#shrimp for brains but big heart
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Plead the Fifth (Riddle, Floyd, Azul, Jack, Lilia, and Ace x Yuu)
Summer vacation is all fun and games until someone asks you to be honest with yourself. Unfortunately for Yuu, they got dragged to the beach by some "friends" and are getting a big old dose of heat stroke, just not from a source they want to confess to outside of a court.
notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, no spoilers for Lost in the Book with Stitch this is just about their summer outfits. Vague tsundere vibes from Yuu, Yuu is implied to be physically strong, Floyd knows he's hot and has a bone to pick from Portfest, also he's a red flag have I mentioned that before? Azul is only mildly possessive don't worry about it ♡. Mild suggestiveness all around, but I don't think it's too much. Feel free to check out my more serious work on my masterlist.
Riddle
"Seriously!" Riddle's cheeks are puffed in annoyance, and you have an uncomfortably close view. Not that you don't like looking at Riddle, quite the opposite, it's just hard to look at him... properly when he's fussing over your injured hand. "You would think that such a highly recommended resort would have better quality glasses." You don't know if you should be relieved or insulted Riddle believes it's cheap glass and not your raw strength responsible for the glass shards stuck in your hand. You flex it uncertainly, and he stares you into stillness. It's hard to focus with him so close, hard to breathe even. How Riddle hasn't noticed how beautiful he is normally is beyond you, but with how carefree he's been, staring out at the ocean and happily bringing you to see every unique shell he can identify, there is no way he can't at least sense how you look at him. It's just too much, and you find yourself pulling away worried he will find you disgusting.
But that's not what Riddle sees. He sees someone he cares for refusing to let him help. He certainly does not see someone who is nervously infatuated with him attempting to soothe their heart rate, otherwise he wouldn't have the nerve to continue being strict.
"Just where do you think you're going?" If he could collar you, he would, but instead he has to satisfy himself with yanking your shirt to keep you from struggling away. "Don't move, that's a direct order, prefect." You wheeze and Riddle decides to politely ignore your struggles, instead focusing on the weight of your hand in his with a smug sense of satisfaction. He is useful to you isn't he? So let him monopolize your attention for just a little longer.
Floyd
"Oooh Little Shrimpy~" You want to die. You probably are going to, Floyd has never been so close to your face without pinning your back to a wall, you would be stupid not to see it as a threat to squeeze. "You better not be thinkin' about callin' me adorable that'd really piss me off." You swallow. Or at least try to, you are horribly painfully aware that he has chosen to pick this fight just off the boardwalk meaning everyone can see your little spat and how little you have been looking at his eyes. Floyd can too, it's been sending a vaguely exciting shudder up and down his spine all day. He knows every dip and curve along his chest your eyes have followed, every lingering stare at his flexing shoulders, it's like you want to eat him for a change. He found that electrifying.
Or at least he had, but this little dance was starting to get boring.
What sort of predator never makes a move after setting the mood? He had tried telling himself he should be patient, shrimps aren't predators. Maybe Yuu needed extra time to set up their attack, he could work with that, maybe leave a few openings. But he was starting to run out of buttons to undo on his shirt and he really didn't want to ditch the sunglasses or beads just yet. He had been such a good patient eel, so why weren't you jumping on him already?
"I don't think-" You force yourself to look up at Floyd's eyes instead of his chest and your brain immediately fries. "I mean that isn't to say-" He glares at you and you try to wrack your brain for what compliment he could possibly want out of you. There is no way Floyd Leech is going to these lengths to try and get you to call him cool.
"Y'know, it's really rude to not answer your seniors shrimpy." Floyd draws himself up to his full height, with an oddly solemn look. "You're usually such a well-behaved little shrimp, is somethin wrong? You know if somethings wrong you had probably better tell me or Azul's gonna have to call the Headmage."
"It's because you're too hot ok! I cant focus on what you're saying because I keep looking at your fucking chest! Happ-" You can't get your compliment out before he's squeezed you into his chest and started shaking you around like a rag doll, squealing something about how hunting isn't that hard and he knew you could do it.
There's no way you were ever the one on the prowl here.
Azul
This isn't a date. Nothing about this is meant to be romantic, you are having a "purely platonic at best but lets be real this is probably for business" drink with Azul at the tacky (his words not yours) poolside bar. "I wouldn't have thought about putting a water park next to a beach." He murmers to himself, carefully photographing every angle of his float before sitting down to drink it. "It just sounds redundant." You shrug, idly stirring your own drink.
"You'd be surprised. Some humans really don't like swimming in the ocean." You're the one saying it, so he has no real choice to belive it but it's hard to wrap his head around.
"How is one of these parks safer? They aren't nearly as clean." He thinks that if he ran a place like this, that would be the biggest problem, humans are messy creatures already, but the level of mess he has just casually observed while sitting here with you really makes him wonder just what the actual appeal of this place is. Well, at least just what the appeal was to paying customers, he knew why he wanted to bring you here. Usually, when Azul turns to look at you, you immediately look away from him. But as long as you've been on this little vacation, no matter how many times he's looked your gaze has remained exactly where it should be. He's puffing with pride, looking you over wondering exactly what angle he can press to get you to say what it is you actually are thinking and not whatever cheap jab you have prepared to protect yourself.
