date with you tomorrow. If you want to, that is."

Jade feels his heart stop once more, for an entirely different reason from the last time. He should get it checked with how often it's been doing that.

"You... wouldn't?" His words are laced with tentative hope, so fragile.

"No. I'd love to, actually." Your cheeky smile blinds him like the sun and gives him the confirmation he needed. Wearing his confidence like a well worn glove, he puts on his best charming expression.

"In this case, allow me to ask you out properly. Prefect, would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow?"

You chuckle, mirth coloring your gaze as you bounce on your feet. "Why, yes Jade, I'd love that."

"Perfect. Then, I'll pick you up at your dorm for dinner. My treat."

"Oh, how charming. I'll be waiting for you!"

Before Jade can answer, the bell rings and you're reminded you do have a class to get to. You both scurry to your classroom at the end of the hallway, stealing glances between yourselves, a giddiness enveloping you. Jade arrives fashionably late for his own class with a smile on his face, teeth exposed and all. His classmates give him a wide berth, creeped out by whatever trouble that expression could bring. Jade doesn't mind, too busy thinking on what to put on the menu for your dinner to care about his classmates fearing for their lives.

Later on the day, he had quite a pleasant conversation with Floyd about the stunt he pulled. Floyd got to feel how his squeezing victims felt. He's sure it was eye opening for his brother.

Azul also got bombarded with an intricate menu request for the following day. He knew Floyd had to be involved with this somehow, but couldn't he had asked him beforehand about reserving the lounge for the night?

It was not until the next day that you saw Jade again. As promised, he was knocking politely on the door of Ramshackle by the time the clock hit six p.m.

He looks stunning. You had to take a moment to take him in fully. The smart suit fitting him perfectly, black social shoes and hair properly combed. On both his ears, blue mushrooms hanging contently. You could feel a faint scent of cologne, some earthy smell that was so much like him you couldn't help feeling endeared by it.

"Good evening, prefect. You look wonderful."

"Thank you. You're not that bad yourself." You wink, letting him in as you finish putting your shoes.

"Not that bad? My, my, you wound me. And after I took so much time getting ready to meet your standarts, too."

You chuckle, shaking your head, sincerity taking over your teasing tone. "Oh, Jade, you already met my standarts, no need to get all dolled up."

"You flatter me." He offers his hand for you to stand up.

"Maybe I do. Would you rather I stop?" You accept it, letting him pull you.

"No need, I'm quite content as it is." He brings your hands to his lips, grazing them so lightly you almost can't feel them. It sends shivers across your arm and heat to your cheeks. "I brought you a gift."

"Really?"

"Of course. Here, please allow me to put it on."

Jade shows you a necklace with a silver chain and a pretty peach colored shell. You brush your fingers on it, feeling the spiral pattern and it's roughness. It has a slightly salty smell, as if there was a piece of the sea itself imbedded on it.

"It's beautiful, Jade, thank you." The way you say it as if Jade had given you some priceless jewel makes satisfaction wash through him in waves.

You turn around, holding your hair out of the way for him to put it in place. His cold fingers brush against your sensitive neck, once again making shivers rise along your skin. His hands rest on your shoulders as he leans in, mouth so close to your ear you can feel every puff of hot air.

"It was the least I could do after receiving your enchanting gift."

He pulls away, leaving your neck feeling oddly bare despite the extra weight on it. You spin around to face him, holding the shell close to your heart.

"I told you there was no need to give me anything back!"

"Don't get it wrong, this isn't pay back, prefect. I merely did it because I wanted to make you happy, that's all there is to it." He looks quite smug throwing your words back at you.

"That's not fair, you know." You pout playfully, making a low chuckle leave his lips. "Oh, I got a gift for you too! Wait just a second!"

That picks his curiosity, as he wasn't expecting anything this time. It seemed that you truly took delight in giving him things. His chest felt warm at the thought.

You come back holding a bouquet of pink hydrangeas, the shade remembering him of the newest mushroom he had showed you. It's beautifully done, wrapped in a light blue paper and tied by a pink ribbon.

"My heartfelt emotions, to you." You make flourish when giving it to him, bending down in a bow.

His cheeks tint pink, matching the lovely shade of the flowers. He accepts them gracefully, thanking you. It's quite a sight, Jade fully buttoned up, the image of a perfect gentleman, carrying the flowers as if they were the most precious thing he owns.

"C'mon, let's get going before Azul charges us extra for the wait."

"Don't worry, he wouldn't dare to." There's a hint of pointy teeth in his smile, enough to imply the threat Azul'd be under should he try something.

You lead him out of the door, walking side by side to the mirror chamber. Neither of you are in a hurry, so you take your time to appreciate each other's company. It feels like only a second has passed by once you're in front of Octavinelle's entrance.

"Shall we enter, my dear? We can't have the food turning cold on us."

His free hand finds it's way around your lower back as he guides you through the mirror and to the lounge, navigating tables expertly. The whole establishment is empty besides the two of you, smooth jazz playing on the background and dim lights creating a cozy atmosphere. The fish pass you by on the water tanks, creating an entrancing dance, a blur of colors reflecting on the glass.

You take your seat on a table right in the middle, one more decorated than the others, a white cloth and a vase of flowers sitting on top of it. You can see the whole room from there, from the bar to Azul's VIP room's door.

Even with the formality of the situation, you find yourself comfortable in his familiar presence. Jade can talk with you for hours on end, each word capturing your attention wholly. As you wait for your order to come, you let the jazz rythm lull your conversation, playing with the shell on your necklace from time to time.

Many would say Jade Leech is a scary man. It's true, you think. The way he's entranced you is terrifyingly thrilling. At the same time, it isn't true at all, not to you at least. You know how dangerous he can be, you're not that naive, but you feel safe with him. How ironic that the sharp smile that makes so many shiver from fear is what warms your heart.

Floyd is the one to arrive with your order, making a show of spinning it before putting it on the table. You chuckle at his antics, watching him dance as he retreats to the kitchen.

