Your Version Of Asmo Is The Main Reason I Simp.

Your version of Asmo is the main reason I simp.

convinced that if they put any effort at all into making him cute ppl wldnt hate him so much

I’ve been feeling down lately. Try to change those negative thoughts to drawing. I draw 4 first pages like 7-8 days ago, and don’t know how to end it. But when i saw obey me night bringers i can use those hc to make the end story.

So these story like when mc back to future after done help demon brothers in past

Ahhhh! You opened a tumblr. Found you through your writing on Ao3, (tweels fic) your an amazing writer!! May I request more tweel poly I’m a sucker for Jade and Floyd. Maybe them pursing an s/o that really likes and knows a lot about moray eels? Also, do you do commissions??

a/n: hello and thank you, new friend! i'm still figuring out how i'd like to do commissions, but i'll let you know if/when i open them up. in the meantime, have a fic. divider by @/firefly-graphics.

jade & floyd leech x gn!reader. sfw.

You’re almost certain you’re being followed.

You halt in your tracks and whip around to look behind you, the musty old book you meant to return clutched to your chest like a shield. The nape of your neck is still prickling from the persistent sense of being watched, but the aisle you’re in is empty, devoid of so much as a featureless shadow vanishing around the corner to validate your concerns. Even so, you know — or think you know — that you weren’t just imagining it.

The thing is, this isn’t the first time you’ve felt this way. You can’t pinpoint the exact moment it began, but sometime over the last few days, in between classes and Grim wrangling, you gradually became convinced that you were being… observed. Assessed, even, like a bug under a microscope. That feeling is especially strong whenever you’re alone, which is why you almost didn’t make your usual Saturday morning trek to the library. In the end, your stubborn commitment to finding a way home despite the growing odds against you won out.

But now, with the towering bookcases looming to either side of you and casting deep shadows where there should be light as you strain your eyes and ears for some indication that it isn’t all in your head, you are beginning to regret that decision.

Of course, you can only stand around looking at nothing for so long. When no one materializes from the shadows to leap on you like a horror movie monster, you slump and sigh in equal parts disappointment and relief and turn back in the direction you were headed. The book in your arms looked promising, but it ultimately failed to yield so much as a cryptic hint for how to go about inter-dimensional travel, so back on the shelf it goes. You find the gap in the shelf where it belongs and reach up to slot it into place, giving it a nudge when it initially refuses to slide all the way in. You sigh again. So much for that, huh?

With that taken care of you, you turn to leave — but you don’t make it very far. Two long shadows rise up in front of you, and you don’t even get a chance to react before your wrists are being seized and pinned to the shelves on either side of your head. You flinch away from your attackers — oh shit, oh shit, what the hell is going on — and realize too late that the back of your skull is on a collision course with the shelf. You are spared a concussion, however, when another hand slips neatly behind your head to cushion the blow. A gloved thumb slides down the nape of your neck, and the goosebumps from earlier return with a shivering vengeance. You look up.

Well. At least now you have a pretty good idea as to who’s been following you all this time.  

“Jade!” you blurt. Your eyes slide from Jade’s smiling face to his brother’s toothy grin. “Floyd. What are you guys doing?”

“Just saying hi,” Floyd says, like they just happened to spot you in the hall and haven’t pinned you to a bookcase of all things. “C’mon, Shrimpy, don’t tell me you’re not happy to see us.”

You squirm a little, testing their grip, but their fingers only tighten in response. Great. “I’d probably be happier if you two hadn’t jumped out of nowhere and grabbed me.” You frown at them, as if they’ve ever been the sort to be moved by righteous disapproval. “I wasn’t imagining it, was I? You’ve been following me.”

“Have we unnerved you, Prefect?” Jade asks. “If so, we do apologize. The last thing we want is to make you uncomfortable.”

Somehow — you test their hold on you once again to no avail — you very much doubt that. Jade’s left hand is wrapped around your wrist, and his right is cradling your jaw to cup your skull, palm cushioning your cheek. The tip of his thumb skirts the thin, vulnerable skin beneath your eye, and you can’t help but flinch.

“Yeah,” you huff, trying your damnedest to hang on to your bravado. “I’m sure. What’s the big idea, you two? What’ve you been following me around for?”

“Ah,” Jade says, “that.” Like it’s only just occurred to him to explain. God, why is everyone at this school such a weirdo? “Once again, we apologize for frightening you, but it’s in our nature to sit back and observe that which we find… interesting. To lie in wait, one might say.”

“It’s the moray way,” Floyd adds, giggling at the awkward rhyme.

You’re still stuck on something Jade said. Blinking slowly, you say, “You guys think… I’m… interesting?”

“You are a bit of an oddity, Prefect.” You grimace. “Apologies. I meant no offense. But you are rather unique, aren’t you? Certainly amongst our peers. It was inevitable that you’d catch our interest.”

“Yeah.” Floyd leans in closer, pressing your wrist back against the bookcase and forcing you to crane your neck to meet his heterochromatic eyes. “We wanna get to know you better.”