You remain none the wiser, stuck staring at Azul and his shirt simultaneously drowning in how attractive you find him and how much it reminds you of a man in his mid fifties who relies on his bank account to make up for his miserable personality.
"See something you like, prefect?" Azul is unbelievably happy, you are tempted to say smug but then he sort of always does. It's the glasses you think as you bite on your straw and hope he doesn't notice how hard it is for you to maintain eye contact. But he does, oh he does, taking advantage of your flustered state to move closer to your side.
"You- you..." Azul is stupidly attractive he has to know that, but you also know he is desperately insecure and don't want to send him into a spiral with your stupid tongue. "You look like a middle-aged dad on his third divorce on vacation trying to doge the tax man." You mutter, trying really hard to sound threatening. It doesn't work, Azul just gives his best put upon sigh as he clucks his tongue in disappointment.
To your great surprise, he moves his hand to tilt your head to look him directly in his bright blue eyes, a similar smile to the one he has while trying to sell you on something directly kicking your heart rate up. He is trying to sell you on himself, you realize...
"How insulting, my dear. You should know better than anyone that no one gets out of a contract with me so easily they'd be able to do it three times." ... and he doesn't intend to take no for an answer. Not that it was the answer you intended to give him in the first place, and oh how happy he is to know that.
Jack
"Honestly! You would think you'd know to be more careful by now." You might as well be talking to a brick wall, Jack's certainly solid enough to pass for one. He still seems to be under the impression that he's fine despite how much of his weight you are supporting. You think he is trying to talk, but the heat has him only babbling nonsense. Reluctantly, he lets you guide him over to a shady patch of trees close to a water fountain before he is well and truly gone.
"This is nothing. I handled the Savana I can take a stupid beach." He mutters as if he his extremely visible chest isn't heaving or rolling with droplets of sweat that other, lesser people have been watching drip from his abs with extreme disrespect.
Not you, though! No, your eyes have been firmly on the spicket on the fountain, determined to soak one of the smaller towels you brought and gently press it to Jack's forehead. Despite his insistence that he's fine, he leans desperately into your cooling touch, tension leaving his shoulders in one deep breath.
Just as all strength leaves yours as he decides to collapse into your lap.
"J-Jack!" You don't know what you want to ask next. Your back is pinned to one of the trees, Jack's head is resting firmly in your lap, but the arm that had been around your shoulder has decided to move around your waist. He growls (growls!) when you gently try to push him off you to try and get him set up in a more comfortable position. "Bad dog." It's all you can think to say and he doesn't seem fazed, if anything you swear he starts holding you closer. There is no way this could get any more embarrassing.
"Mommy, what is that guy doing to his partner? It looks like he's trying to eat them." Never mind yes it could. You make awkward eye contact with a very young mother as you try to silently plead with her that "no, this isn't what it looks like, I swear" as you desperately try to revive Jack with the damp cloth. The young woman looks at you then to her child, clearly trying to hold back her laughter and not doing it very well. She manages to usher him off before he can ask any more pointed questions and you glare down at Jack.
"You're setting such a bad example." You mutter and he lets go of your waist only to cross his arms over his chest and start to snore. Oh he is going to be so embarrassed when he wakes up, assuming he believes half of what you'll have to say.
Lilia
Love and Lilia are old strangers. He knows he can feel it, no matter what ancient denials he might have made, but he finds no matter how long he lives he is no better at recognizing it, no better at knowing what to do with it. There's something ironic about how much of an outlier this chance meeting between you both that makes him feel something akin to apathy. He doesn't think that's quite the right word, but he struggles to better find an explanation for the little knots it ties itself in sometimes.
So Lilia may not know just what this emotion is no, but he knows he likes the way it looks on you.
"Well, prefect? It's rude to stare you know." He says that as if he is not trying to make you, winking just over his sunglasses and striking a pose Cater had shown him on magicam in just a silly enough way that he can pass it off as one of his usual jokes. Your usual denial flutters up on your face, but your heart seems to be beating your brain to your tongue today.
"You look very cute, Lilia." That strange pit is filling with nervous flutters again, but his brain beats his soul to his mouth.
"That's good! I was worried I'd have to spend this vacation in the shadows out of shame." He says, fully aware that you are both currently sat in the shade of a particularly large umbrella precisely because he can't be out in the sun for long, even if that's the purpose of a beach vacation. Speaking of which... "Why don't you go join the others out on the beach, prefect? You helped me with my little errand, you deserve to take a break." He says it much more gently than he'd intended, if it wasn't pointless, he'd keep you here and needle you for more cute reactions. Maybe he would ask you to try on his shirt and demand yours as payment. But that's not fair, that's not life, this connection is destined to be as fleeting as it is precious. The way disappointment and confusion mingle in your eyes tells him you know that too, on some level.