"I hope it is up to your taste. I made sure there were only the best ingredients being used, handpicked by myself."

"It looks delicious! Not sure if I trust the handpicking part, tho. You're sure you didn't slip any poisonous mushroom on it?" You joke, taking a bite of the food. The taste disperses on your tongue and you hum contently, the warmth spreading to your body as you swallow. You take another bite, making amusement shine in Jade's eyes.

"Well, now that you mention it... you can still feel your tongue, yes?"

You almost choke in your laughter, coughing as he makes a worried face that doesn't fool you for a second. "Ugh, you're the worst. But this is so good I think it'd be worth the trip to the infirmary."

"I'm glad you like it so much, then."

"Yeah, the company isn't half bad either."

"I could say the same. You're rather delightful to have around. Much more so without being delirious from an unfortunate accident, so you don't have anything to worry about."

Your smile grows bigger at the compliment, mischief sparkling in your gaze as you wait for him to take a bite before answering. "Awn, you care about me? That's cute."

It's Jade's turn to splutter, although he does so in a much more dignified and contained way than you did. If it wasn't for the rising of his shoulders and the widening of his eyes, you wouldn't be able to tell he was fazed at all. Lucky for you, you took notice of his reactions as much as he did for yours. Before he can retort, there's an interruption in the shape of a certain Housewarden.

"Is everything going alright? How do you like the food?" Azul has a polite costumer smile plastered on his face, but his curiosity is obvious. You and Jade exchange a glance between yourselves.

"It's wonderful, as always."

"I see, I see." He pauses for a second too long, taking in the scene fully. Jade glares at him once they meet eyes. You stifle a giggle. "I wouldn't want to take more of your time. Please continue to enjoy your evening."

"We will." Jade replies curtly, eyes boring into Azul until he's out of view. He turns to you, composure back in place, which only makes you want to laugh more. You pretend you didn't notice it, taking another bite from your dish.

"You know..." You catch his attention, making him look inquisitively at you. "Your plate looks really good too. What is it?"

"Interested, are we? It's a mushroom risotto, made with mushrooms I collected on my mountain expeditions."

"Oh, I think I saw one similar to this on the cafeteria once!"

"Yes, the club contributes with foraging some of the ingredients used on the cafeteria's dishes."

"Woah, that's so cool. How come I didn't know this?"

"You didn't ask." His eyes wrinkle at the corner, clearly pleased with your praise to his beloved club.

"How was I supposed to ask this? It's way too specific!"

"Hm, I suppose it is."

You stick your tongue at him, knowing it's just like Jade to pull something like this. "As recompensation, I want a bite!"

"It does taste delicious." He takes another bite and chews slowly, eyes locked with yours the entire time.

"C'mon Jade! Please?" You bat your lashes at him playfully, although it seems to have some effect. He gets a good amount of it on his fork before lifting it to your lips. You take it eagerly, humming.

"Well?" There's a certain antecipation on his tone.

"You're right, it tastes as good as it looks. Which is saying a lot."

"If you would like, I can cook it for you on another occasion."

Your eyes widen, the sincerity on his voice taking you by surprise.

"For free?"

"Of course, I wouldn't charge you for it. It would be my pleasure, truly."

"Then I accept! We could cook it together at Ramshackle sometime next week."

"That would be perfect."

"It's a date then." You wink at him, patting yourself on the back for your smoothness.

"Enjoying this one so much you can't wait for another?" He answers with a smirk, tilting his head, his earrings tilting alongside it.

"How could I not enjoy it with such a charming gentleman across me?"

"You will make me blush if you keep saying things like this, prefect."

"That means it's working! You'll fall in love with me in no time."

You chuckle, but Jade's gaze only softens. His eyes look so tender it makes your breath catch on your throat. You can't look away from him, from the way his smile curves just right.

"Can I bring the dessert now?" Floyd asks, making both of you turn to him in surprise. He scratches the back of his neck and stand casually at the end of the table as if he hadn't sneaked his way to it.

"We haven't finished eating yet."

"So?"

The twins hold eye contact for a few seconds, surely having some conversation you stand clueless about.

"So. You can bring it later."

"Ah? But it's ready, shouldn't I bring it now? Shrimpy would like it fresh, right? You were the one that said that!"

Jade sighs at his brother stubborness. You stifle another giggle.

"Floyd, I don't mind eating it a bit after it was done. I'd prefer to finish the main dish first."

"Hm, if Shrimpy says so. I'll see ya in a bit."

"Now he listens..." Jade comments as you both watch him leaving. The frustation in his voice is a little funny, honestly. You sip on your drink.

It goes on like this. As your conversation with Jade follows it's usual course, Azul and Floyd interrupt constantly, always with a different excuse. You can see Jade getting fed up with their antics, but as much as you sympatize with him, you can't help but find the whole thing rather amusing.

Dessert consists of a mouth watering strawberry shortcake, the whipped cream melting in your tongue, the strawberries, coated in sugar, fresh and sweet, the cake fluffy. You make a different pleased sound at every bite, savoring it to the max. Jade seems fixated on your reactions, not paying nearly as much attention to his own slice as he's doing to you.

The jazz on the background takes a slower rhythm, as if accompanying the passage of the night. You feel at ease, smiling at Jade once you finish eating your slice. His intent gaze on you holding an unspoken weight, affection shining through. It makes your own feelings scream at you to do something, and that's what you do. It feels right to take his hand resting onto the table and interwine your fingers with his.

The touch of your hands sends eletricity through his skin, shocking his heart. Your eyes are littered with stars as you look at him, the colorful sea life reflecting on them beautifully. You look beautiful. The way his name falls from your lips, dripping as sweet as honey, makes him want to hear you say it again and again. He's addicted to your charm, letting himself drown on it.