“What,” you say, “you guys want to be friends?”

Jade’s eyes glimmer, like he’s laughing at a joke you don’t understand. “Mmm, yes. I suppose you could say that.”

“I wouldn’t say it,” Floyd grumbles. Is he — is he pouting? Is he a college student or a preschooler?

You must give Floyd an odd look, because something you can’t quite interpret flickers across his face, and then his mood swings back the other way and his pout stretches into a grin. And keeps stretching, growing far wider than you think should be possible, until all of his serrated teeth are on display and his mouth is practically hanging open. You don’t mean to, but you gulp.

Floyd leans toward you, and you lean back — not very far, considering your current position. You can see the damp inner rims of his lips, the saliva gleaming on his teeth and tongue, even down his throat. For a moment, your unevolved hindbrain is convinced you’re about to be eaten alive.

But — hold on. Your undoubtedly panicked expression morphs into a thoughtful frown, and you actually lean closer to Floyd, squinting at him. Or rather, down his throat.

“Hey,” you say slowly, “is that — do you have a second set of jaws?”

Floyd’s mouth snaps shut with an audible click of teeth, and he rocks back on his heels to frown at you. Even Jade, unflappable as he is, looks mildly confused.

“What?” says Floyd.

Now you feel like the weirdo, but you wish he’d open his mouth again. “You guys are morays, right? You have pharyngeal jaws, don’t you? I saw.”

Jade and Floyd exchange a look. Floyd frowns again, and Jade arches an eyebrow. They turn back to you, and Floyd says, “You know about that?”

You nod eagerly — then stop. People aren’t always receptive to your enthusiasm for the topic, let alone your infodumping, and Floyd and Jade probably aren’t interested in hearing facts about themselves that they already know. “Um, yeah. Back home, I was really into marine biology. Especially eels. Especially, um…” You flush. “Moray eels.”

Floyd’s hand flexes around your wrist. You don’t know if that’s a good sign or a bad one. “You like moray eels?” He tilts his head, earring swaying gently. “You’re not scared of us?”

“I mean, it is pretty scary when someone grabs you and pins you to a bookshelf,” you say dryly. “So maybe don’t do that again? But I’m not scared of you because you’re mermen. I think that’s amazing. We don’t have people like that in my world.”

You bite your lip and fidget, expecting them to make fun of you now. But they don’t, which is especially unexpected coming from Jade. The twins exchange another look, and then Floyd leans down and opens his mouth wide, tongue hanging out. He even goes “aaah” like someone getting their tongue depressed at the doctor’s.

Part of you is afraid that this might be some kind of trap, like if you get too close Floyd’s gonna bite your nose off or something. But, well — you never had a chance to observe morays up close back home, and you can’t resist this opportunity now that it’s presented itself so agreeably. So you lean up and peer down Floyd’s throat, and there they are: a second set of sharp, deadly, gorgeous teeth.

You fall back on your heels, unable to stop grinning. “Oh, wow. I’ve never seen a pharyngeal jaw in person before, that’s — that’s just so cool.”

Floyd shuts his mouth and smiles at you, his eyes sparkling like your excitement is infectious. “You really think so?”

“Uh-huh.” You smile back at him, then hesitate. “I, um. Are you sure you don’t mind me asking these kinds of questions? I don’t wanna make you feel like animals at the zoo.” Or eels at the aquarium, as the case may be.

“No,” says Jade. “No, we don’t mind.” He smiles kindly at you, thumb caressing your cheek, and warmth flares from deep within your belly. Uh-oh.

“After all,” Jade goes on, “we can certainly empathize with the strength of your curiosity.”

Oh. Right. You suppose they can. “Speaking of.” You wiggle your fingers pointedly. “Would you mind letting me go now?”

Floyd gives you a suspicious look. “You’re not gonna run away if we do, are you?”

You actually laugh. “No, I’m not. I’ll even tell you more about me, since you’re so curious — so long as you tell me more about you. Fair?”

Because when it comes to Octavinelle students, you can’t get something for nothing. Jade seems to approve of your tactics, if his knowing smile is any indication. “It’s a deal,” he says, and lets you go. Floyd does too, after a moment. He sticks his hands in his pockets and tips his head at you.

“Well? What d’you wanna know, Shrimpy?”

“How many vertebrae do you have in your true forms?” you ask immediately. “Wait, no — do you engage in cooperative hunting? Wait, wait —”

Jade’s soft laughter seems to walk down your spine like tickling fingers, and you fight back a shiver. “Now, now. We’ve already assuaged some of that burning curiosity of yours, dear Prefect. It’s only fair that we get to ask the next question, don’t you think?”

Floyd takes your hand, and Jade presses his to the small of your back, urging you down the aisle toward the library’s rows of reading tables and carrel desks.

“Now, tell us.” Jade’s fingers curl in your school blazer, gently proprietary. “Are you free this evening?”

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