"Calling you cute isn't a chore, but sure, I guess." You tell him something about calling for you if he decides to go somewhere else, and he thinks he promises you only if you do the same, but he doesn't know. He's too focused on the way the sun takes you into it's embrace, taunting everyone but certainly him specifically with just how much you look like you belong out there in the daylight.
But the moon can still observe can't it? In a way that's all he knows how to do.
Ace
You really hate how low your standards are. Who the hell gets all jittery and flustered over a guy in a boater hat? You apparently, Ace has the worst dad on vacation fit you have ever seen, assuming you are politely ignoring Azul. Something that's unfortunately easy for you to do and has led to you paying just that much more attention to Ace.
Or at least that's what you've been trying to tell him while pointedly staring out at the shore. You wish he was too lazy to put things together, but as usual, when there is an inch to tease you over, Ace Trappola will take a mile.
"Admit it, you think I'm hot." He sounds so infuriatingly smug. It makes you want to kiss him but only to shut him up! Not because you like him!
"The only thing hot about you is how full you are of hot air! Seriously, what's up with that bunch of fruit on your shoulder? Why would I find that attractive?" You know it only sounds like you are asking yourself, begging more like, because you really do think he's attractive. It's written all over your face, you might as well scream it with just how flustered you become when finally you decide to look back at him.
"It's ok to admit. It might be self-centered to say, but I really am a catch. Really prefect how did you get so lucky?" Oh he is never going to let you live this down.
"Please, you look like a dead beat dad on his third divorce!" Your voice is unnaturally high, and Ace just laughs off your insult. "Who would be attracted to you!"
"You, duh." He takes your hand and pulls you back towards the beach. "Besides, if I convinced you to marry me twice, I can do it a third time." He winks at you over his shoulder and you stop dead in your tracks, so overwhelmed with annoyed affection and embarrassment it's all you can do to grasp for a come back.
"Was it Duece."
"What?" Ace is momentarily thrown, extremely confused by what he perceives as a change of subject.
"You said you could convince me to marry you a third time, but you're on your third divorce. So when did you leave me for Deuce ?"
"Wait I didn't- you know that's not what I meant!" And yes, technically, you do know that's not what he meant, but you refuse to be the only one embarrassed here. You hope he chokes.
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mer-shrimpy?
Genre/Tropes: No notable ones!!
Summary: The Prefect has an accident in alchemy (courtesy of Ace, Deuce, and Grim) and has turned into a merperson!! Floyd witnesses this and drags them to Octavinelle, where they hang out with the Octotrio until Crewel can reverse the spell.
Author's Comments: i love these absolutely menaces they're my favorite ever i want to hold their hands and hugs them (and give azul smooches.) this ends in kind of a choose your own adventure way?
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A bright, multicolored puff of smoke erupted from the cauldron in front of you as Ace and Deuce argued, Grim scurrying around your ankles as he cackled. The noise stopped immediately after the smoke cleared, but you still couldn’t see much of anything. It was only when you realized that you couldn’t breathe very well that you started to panic, flopping around the floor.
Wait, flopping?
You looked down at your legs, only to see the bottom half of a shrimp of all things.
“Bad pups! Stay!” Crewel yelled, quickly approaching your tiny form on the ground, “Ramshackle Prefect, are you alright?”
“Shrimpy?” Floyd leered, peeking over Crewel��s shoulders, “What did you guys do to them, huh?”
Ace and Deuce stepped back a bit, intimidated by the sharp glare Floyd sent their way.
“The water breathing potion must have backfired. What did you add into your potion?” Crewel glared.
“Um…dunno.” Ace mumbled, “I’m sorry, Prefect. I didn’t mean to make you…tiny.”
You tried to voice that it was okay, that you weren’t dying, but nothing came out but sharp shrieking noises and ragged gasps.
“It’s hard to breathe-!” you gasped, choking on air.
“Ehh? It's hard to breathe? You need water or something?” Floyd hummed, his words sending Deuce running to the nearest large plastic container to fill it up for you.
You were more impressed that he’d deciphered what you’d said.
“You can understand me?” you choked out, the sound coming out garbled and raspy.
He tilted his head, kneeling down to you, “Of course I can, Little Shrimp! Did your brain get tiny too? You’re just speaking mer.”
You were about to speak again before Floyd lifted you into his arms, curling his arms around your body and holding you close. He nuzzled your forehead affectionately, his teeth scraping against the skin.
“Leech! Unhand the Prefect!” Crewel demanded, swooping in with the container of water Deuce filled, “This is why you all needed remedial lessons in the first place!”
“Aww, no fun. I wanna play with Shrimpy!” he pouted, turning away and using his upper body to hide you away.
“It’s okay, Floyd. I’ll play with you later.” you promised, “Just please let me breathe.”
“Fiiiine. I don’t want Jade and Azul yelling at me for not taking good care of you. Whatever.” he huffed, annoyed at the idea of letting you go.
He dropped you into the water unceremoniously, the small splash briefly disorienting you before you became used to the feeling of breathing water. It honestly felt like the bathtubs at home, with the container just barely fitting you. Your tail was bent at an odd angle in order for you to breathe properly, and Floyd looked annoyed at your mild discomfort. He brightened up a second later, eyes glinting with mischief.