Jade wants to confess his feelings to you at that moment, spill his mushy insides in your palms, transfer the warmth from his chest to your cheeks. He licks his lips, glancing at yours looking so inviting and soft, and opens his mouth to say it, to give you the key to his heart, to trust you and give himself to you fully, to be frighteningly open.

Before a single word can make it past his throat, there's a loud crash on the background that breaks the moment, making you jump and look around in alarm. Never in his life has Jade felt so frustrated, teeth digging through his bottom lip so hard he feels the coppery taste of blood.

There's a hiss of Floyd's name and a slurred complaint of Azul's. The two emerge from the bar, looking slightly frazzled.

"Are you two ok?" You ask, more curious than concerned.

"Perfectly. No need to worry about us." Azul smooths out his shirt, not really looking you in the eyes.

"Shrimpy, when are you gonna make a move?" Floyd pouts, arms crossed.

Jade's glare is a promise of pain in the future for the two that dared to interrupt him once more. How could Azul and Floyd be so irritating when they were supposed to be helping him? He makes to get up and have a talk with them in private, being at the limit of his patience, but you hold his hand closer to yourself, making him stay put.

"If you two leave us to have a private moment I'll do it."

His eyes widen at your boldness, no hint of a joke in your tone.

"Bet. C'mon Azul, let's leave the lovebirds alone." Floyd basically drags Azul away with him, finally leaving the two of you.

"Prefect..."

You don't let him continue, bringing his hand closer to your heart, to the shell necklace, and taking a deep breath before letting it all out, looking at him in the eyes the entire time. You feel a rush of energy run through your nerves, the moment you've been waiting for finally having arrived.

"Jade, I really like you. I enjoy every moment I spend by your side, even when you can't give me your full attention. I know I'm in your thoughts and you're in mine, too. I love to hear you talking about your interests and I feel safe when I'm with you. You have my trust and my affections. My heart beats faster because of you. These are my heartfelt emotions. I'd be really happy if you feel the same for me, my pearl."

You close your eyes, bringing his hand to your lips and kissing his knuckles, holding it tenderly. Your thumb press against his pulse point, relief flooding you at confirming it's as accelerated as your own. Your look at him through your lashes, seeing his face is coated in the pretty pink you love so much.

He calls you by your name, each letter molding perfectly to his lips, as if it was choosen to be said by him. "Do you have any idea of the effect you have on me?"

You smile gently, squeezing his hand and letting it go. "Hm, no, I don't think so. Please, elaborate on it."

Jade gets up from his seat, standing in front of you before kneeling down, taking your hand in a similar way you did with his.

"Jade, don't you think it's a bit early to ask for my hand in marriage?"

He chuckles, his face radiating so much fondness there's no doubt in your mind that he reciprocates. He takes your hand to cup his cheek while he speaks, nuzzling into it and looking up at you, making himself vulnerable, as close to a lovesick expression as you'd ever see on him.

"Dearest, I'm most devoted to you. There's not a day that passes by without you filling up my thoughts. You have carved your way into my heart in a way none were able to before. I want to give you anything you may wish for, as long as you'll give me the one thing I ask of you. Would you allow me the pleasure of belonging to you, just as you would belong to me?"

Your thumb brushes against his skin, passing through and pulling on his lips as your lidded eyes take them in. Jade lets you do as you please, a show of great trust from someone as guarded as him.

"Of course. I'd love to."

It's fascinating, the way a smile blooms on his face and his eyes light up, as if you had promised to give him the world. Perhaps you had, you just didn't know it. Your hand pulls him closer, making him get up and put his hands on your shoulders, leaning in, foreheads touching.

"I recall you saying something about wanting to hold me and kiss me, right? What are you waiting for?"

That makes him pause. "Wait. Were you listening to me on that day, at the botanical garden?"

"Maybe, maybe not, who knows." You sing song, the glint of amusement dancing in your eyes enough to answer him. He chuckles incredulously, wondering just how used to your presence he was to not have noticed you approaching him then.

"How secretive of you, prefect." He sounds proud as he says it. Maybe he's rubbing off on you after spending so much time together. "Very well. If that is what you wish for, I will do it." His thumb and forefinger hold onto your chin, tilting your head to meet his easier. "May I?" His low voice, laced with desire and yearning leaves you breathless before the kiss even has started. You whisper your consent, closing your eyes in antecipation.

Jade, the bastard, teases you by leaving a little kiss by the corner of your mouth before grazing his lips against yours in a feather like touch, making a needy noise leave your throat. You can feel his smile against your lips, his hot breath mixing with yours, his nose brushing against yours in a tender gesture before your lips finally meet with a firm yet gentle hold.

He tastes like strawberries. You let out a delighted groan, your hands coming up behind his head to play with his hair, pulling him even closer to you.

As he makes to pull away, you nibble on his lip, getting a surprising whine in response. It only fuels you, the sound reverbating through your head like a prayer. It sure felt like a holy experience, to get such a sound from him.

His face is flushed a pale pink and his hair is messy, lips red from kissing. It's the most beautiful sight you've ever seen. You're sure you don't look much better, but you can't bring yourself to care, the ecstasy pumping your blood and making your heart race.

Your cheeks hurt from how wide they're being spread by your smile, one so sincere you couldn't fight it even if you wanted to. You brush your nose against his, making a loving sigh escape his lips.

"...How do you like it?" For once in his life, Jade Leech let's himself be vulnerable, completly at your mercy. You feel powerful, at the top of the world having him in your palms like that, drinking up the sight. Although you know, he's got you just as good.

"Strawberries."

There's confusion on his voice as he repeats the word, taken aback by how suddenly you said it, how firm your tone was. You bury your face on his neck, whispering your answer against his skin.

"You taste like strawberries. My favorite."

"Oh. I see it was a good idea to have strawberries on our dessert." There's the usual satisfied tone on his voice by knowing his plan was a success.

"You planned this?" You laugh, knowing you should have expected it from him. There is a buzzing of contentment swallowing you whole, fondness swimming in your chest.

"Naturally. I wanted it to be a most joyous experience."

"Well, you succeded. You taste delicious." You lick your lips for extra effect, nuzzling your head on his neck and leaving a little bite. "Still do."

You can feel the shivers of his skin against your lips. You pull on his hair a bit and hear the yearning sigh he lets out. It's exhilirating. You pull away, coming face to face with his lovely infatuated expression, one reserved just for you.

"One more?"

"As you wish, my dear."

Your lips meet once more, the pressure of his against yours making you light headed. It's wonderful, he's wonderful. You could get used to this.

Unfortunately, the moment is broken by the loud cheers and polite clapping from the backgroung. Floyd whistles as Azul congratulates you two. Jade's hands' grip on your shoulders tightens and you can feel the annoyance from before coming back tenfold, his red and swollen lips not making his sadistic smile any less treathining.

"And just what do the two of you think you are doing? Haven't you interrupted enough?"

Your head falls back on his shoulder, not being able to hold your laughter anymore, your giggles against his ear making him soften the slightest bit, almost enough to forgive the two noisy merman. Almost.

He could deal with them later. Right now, he had much better things to do, as your breath tickling his neck reminds him.

Jade Leech is not one for sentimentalism... perhaps he could make an exception for you.

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jarrodsbowen · 3 years ago

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to all anons; carson runs a west ham blog with occasionally ruben loftus cheek, ruben dias and marcus rashoford brainorts in terms of rival teams and that’s all u need to know

you know me so well… its True. that’s my blog in a nutshell <3

#add in some jadon too and i think thats it #allie tag <3

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crinkler · 5 years ago

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Listen i can be so easy to entertain

Im portmanteauing all the kh characters into xehanorts ans its so amusing

haynort

nortlette

penort

xionort

isanort like he literally is one and no ones talking abt it!! ISANORTHe IS A NORT! DUDE!

leanort???

VEnort? Ventunort? Venanort?

Vaninort??

kairinort rikunort eh

Avanort?????

Mickeynort? Im surprise thats not a more prevalent au yaknow?

Eraquanort????

dilanort

roxanort

larxenort

marlunort

N A M I N O R T

I FOUND THE JACKPOT ITS NAMINORT

Ienort? Ienzort?

xemnort

donort

goofynort

try and tell me this isn't a freaking darn good time

iranort

ephemort EPHEMORT

master of mort

Nortensia (ortensia, oswalds wife)

Luxort

evenort

aladdinort

scrooge mcnort

Just do it with any name boi

Justinort, kevinort, johnort, steffanort

brainort

gulanort

Luxunort

invinort

#lol #list #norts #kh #original #i talk #this has been in my drafts for a month #behold: my first ever abandoned draft #this is still funny tho so its good

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enkivzla · 6 years ago

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@IELaMadrizT: RT @ReporteYa: #25Ago El salario a cobrar dentro de 15 días pero anunciado hace una semana bajó de 30 $ a 21 $. Aún sin cobrar la primera quincena - @brainort

@IELaMadrizT: RT @ReporteYa: #25Ago El salario a cobrar dentro de 15 días pero anunciado hace una semana bajó de 30 $ a 21 $. Aún sin cobrar la primera quincena – @brainort

#25Ago El salario a cobrar dentro de 15 días pero anunciado hace una semana bajó de 30 $ a 21 $. Aún sin cobrar la primera quincena – @brainort

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miss-tc-nova · 3 years ago

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Lament’s End - Brain x Xehanort

Seriously, I fell in love with this plot/idea/ship thing, but the number of times I read “Brain and Xehanort” and cracked up is innumerable. But I’m freaking stick to it. I love it. BRAINORT FOREVER!