“I know! Shrimpy, let’s go to my dorm! We have a lot of water, and you can swim all you’d like! Then we can play all we want!” he grinned, sharp teeth gleaming in the light.
“That may be the best idea given the situation.” Crewel agreed, turning his gaze to you, “What do you think?”
You nodded, heart jumping at the thought of a bigger pool. You could breathe and have leg room in the Octavinelle pools, though you’d need to learn how to use your new bottom. You couldn’t imagine how hard it had been to transition from a tail to legs for Floyd and Jade, and in Azul’s case, tentacles. You kept trying to move how you would with your legs, but it felt you only had one big leg and only moved one way. Crossing your arms over your chest, you blew annoyed bubbles in the water.
“Aww, Shrimpy’s so cute!” Floyd cooed, scooping up the container with ease, “Come on, we’re going on a trip! Just me and Shrimpyyy!”
You tried your best to hold onto the container as Floyd slung you around the hall, yelling cheerfully about how much fun he was going to have with you. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping you’d reach Octavinelle soon.
“Floyd, what are you doing?” someone questioned, the amused tone all too familiar.
“Jade!” he beamed, shoving the container of Jade in Jade’s face, “Look at our Shrimpy! Aren’t they cute?”
Our?!
“Indeed.” Jade chuckled, raising a brow as you floated aimlessly around the water, “I assume you were taking them to the pool in Octavinelle?”
“Where else? We need to keep our little Shrimpy close, don’t we?”
“That we do. I’ll walk with you.”
You wished you could chew them out about this stupid “our” business, but all that came out were more little shrieks and yelps. Floyd laughed, and that’s when you remembered that they could understand you.
“Poor thing. You sound so sad when you talk like that. I can barely understand you.” Jade sighed, acting all disappointed when you knew he was teasing.
“Mean!” you shrieked, and they both laughed.
Sinking back into the water, you blew annoyed bubbles until you found yourself in Octavinelle. The dorm was beautifully decorated, no doubt part of Azul’s influence. You furrowed your brow, looking from left to right. Where was Azul? It was after school, so there was only one other place he could be.
“Don’t fret, Little Pearl.” Jade hummed, staring down at you with half lidded eyes that scream trouble, “If you’re looking for Azul, he’s in his office. Of course, our priority lies with you as of now, but Floyd can retrieve him if you so wish.”
“Ehhh? Why me? I wanna play with Shrimpy.” he moped, holding the container of water closer to his chest.
“Oh, but Floyd, the Little Pearl doesn’t know how to use their tail. Wouldn’t it be more fun to play with them when they can run away? I will teach them the basics while you fetch Azul.” Jade hummed, attempting to placate his brother.
Floyd thought on it for a few seconds before brightening up, showing the container into Jade’s arms. With a loud promise of playing with you later, Floyd bolted towards the VIP Room.
Poor Azul.
“Well hello there.” Jade smiled down at you, his face distorted in the still sloshing water, “What do you say we get you in the pool, hm?”
You nodded, blowing more bubbles in the water. Jade chuckled politely, carrying you off into a hallway near the back of the dorm. You stood stationary inside the water as Jade hummed a tune, finally stopping in front of a door and pushing it open with his hip. The water sloshed over the side of the container, wetting his glove. Jade muttered a quiet apology and set the container down next to the wide expanse of clear water, his soaked gloved hand reaching into the water to pet your head.
“Do you mind if I lift you up? I hardly think dumping someone as delicate as you into a pool would be kind.” he hummed, pulling his gloves off one finger at a time, “I will also be shifting into my merform, so you won’t be lonely.”
You nodded, poking your head above the water. Jade’s bare hands were a sight you’d never seen before, and you were surprised at how soft they looked considering most of his free time was spent digging around in terrariums and even mountains. He noticed you staring, eyes crinkling in the corners as he chuckled. Without any warning, he swooped down gracefully, closing on you far too quickly for your liking. You jerked back, water sloshing over the sides of the container once again as Jade’s fangs glinted in the overhead lights.
“Don’t be shy, Little Pearl.” he cooed, dipping his bare hands into the water and scooping you up as though you were a plant ready to be repotted, “I won’t hurt you. I’ll treat you delicately, with all the care a little morsel like you deserves.”
Your eyes went wide at the morsel comment, but before you could see anything Jade had set you in the pool. Even though the water looked clear on the surface, there was a light fog settling within the water that made it hard to see much of anything. You jumped when you heard a splash a little ways away from you, but when you looked you couldn’t see anything. Fear coursed through your veins as you waited, unable to use your tail to swim towards where you hoped Jade had dove in with you. Gulping water through your gills, you tried to take deep breaths to calm down. They wouldn’t eat you, obviously. This was Jade. He just wanted to see you jump.
And jump you did, when a green blur gently tapped your tail from behind.
You jumped backward, whipping around to face none other than Jade. Crossing your arms, you glared at him as he chuckled, eyes narrowed.