AN: Immediately Post KH3

~~~~~

“Here.” The old master takes the arm of the defeated Seeker, pulling it over his shoulder. “Ready?”

There’s a softness he hasn’t seen in a long time. “Yes.”

Engulfed in light, their old forms revert to the time Eraqus fell in love with Xehanort. His grin is met by Xehanort’s sheepish smile and acceptance washes over them—it’s time for them to go.

Reunited hearts drift away, beginning their journey to Kingdom Hearts.

One of them echoes as they float away. “You know, you kept me waiting a long time.”

“You knew the whole time, didn’t you?” asks the other. “That we were the same person.”

“I had my suspicions, but it would’ve been wrong of me to say so without being certain.”

There’s a sigh. “You’ve always been a pain in the ass.”

“Yeah, but you love me.”

“I never stopped.”

An even brighter light takes them, transporting the wayward hearts to a realm far away.

Blurry sight gives way, finding the boys home—at Scala ad Caelum. He can’t help smiling, his grin growing as he stares at his partner. Silver eyes, as beautiful as ever, turn on him.

“Brain?”

“Huh?” He surveys himself. This is Brain, just as he was when they first met. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, all things considered. You okay, darlin’?” Old habits are easy to pick up.

His partner, as he stands, looks conflicted. “Should I…Is it okay for me to be Xehanort?”

“What d’you mean?”

Those eyes must see the terrible deeds stained on those hands. “After everything I did, is it right for me to be Xehanort?”

Brain intervenes, taking a hand. “Don’t think like that. You had the best intentions just…a flawed way of going about it.”

Shoulders droop, but Xehanort agrees. “Isn’t that an understatement.” The pair let out soft, weary laughter. “So what do we—”

“Xehanort!”

The boy in black takes an impact that knocks him to the ground. “Vor?”

She nearly strangles Xehanort with her embrace. Brain watches as a few more familiar faces join the petite blond in mauling the young man and tears well in Brain’s eyes. It’s them; all of them—together again.

Amid the celebration, Bragi brings attention to the odd man out. “You really know how to make a dramatic plot twist, don’cha Fleetfoot.”

Startled, Brain asks, “You know?”

“Pfft, you thought we wouldn’t find out?”

“How—"

“I wondered when I’d finally get to meet you.”

That’s his voice—or more accurately, that’s the voice of his second life.

Beyond the group of former classmates stands a mirror image of the young man Brain impersonated for an entire lifetime. He’s radiant and regal and everything that he should have been. This is the newborn life taken by Brain.

His name slips past Brain’s lips. “Eraqus…”

The boy in white approaches without hesitation or even a sign of contempt on his face; meanwhile, Brain steps back, recoiling like the coward he is. Every inch of him is frozen in fear as his relative stands before him, beaming.

“It’s nice to meet you, grandpa.”

It’s not adding up. “You…You’re not mad?”

His eyes downcast. “I used to be. Hatred and despair were all I knew, but someone else taught me compassion and pity.”

He never deserved any of this.

Eraqus continues, “I’ve thought about this meeting a million times over and what I would say to you. I used to think about screaming and fighting or even avoiding you altogether. I don’t know if I can forgive you, but knowing your true history and the sorrow that drove you to such lengths, all I could ever come up with was ‘I’m sorry.’”

“Sorry?” Brain’s lips quirk in a smile but he’s falling apart. “You’re apologizing to me?”

That is a pure smile far too good for Brain. “You’ve suffered more than a single lifetime; I think that’s enough.”

The broken man collapses. At his side joins his grandson consolation and Brain clings to him as he sobs an endless string of apologies that could never make up for what he did. Yet Eraqus accepts them all.

Some time passes before Brain can rein in his emotions and, while the group seems happy enough to wait, someone else is not.

“Braaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiin!”

Eraqus releases Brain just in time for a familiar feline to tackle him. Baffled, the man stares down at the silver spirit in his arms.

“Chi-chi?!” The Chirithy buries their face against his shirt.

Another spirit skips to a stop before them, peering up at Xehanort. “Do…Do you remember now?”

Xehanort, a warm smile on his face, leans forward to nuzzle his spirit’s forehead. “Yeah. I missed you, Chia.”

Seeing them reunited is heart-melting; however, as mentioned, Chi-chi isn’t so sweet.

“What took you so long?!” they complain.

He chuckles, wiping at his eyes. “Sorry, I had a lot of things to do.”

“I bet you were just being lazy.”

A bit of that old sass come out as Brain pinches their cheek. “Thanks, pal.”

It’s Xehanort’s turn to laugh. “Well, they’re not wrong.”

Once the laughter at Brain’s expense dies, Eraqus speaks again. “It was Chi-chi who guided me here and introduced me to the Master.” He smiles. “Oh right. We should head to the citadel, Master Ephemer is waiting to see you both.”

Gods, if any more surprises come his way, Brain may die a fourth time. “Ephemer’s here?”

Eraqus grins. “Yeah. Where else would he have gone?”

Xehanort pulls Brain against him. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, just…wow.”

Urd puts a hand to her hip. “We’ll go ahead and let the Master know you’re on your way.”

“You two take a moment to collect yourselves and meet us up there, okay?” Hermod tacks on.

The group gathers to leave and Chia and Chi-chi take their leave. Eraqus stands to join the group, looking surprisingly comfortable among them. In spite of all that happened, he looks truly happy among the native Scalans, which is more than Brain ever could’ve hoped for his grandson.

“It’s easy to see where Eraqus gets his good looks from,” Xehanort teases.

Brain takes the bait. “Hey, are you hitting on my grandkid?”

“He looks good.” Heads bump together softly. “But you’re the one I fell in love with.”

“Geeze, and here I thought I’d be the one consoling you.”

“Really?” Xehanort rubs at the tear stains on his lover’s face. “You took my leaving pretty hard. Surely I’ll have to make up for that someday.”

Brain laughs pitifully. “Guess in the whole scheme of things, we’re both massive disasters.”

Xehanort agrees. “Maybe that’s why we’re meant for each other.”

“Probably.”

A bashful hand rests against the back of his neck, catching on a string of metal. The ring bumps against his chest.

He has it—he still has it. Even after everything that happened, this little piece of metal has weathered it all, somehow seeing these two lost souls through lifetimes and to Kingdom Hearts. It’s a shame it never got to be used as intended.

But maybe that can change.

“Xehanort?”

“Yeah?”

“Before anything else happens—” Brain does his best to prop himself up on one knee, pulling the chain over his head. “Will you marry me?”

Xehanort chuckles, extending a hand. “Didn’t you get the note I left in the box?”

Taking said hand, Brain places a kiss against the knuckles. “Just answer the question. Please?”

Xe rolls his eyes, but smiles anyway, his expression made of pure adoration. “Yes.”

The proposer fiddles with the chain, nervously dropping the ring in the process. Fair cheeks turn rosy as his lover laughs, but he presses on, slipping the ring where it was always meant to be.

A light emanates from the gems, consuming the ring entirely before it dies out. Old dinned metal shines brand-new and dull gems sparkle radiantly; it looks exactly as it did the day Brain bought it.

“You really outdid yourself with this one,” Xehanort says, admiring the band.

“Yeah, well, I spent weeks looking for the perfect one. Lauriam kept nagging me about being picky. Said you’d like it no matter which one I picked.”

“And he was right.” Brain frowns as Xe laughs. “But thank you for going through all the trouble to make it perfect.”

Brain’s stomach flips and he gives a cheesy smile. Then Xehanort leans forward, connecting their lips in a long-awaited kiss. Immediately, Brain gives in to his partner’s every notion. He always enjoyed taking his time, memorizing the feel of his darling’s mouth on his, learning every little detail and reaction, exploring his love’s feelings. There’s certainly regret and apology—nothing Brain himself didn’t have—but there’s happiness, desire, and missing. Most importantly, there’s love. Like the ring, it’s weathered centuries and survived the deepest darkness, but it, too, goes on.

However, despite being a submissive make-out partner, Brain can’t contain this feeling of freedom blooming in his chest. His burdens are gone, he doesn’t have an ulterior motive to act on, and he’s reunited with the person he loves most.

Brain takes Xehanort by the waist, tugging him closer as he falls backwards. A surge of contentment rolls through Brain as Xehanort lays flat against him and his hungry hands snake into silver hair. With his mouth, he begs for more, having been deprived of such affection for so long, and Xehanort graciously gives it to him.

While the pair could indulge for eternity, there are people waiting on them. Xehanort breaks first, pulling away in spite of Brain attempting to follow. The chagrin dissipates, in favor of admiration. As always, his beloved is beautiful.

This is everything he’s ever wanted. Brain never wanted to do all those things; he never wanted the prestige and power he created; he never even wanted to be a Dandelion. He just wanted to be with the person he loved. Now that’s everything they have.

Soft laughter engrosses the couple, their happiness clear as the sky above.

And it’s all they need.

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miss-tc-nova · 3 years ago

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For You - Brain

This is pretty in line with KH:DR if I’m being honest. P:

~~~~~

“You don’t have to leave.”

Though his voice is steady, Eraqus feels his world crumbling around him. Nevertheless, here he stands, the vision of the young man before him flickering. He can’t let this turn out like last time; he’ll be destroyed if it does.

In the four years since the tragedy, things have only gone downhill. Eraqus had just begun healing from the trauma of his past, only for it all to come crashing back down. The darkness had taken even more people from him and Eraqus couldn’t forgive himself.

At his side stood Xehanort, ever steady and always pulling him forward—at least for a while. Recently, Xehanort had been secluding himself, burying his nose in books and going off-world alone. These things wouldn’t normally be a problem, but the fact that his boyfriend refused to let Eraqus join is what hurt the most, driving him back into his depression.

And then Xehanort announced that he was leaving. Eraqus was crushed. He knew Xehanort was looking for something, but he refused to let Eraqus in on it. They’ve had this argument several times now and, while he wants to scream at the seeker for trying to leave without a word, Eraqus is far more desperate for him to stay.

“What happened wasn’t your fault.” It was mine.

Xehanort lifts his gaze from the graves. “I Just want to see what’s out there before the Mark of Mastery exam.”

“That’s not for a while. Besides, you’ve already seen what’s out there.” That’s how we lost them.

The young man shakes his head. “Not everything.”

Fear gnaws at Eraqus’s insides. “What are you looking for?”

Silence. Then, without a word, Xehanort turns to walk past Eraqus.

Fists clench, but he puts on a front. “So you’re gonna run away just as the underdog’s about to take the lead?”

That stops Xehanort in his tracks. Only the sound of pouring rain consumes them until Xehanort speaks.

“Don’t you miss them?”

The front falters. “Of course I do.”

“What about the Dandelions?”

Unsure of where this is going, Eraqus answers. “Every day.”

From his pocket, Xehanort pull the chain necklace. “And what about them?”

At the sight of the ring, Eraqus clams up. It would be a lie to say he hasn’t been thinking of the past often as of late, and he’s pretty sure that Xehanort is aware of that. Still, his silence frustrates Xehanort who turns back.

“Don’t you want to see them again?”

“What does it matter? We can’t change the past.”

“You don’t know that,” snaps Xehanort. “I’m going to try, even if it’s the last thing I ever do. I’m going to fix this, E—”

That feels like a knife to the heart. He can’t remember the last time he heard Xehanort say his name; in fact, he’s certain his young lover has gone out of his way to avoid saying it. Eraqus has his suspicions as to why, but gods he wishes he was wrong.

“Say it.” Eraqus stands firm as Xehanort turns an empty stare on him. “Say my name.”

His fist tightens on the chain. “I’m going to fix this, for you, Grandmaster Brain.”

There it is. Xehanort is doing everything he can to separate himself from Eraqus, using a name from another life Xehanort had nothing to do with. At least as far as Xehanort knows.

Along with Eraqus’s suspicions that Xehanort would leave him, he’d begun to piece together similarities between them. Simple things from Xehanort’s specific way of eating things to the way his nose crinkled when he laughed. Then there was the way he treated Eraqus; it may be sharper than the one he called “darlin’” but there’s no doubt that Xehanort was always trying to protect him.

Of course, Eraqus told himself over and over that these were merely coincidences—it was wrong of him to compare the two. Still, the thought never left him. In fact, the more he dwelt on it, the more right it seemed. The sheer fact Xehanort had that ring already connected them.

But how could he tell him that without possibly destroying who Xehanort was? How would he take the idea that he may be someone else reincarnated? Would he be able to accept that Eraqus really did love him for him and not just because he might be someone else?

None of this would be happening if only Brain had been strong enough.

“Anyway, I think it’s best that I gave this back to you.” The ring flies through the air at Eraqus, denying him the chance to refuse.

“We made a deal,” Eraqus argues.

Xehanort’s response is empty. “Hopefully, when I’m done, you can keep your promise to the one you actually bought that fore.”

Tears meld with the rain on his face as his emotions begin to get the better of him. “Why are you doing this?!”

“I already told you why.”

“So you’re just going to leave me for a mission that might not even work?!” Eraqus yells. “Risk your life for what’s likely to be a failure?! I know you’re not stupid, so why are you doing this to me?!”

It’s small, but Xehanort’s shoulders shudder in laughter. “Because I love you.”

It’s happening again and anything he says to make Xehanort stay will be meaningless. This is how it always is. Someone’s always hurting to protect him.

“Wait!” He rushes forward, snagging the seeker’s wrist. “Marry me!”

“What?!”

As if the strongest gravity spell befell him, his knees hit the stone path. “Marry me! Please! I’m begging you!” Xehanort doesn’t answer and the fear from long ago swells. “I don’t know what to do without you! I’m scared to be alone again! Please don’t leave me! Not you too!”

“You…” Even Xehanort’s voice quavers. “You’ll be okay.”

“No, I won’t! My union, my friends, my partner: I lost them all! I can’t-…Please don’t make me do this again!”

Warm hands cup his face just before a soft kiss meets his forehead.