“Apologies, Little Pearl. I wanted to see how you would react. It’s quite entertaining to see you out of your element.” he hummed, swishing his tail around as he darted in circles around you, “Now, do you think you’re ready to try swimming?”
“How do you guys work these things?!” you blurted, flopping in the pool like a fish on land, “It’s so hard to manage-”
“Don’t move it like you’d move your own two legs. Move like your legs have been merged into one.” Jade hummed, smirking at your struggle.
You jerked your tail as you managed to go forward, a small accomplishment in the grand scheme of things. Jade looked so proud though, and you tried not to let him feed your ego too much. He was probably laughing at you internally anyway.
“Good Little Pearl.” he hummed, swimming a bit further away, “Keep going. I’m certain you’ll be able to use that tail of yours efficiently in no time.”
With that praise, you tried even harder to swim towards him. It wasn’t as hard as it used to be now that you were thinking of your bottom as two legs merged together, and it occurred to you that merpeople had to pretend that their tail had been split in two. You wondered how they got used to feet, or even if they’d had a foot cramp before. Did merpeople have tail cramps?
You were too in your own head. As you snapped out of it, you realized that Jade had moved a bit farther, and had gone deeper into the pool. In the dimmer lighting at the bottom, you could swear his golden eye was glowing, beckoning you deeper into the pool like a siren. You almost didn’t go deeper.
Almost.
Curiosity killed the cat, as they said, and curiosity was about to kill you.
So you swam down, chasing after Jade as he darted between the various types of coral, their jagged forms rising from the sand like nature’s fortified towers. Octavinelle was truly a beautiful dorm.
With beautiful people, you thought as you watched Jade look back at you, his eyes gleaming. His expression was playful as he twirled in a circle, darting into some faded yellow coral. Without a second thought, you swam after his, elated that you were finally getting the hang of your tail.
“What are you doing here?!” a loud hissed reverberated in the water, and Jade immediately darted in front of you like a guard dog.
A familiar face poked out from the coral, his blue gray eyes narrowed with annoyance.
“Azul?” you gasped, eyes widening at the surprise, “I thought you were back in your VIP Room?”
“Wh- Angelfish? Why are you a…?” Azul trailed off, head tilting to the side as he examined you, “...Nevermind that. You need to get out. Out! Leave!”
“Azul, it’s okay.” Jade spoke, his voice calm and collected.
He still hadn’t moved away from you though.
“Azul, is everything okay?” you asked, keeping your distance.
The last thing you wanted to do was annoy him.
“Angelfish, please leave. You shouldn’t see me like this.” he sighed, shaking his head as he shrank back into the coral, “It’s not a pretty sight, I assure you. Now, if you will-”
“There’s no part of you that I wouldn’t find nice.” you said, voice so stern it surprised you, “I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to show me, but I promise I won’t judge you for anything. I’m literally a shrimp right now.”
You flicked your tail in his direction for emphasis, and Jade snorted. He seemed to have drifted off the side since you two figured out it was Azul and not some other random student.
“Aaaaazul!” Floyd called, darting out of nowhere into the coral Azul was hiding in, “Come play with us!”
“Floyd, no-!” Azul yelped as he was slammed out of his hidey hole, a writhing mass of black following his front as Floyd cackled. Your eyes widened at the appendages as he struggled to hide them, trying to make himself seem as small as possible. He kept shooting you panicked glances, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Floyd swam circles around him.
“Azul? Why are you on edge? Is it because Little Shrimpy’s here?” Floyd teased.
“Azul, I highly doubt Little Pearl cares about such trivial things.” Jade hummed, pressing a hand against your lower back and pushing you the slightest bit forward.
Azul froze on the spot, finally taking the time to look at your expression. There was no disgust, no amusement, no fear. There was just awe and curiosity. He swallowed thickly, feeling like a specimen on an examination table. You slowly swam forward, reaching out slowly, giving him time to pull away. He slammed his eyes shut but didn’t move, feeling your hand slide down one of his tentacles. You hummed as your other hand cupped one of them, flipping it upwards to reveal the suction cups. Azul cracked his eyes open just a bit to see you staring down at his chubby hideous revolting body with such much adoration that it made his heart jump into his throat. He couldn’t breathe.
“You’re really pretty, Azul.” you murmured, pulling the tentacle closer and letting it wrap around your hand, its actions shaky and slow, “You’re gorgeous like this.”
“See? What did I tell ya? Little Shrimpy doesn’t care.” Floyd laughed, poking Azul at the base of his tentacles.
“I’m not so sure about that, Floyd. They seem to care quite a bit.” Jade chuckled.
Another black tentacle wrapped itself around your waist as his purple tinted skin turned pink. He refused to meet your gaze as you accepted his touch without a bit of repulsion, your eyes affectionate and happy as if asking him to keep going. He yanked himself away before he could pull you into his chest and hug you for hours.
“Come swim with us, Azul!” Floyd called, snapping at him with his teeth as he giggled, “You can’t hog Shrimpy all day! That’s not faaair!”
“Floyd is right, you know. You should thank him for going to get you in the first place. That was very generous of him.” Jade hummed.
“I was here the whole time.” Azul mumbled, and you shook your head at their antics.
“I’d like to make the most of this form while I’m still in it. It’s been fun so far!” you bounced a bit in the water, curling your tail in and out.
“Aww, Shrimpy’s so cute!” Floyd giggled, his expression immediately shifting to annoyance when he processed what you meant, “Ehh? What do ya mean? We’re going to have you over like this again, Shrimpy. You’re not getting away that easily.”
“Indeed.” Jade began circling you, a sinister look on his face, “You’re such a small little morsel, it would be the same if we didn’t have a chance to catch you.”
A shiver shot down your spine as Floyd followed his twin’s example, the both of them circling you menacingly as Azul stared disappointingly at them.
“If you two keep freaking them out, they’ll never come back again.” he pointed out, tugging you closer by the tail, “Don’t scare the poor angelfish. ”
“It’s just a little fuuun.” Floyd giggled, brightening up at the thought of forcing you over again, “Come on Shrimpy, wouldn’t you like that?”
“Sketchy undertones aside, I agree. I think it’d be nice to try this out again, even just swimming in my human form. It’s like stress relief.” you mused.
“Professor Crewel should be working on a cure already. We best make haste if we’re to enjoy you to the fullest.” Jade smiled his close-eyed smile, “Little Pearl, if you will.”
He gestured to the coral around you as Floyd’s yellow eye gleamed mischievous. When Jade opened his eyes, you noticed his yellow eye was glowing too.
“You may hide, and we will seek you out.” he chuckled, tilting his head slightly, “Wouldn’t you enjoy that?”
“Oh yes, Shrimpy! It’ll be so fun. We’ll try to take a bite out of you.” Floyd laughed.
Azul shook his head exasperatedly, holding out a hand to you.
“If you do not wish to join their game of cat and mouse, I can show you around the deeper ends of the pool.” he murmured, “I’m sure you would enjoy the secret’s I’ve stashed away.”
You looked between the three, contemplating which to try first. Well, what’ll it be, dear Prefect?
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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 12 all chapters
- Lunch is a lovely affair in a quaint little trattoria that has been making world class dishes since the turn of the previous century. It seems like every inch of this city is steeped in history. The prices on the menu would blow your whole daily budget on one meal. But the scampi alla Veneziana is out of this world, and you force yourself to eat slowly, and not just inhale the perfectly prepared shrimp and noodles with a delicate lemon olive oil dressing.
John's friend, Julius, is a kind and utterly elegant older man who accepts your presence at the table with kingly grace. They speak in a mixture of Italian and English, the latter you think is for your benefit. John very generously includes you in the conversation, telling Signor Castellari that you are an artist, talking you up to what you feel is an exaggerated degree. Julius asks to see your work, and you let him flip through your new sketch book. Your drawings are a mixture of studies and whimsical travelogue, and it feels like you’re baring a piece of your soul, but he’s so gracious you feel you can’t say no.
There is more than one sketch of Mr. Wick in those pages you did from memory with an aching heart, but the old man is kind enough not to call you out on it, or even draw John’s attention to it. You think if he did, you would simply crawl under the table and die of embarrassment.
He exclaims over an ink and watercolor pencil plein air you did in Rome of a sunset over St. Peters with the Sant’Angelo bridge in the foreground, saying it reminds him of a special day when he was a much younger man. You offer to let him keep it, and he seems truly delighted.
You watch with some surprise as John produces what looks like a razor-sharp knife from seemingly nowhere to carefully cut the page from your book. Julius accepts it like a precious treasure, and you are flattered to your toes.
Then John and Julius chat about older books, and Julius produces a very old looking volume, handing it over for the younger man’s perusal. As he runs his hands over the leather cover John’s eyes shine with an almost childish delight—its utterly adorable.
While they are gushing over the antique tome two intimidating men in dark suits approach the table, fixing John with a hard look. One of them has a gnarly scar bisecting his brow. They say something that sounds none too friendly. You catch the name d’Antonio—but John waves them off with a glare, insisting, “Sono ritrirato.”
You’re pretty sure that means I’m retired.
Julius watches the exchange with a sadness in his eyes you don’t understand.
Finally after some grumbling the tough men go away. John watches them with eyes sharp as a hawk’s, and something in the back of your brain titters a little warning. But you’re having too lovely of a time with Signor Castellari, so you ignore it.
When you part ways Julius kisses your cheeks and takes your hands in his. “Be good to him, bella,” he says with a glance to John. “No one I know deserves happiness more than him.”
You don't want to contradict him about your actual relationship with John, so you just nod.
Later you ask, “Did you tell him we're...”
“No, but even if I told him we weren't, he wouldn't have believed me. Sorry. I hope that didn't make you uncomfortable...”
“It's fine,” you say, not offended in the least.
It’s more than fine.
It's incredibly flattering, really, that he thought the two of you could be a match. You're fairly sure you look like an unsophisticated street urchin next to Mr. John Wick.
“Where would you like to go now?” John asks with a little smile, as though he knows you've been hopelessly turned around for the past two days. You’ve managed to find the big landmarks, like the Piazza San Marco and the Doge���s Palace. It’s the smaller sights that have escaped you.