“I’m going to fix this.”

Eyes filled with pity watch Eraqus as Xehanort backs away. Then, the boy in black lifts his hood and walks away.

“YOU SAID YOU WOULD BE RIGHT BESIDE ME!” His sanity fraying at the seams, Eraqus slams a fist against the ground. “…To make sure I don’t sink any lower.”

But Xehanort never looks back.

Without Xehanort, Eraqus truly does fall. The happiness that was his saving grace is gone, replaced with a hatred for the darkness that surpassed obsessive. He sought tirelessly to go beyond the strength he had as an old master, determined to win this time.

And it led him down a very dark road.

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Second Promise - Brain x Xehanort

Lol, writing out that title was so fucking funny to me.

~~~~~

That booming thud jars the young man awake. Fueled with startled adrenaline, he spouts the first thing that comes to mind.

“D!”

Every eye in the room stares at the young man, some with annoyance and some amusement. Master Odin, on the other hand, is as stoic as ever.

“That’s right. D is the correct answer, Eraqus. However, I understand, based on your exam scores that you originally guessed B. So can you explain to the rest of us why D is the actual answer?”

“Uh…” His gaze frantically searches his barely-passed exam paper, trying to find out what question they’re on. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Xehanort, drumming his fingers against the table—four of them.

Question four.

“Um, D is correct because a keyblade user’s ability is augmented by the keyblade, so using specific charms to boost specific skills is vital against certain enemies. In this case, using the magic boost from Lady Luck would be more effective against enemies with elemental weaknesses than the other charms that are strength based.”

All the attitudes from earlier have become awe—even Master Odin is surprised by his answer. The only one not impressed by Era’s answer is Xehanort, who smacks a hand against his face.

“While that concept is indeed correct, that answer applies to question four, which you also got wrong. We are on question eight.”

His eyes drop to his paper. “Eight?!”

The class laughs at his mistake, which isn’t a new experience for him. Even the master is a bit lighter towards Eraqus as he says, “Perhaps if you spent less time napping, you would be able to pay attention to the rest of the class.”

“Aw, but Fleetfoot needs his beauty sleep,” snickers Bragi.

“Eraqus is pretty enough without sleeping through my class.” The class erupts at the master’s response. Even Eraqus cracks a smile as his ears burn.

Things have been going better for Eraqus since he spilled his darkest secret to Xehanort. That goofy demeanor he used to fake is much more realistic and the nightmares aren’t quite as frequent. He still feels the guilt—he’ll never be able to forgive himself of everything—but he knows there no use dwelling on it and that he has to start repenting now. He’s far happier because he’s no longer alone.

That doesn’t stop Eraqus bickering with his new boyfriend.

“Why the hell did you tell me we were on question four?!” Eraqus complains after class as the group heads towards the dorms.

“I didn’t. I tapped four fingers twice,” Xehanort nags back. “What was I supposed to do? Tap eight fingers.” The young man mimics the ridiculousness of tapping eight fingers at once. “Did you want us both to get caught?”

Bragi and Vor snicker at the lover’s quarrel. Then the little blond says, “But that sure was a smart answer you gave the Master.”

“Smartest thing I think Tardy Fleetfoot has ever said in his life,” agrees Bragi.

A corner of Xehanort’s mouth quirks. “If you keep that up, somebody might start to think you know more than you let on.”

Bragi throws his arms behind his head. “I dunno. Not sure I’ll ever forget that time he tried to convince us he could use the flare spell.” Xe’s silver eyes dart to Era who grins. “But dude can barely pass his classes.”

“Not that you’re one to talk, Mr. D’s-Get-Degrees,” Vor mocks.

The red-head retorts, “Hey, I’m pulling C’s at the moment.”

“At the moment.”

“Ah, what do you know.”

Their argument devolves to raspberries until Vor falls back to walk beside Eraqus. “Hey.”

“Mm?”

“I’m really glad you’re feeling better.”

The young man smiles. “Me too.”

There’s a pause. Then she asks, “Was it Xe?”

That grin turns cheesy. “Maybe.”

Vor’s not nearly as childish as she looks, however, she does gasp as she covers her mouth with her oversized sleeves. “Did you kiss?” He can’t help that he’s still smiling even as the blood rushes to his face. Vor whispers her screams, “Are you dating now?!”

It doesn’t matter if Eraqus answers or not; this girl already has it in her head what it is and she bolts past Bragi towards the others. Watching her frenzy, Bragi lifts a fist towards Xehanort. Xe shakes his head but takes the fist bump before Bragi ambles ahead to watch Vor’s show.

“You realize they’re going to be all over us for the next week, right?”

“Meh, pretty sure they all knew it was gonna happen anyway.”

“You think so?”

“You’re observant: you think I only just started loving you?” Eraqus winks.

It’s not very often that Xehanort is abashed. “Look, things have been kinda crazy lately.”

“I won’t deny that.” Era playfully bumps into his boyfriend. “But thanks for sticking it out anyway.”

Xehanort is so cute when he’s embarrassed. “Yeah yeah.”

Eraqus notices Xe fidget, as he has been lately, by playing with the ring hanging from his neck. Despite it being some form of comfort, Eraqus knows that the ring’s mysteries bother Xehanort; he got cracked ribs for it after all. But of all Era’s secrets, that’s probably the one that hurts the most. Even though he’s been asked multiple times, Eraqus hasn’t divulged the truth behind the jewelry.

Eraqus reaches out, taking Xe’s worrying hand to displace the ring. The two eye each other before Xehanort does a one-eighty and drags Eraqus in the other direction.

“Ah, hey! Where are we going?”

“The training grounds.”

“What? But class already ended today. I don’t wanna train anymore.”

His determination aimed straight ahead, Xe growls, “Quit complaining.”

As promised, the boy in black doesn’t stop until they reach the training grounds, where he pulls Eraqus around to face him.

“Fight me,” he says, filled with determination.