“Let’s go for a walk,” you suggest, wanting to see the city, and knowing you will finally get to do it unmolested with the forbidding figure of John towering at your side.
You are standing on a bridge, watching gondolas go by, when he asks you, “If I told you I have a reservation at Casa Nova, would you have dinner with me?”
You press your lips nervously. Lunch is one thing, you know, and dinner something else entirely. Two people alone together in an intimate setting, sharing a meal over candlelight with good wine...the thought sends a thrill to the tips of your fingers that’s so intense it’s almost painful.
“I don't have anything to wear to a place like that,” you admit. You read about it in a Condé Nast magazine on the plane, and you’re pretty sure it has at least one Michelin star. “I'm backpacking. My dresses are literally all rolled up in a bundle.”
He chuckles at that, a low sound that tugs at your abdomen. He leans a little closer on the railing, and not for the first time this day you just wish he would kiss you.
“What if...I took you shopping?”
You raise an eyebrow to that. “Are you trying to be my sugar daddy, Mr. Wick?” You mean it as a joke, but suddenly there is something electric in the air between you. John's initial embarrassment sharpens to something almost…predatory.
It catches your breath in your throat.
“Do you want a sugar daddy, y/n?”
You laugh it off nervously, your heart skittering about in your chest.
“Very funny.”
You have a feeling he wasn’t joking at all.
However, like a gentleman he lets you have the out, but doesn't drop the shopping offer.
“Let's go to the Calle Larga,” he says, and out of pure curiosity you agree.
John's idea of shopping is taking you to Gucci.
The impeccable store is filled with beautifully crafted but honestly kind of boring goods, arbitrarily priced at a thousand dollars or more a piece. John fits in perfectly with the smartly dressed clientele, but you? You feel so incredibly out of place amidst the filthy rich people in the shop, and when you look at the price tag on the only dress you vaguely like you think you might break out in hives.
“John...”
You don't recognize it just yet, but you call him John when you're agitated, and Mr. Wick when you're feeling playful.
He senses the desperation in that one word, and he takes you by the hand, leading you outside.
“I'm sorry...” you say, because you feel stupid, and not posh enough by half to pull off any of the clothes in that high-end boutique. You are a bonafide gremlin, compared to the unearthly creatures in there. You do not belong, and maybe you’re a coward, but a part of you wishes John would just let you go back to your own plans for the evening. A long solo walk, a cheap slice of pizza, inevitably get lost in the maze of streets and canals, draw a little or read some of your book, before returning to your hard, lumpy hostel bed alone, where you can’t make a fool of yourself.
“Don't be,” he says with an amused little smile that makes your tide of panic recede a little. “I like it that you know this stuff is bullshit,” he soothes you.
“I just...it’s so out of my wheel house.” You could have paid nearly four months rent for what that dress had cost.
He nods. “It takes some getting used to,” he admits. “I certainly wasn't born into this.”
You wonder if he’ll ever tell you about his earlier life, but sense this isn’t the time or place to press him.
“I just don't want you to spend your hard-earned money on stupid things for me.”
“I’m not saying I didn’t work hard for my money…” he offers with a wan little smile. “But it would make me happy to spend it on you. If it would make you happy.”
You look at him for a long time. He meets your gaze, not flinching. There’s something different about him here. He’s more…open with you, perhaps? It takes some getting used to. He’d never outright admitted his interest in you before, always circling around it, and you wonder what’s changed.
Maybe not even John Wick is immune to the romantic atmosphere of il bel paese.
“Why are you being so good to me?”
“I like you, y/n. If you haven't noticed.” The corner of his mouth quirks at that.
It makes you sigh.
“I like you too, Mr. Wick.”
He makes a small sound in the back of his throat.
“You can call me John.”
“But do you want me to call you John?” you tease.
He moves a fraction closer, looming over you, and for a heart stopping moment you think maybe now he might finally kiss you?
“Depends,” he admits, his voice gone a little rough, but he doesn't elaborate further.
You feel as though you have a live electric wire sparking under your skin.
He steps back a little, and again you feel the loss of him like an ache over your heart. You continue to stroll down the street. You are not entirely sure how your hand ends up in his, only that it is there, and you are content.
None of the high fashion shops really interest you, until you pass by the window of Dolce and Gabbana, and your feet involuntarily slow as you take in the maximalist riot of glitz and color on the mannequin. You've always admired their wildly bedazzled designs, flaming hearts and candy colored jewels with copious gold embroidered trim. Maybe you’re just a crow-brained peasant who’s impressed by shiny things, but they look so fun.
John smiles a little, as though he’s finally answered some question to himself about you. “Aha,” he says teasingly, and you sigh, restraining yourself from pressing your nose to the window like a child outside a candy store.
“Can we just…look?”
You are trying to be reasonable.
“We can.”
As it turns out, you want one of everything in the store.
It's all so over the top, the designs are so artistic and ridiculous and unabashedly joyful, from bejeweled purses to crown-adorned headphones, loud floral dresses and majolica printed silk scarves, and you fight not to betray which pieces catch your eye because you're afraid John might buy them all.