“What? Why?”

A fist squeezes at the jewelry on the chain. “If I win, you tell me what the ring is.”

He gets it now. “Oh yeah? And what if I win?”

“If you win…I’ll do your next ten assignments.” Eraqus bursts out laughing and Xe snaps, “What?!”

“You want me to bet one of my biggest secrets against ten assignments?”

“Okay, fine. What do you do want?”

“Nothing. I’m not betting my secret.”

Xehanort stews. “I’ll do whatever you want—bet whatever you want.”

The desperation coming from Xe is shocking. Yes, Eraqus expected Xehanort to ask about it again and again but he didn’t realize it bothered his boyfriend this much. It’s almost painful how much Xehanort wants to know the only thing Eraqus wants to keep to himself. He doesn’t understand why, but it’s clear that Xehanort needs this.

The ivory haori slips from his shoulders. “Fine, but on top of whatever I ask, you can’t ask me about this ever again.” Xehanort nods in agreement and Eraqus brightens. “Good. Now lighten up.”

“Lighten up? I could be betting my life on this.” Despite his words, Xehanort does relax somewhat.

“You think I’d take your life for this?”

“No, but I’m willing to bet it.”

“Geeze. You’re crazy.”

His opponent cracks a laugh, taking his place on the field. “Says the guy who tried to aero himself out a third story window.”

Era stands at the opposite side. “That aside, I’m not taking your life. But I’m not gonna make this easy.”

Throwing his arm back, Eraqus draws a keyblade he hasn’t used in fifteen years: the Master’s Defender. The look of surprise written on Xe’s face is so satisfying.

“I’m about to wreck that winning streak of yours.”

Shaking his shock, Xehanort grins and summons his keyblade. “Nah. I love you, but you’re gonna stay in second place.”

There’s a pregnant pause. Then it happens: boots grind against the dirt a split second before the boys fly at each other. Keyblades collide with a screech, sparking with force. There’s a brief struggle, but the stronger Eraqus pushes Xehanort back. Not willing to back down so easily, Xehanort pushes off the back foot and retaliates.

Concerning their competitions, Eraqus only put in as much effort as he felt—often not much, even if he pretended otherwise. This time, however, is different and Xehanort is finding that out very quickly. He may not be up to par with his old master self, but Eraqus is giving it his all, putting Xe on defense more than he’s used to.

Xehanort, to his credit, manages to fend off Eraqus and get in his own attacks now and then. Though he’s struggling, he refuses to admit it.

The boy in black taunts a foe that perhaps he shouldn’t. “C’mon old man. Surely you’d know a good spell or two that would knock me on my ass.” His attack is easily blocked.

Eraqus swings back, catching only air. “Of course I do. Problem is, this body’s still young. Let me put you in the body of a toddler and see if you can keep up.”

“Sounds like a bunch of whining to me.”

Weapons cross again. Xehanort holds for a moment, until the point of the keyblade in his face glows purple. His resistance is short lived as the violet field brings Xehanort to his knees. Standing over him, Eraqus grins.

“You think so?” Seeing this strong young man bowed before him does feed Eraqus’s ego a bit.

“Gravity spells, huh?” Xe’s voice shakes as his body fights against the magic.

“Oh yeah. I’ve got a lifetime’s worth of combat knowledge. Your saving grace is this body’s limitations.”

“Well then—” The heavy gravity fades and Xehanort stands. “—I’d better take advantage of that.”

Their back and forth continues, Xehanort always at a disadvantage. He did almost catch Eraqus with a raid attack; Era was prepared for the keyblade, but didn’t realize Xehanort knew how to apply magic to the technique and ended up encased in ice. Unfortunately for Xehanort, it wasn’t strong enough to contain Eraqus and resulted in a surprise comeback for the captive.

Then Xehanort makes a mistake. Eraqus watches him set up for an attack Xe hasn’t used yet but that Era recognizes. Zantetsuken is a last resort kind of move—very powerful while using the last of the user’s energy. Just as the glow envelops the attacker and he moves to attack, Eraqus enforces his own last resort. Xehanort is stuck in time. The next part of the attack teleports Eraqus behind his victim where he strikes in a flurry. Due to his limited ability, the combo cannot be completed and Eraqus backs away. However, by the time Xehanort is free, he feels the damage.

A knee trembles; Xehanort is struggling to stay standing. Eraqus loosens up because he knows. Only a second later, the silver-haired boy goes down.

“Dammit,” he growls on his back.

Eraqus flops down beside him, equally exhausted. “Get used to this feeling, kid.”

“Oh shut up.” He’s disappointed but Xe made a deal. “So what do you want?”

The joy of victory slips away. Xehanort’s dying to know that ring means, which is understandable; it would probably bother Eraqus too.

But what is it Eraqus really wants?

He takes a deep breath. “That’s an engagement ring. The last time I saw it, I gave it to my significant other with the promise I’d return and propose with it. But I never saw either of them again.” His breath wavers and the sky blurs, but he manages to keep a grip on his emotions. “I don’t know how or why you have it, but I’d like to think that it’s a sign.”

Xe’s voice is soft. “A sign?”

“I know it’s weird,” he laughs. “But maybe it means I was supposed to meet you; that you were sent to save me.”

“What does this have to do with the deal?”

“One day, I want that ring back. And I’m gonna use it to ask you to marry me.”

Xehanort sits up. “What?!”

Eraqus grins. “Can’t back out now.” Gods, a flustered Xe must be the most beautiful thing in all the worlds. “But until then, hold onto it for me, okay?”

The young man hesitates for a moment. Then, his hand fidgets with the ring and he lies back down.

“Okay.”

A warm feeling blossoms in Eraqus’s chest at the feel of Xehanort’s fingers between his.

He’s made many mistakes, he thought he’d spend the rest of his existence suffering alone, but for the first time in a long time, there’s light in his life—granted to him by his last light. And he can’t help thinking that, with Xehanort at his side, things might go right this time around.

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