He is drinking in your enjoyment, looking utterly pleased.
Even just the store itself is utterly breathtaking inside, crystal chandeliers, inlaid marble floors and stone pillars. Gilded crown moulding and inlaid wood trim. You could just sit and look at this place like it’s a museum, you reckon.
John is not looking at the building though. He watches you browse with eyes that miss nothing, and it makes you squirm a little. You feel so seen. You’re not sure you like it, like you’ve been caught in the act of enjoying something that you know is absurd.
You feel absolutely silly.
“Try something on,” he urges you. To be practical, you decide to try on a black lace dress. Just in case you might like it. And a pair of black platform wedges printed with crimson red roses…because you can actually walk in them, so it makes sense, you know...
When you exit the dressing room John's gaze darkens, his pupils blown wide with desire, and once again you sense that predatory edge in him. If you had any sense you might have been scared, or at least cautious—but all it does is give you the most exquisite chills, an aching sense of anticipation, and an excess of moisture pooled between your thighs.
“That one,” he confirms, and for the way he looks at you, like you are a bunny in the woods he'd like to eat up whole, the outrageous price of the ensemble seems like a bargain.
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fluffy yandere!floyd on the brain. <3
(cw: yandere, brief nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, captivity, stockholm syndrome)
floyd who goes out of his way to make all of your meals look cute and taste delicious. like the pancakes he decorates with fruit to look like a bear or a cat! he wakes up extra early to prepare an entire buffet for you, including all of your favorites so you’ll be more enticed to eat. mealtimes are meant to be enjoyable, so it always saddens him when you pick at your plate, too nervous to ask for seconds or to eat even half of what’s on your plate when he’s watching. you’re always so anxious around him. it breaks his heart! :( he tries his best to be gentle and patient, especially in the mornings when he wakes you up and sees how cute and sleepy you are, clinging to his arm and mumbling about how it’s too early (it’s nearly afternoon now).
floyd who picks up gifts and treats for you on his way home. maybe it’s a fluffy pastry that reminded him of how soft and sweet you are or it’s a huge plushie that he knows you’ll love to snuggle with. he likes spoiling you with gifts because he adores seeing you smile, if only for a minute. he never expects anything in return and he isn’t doing this to win your affections (although he hopes it at least warms you up to him). just knowing you’re happy is enough for him. (but he does cuddle with his own shrimp plushie he bought on a whim hehe). sometimes he’ll set the plushies around the table so you’ll have company when you eat, just to avoid awkwardness when it’s you and him. sometimes he’ll make the plushies talk to each other with silly voices. his theatrics managed to get a few giggles out of you, so he knows you secretly enjoy it. he really wants to kiss you, but he knows you’d get scared and so he quells the urge by making a plushie give you a tiny peck on the lips.
floyd who, in the midst of a volatile mood swing, knows to distance himself from you so you won’t have to see him at his worst. he gets frustrated when you avoid him or talk about the outside or other people. when he’s angry like this, he wants to break something or someone. he could never take his emotions out on you, though! he’d never forgive himself if he did, so he goes outside and walks around or he’ll mindlessly clean the house or he’ll cook a bunch of different dishes. he could go out, look for trouble, and beat it to a pulp, but he knows you hate seeing him covered in blood, knuckles bruised and possibly broken, so he refrains from doing that. he’s picked up this habit: when he’s in a bad mood, he does good instead of bad. like cooking and cleaning instead of hurting and hitting others. and eventually the smell of good food or a fresh, clean house soothes him and brings him back to earth, no longer so wrapped up in unpredictable thoughts and feelings. he’ll knock on your door because you take to hiding when he’s pacing, prowling for something to get his hands on or sink his teeth into, and he tells you he made food or he cleaned the house or he tried to knit a sweater for his shrimp plushie.
floyd who pastes glow-in-the-dark shapes to the walls and ceiling so you won’t be so frightened of the darkness (or more realistically: of the person who dwells in that darkness). he buys a lot of different designs: moons and stars, sea creatures, flowers, and so on. he has too much fun putting them up and he encourages you to decorate to your heart’s content. floyd arranges some of the stars into a heart. normally he’d find it cheesy, but he likes it and seeing your expression soften makes it all the more worthwhile. he places his hand in the center of the heart and you follow his lead, gingerly placing yours over his. he smiles at you and asks, “big enough for two?” you nod, quietly echoing, “big enough for two.”
floyd who arranges the plushies in rows in the sitting room as if they’re all intended to be watching a show. he’s a portrait of lazy comfort in his sweatpants. you’re wearing his shirt. it’s nothing fancy, but then it doesn’t have to be. he’s taken a curtain down so you can use it as a veil, and he lifts it up to look at you. it’s his version of a wedding spent in confinement. the plushies watch with unseeing eyes, each one a witness to magnificent matrimony. the shrimp is sat on the sofa, intended to be a priest with its little recipe book. floyd makes up his vows as he goes, but they’re all spoken truthfully. the rings aren’t anything fancy either; he said he’d get you a nice one if you wanted it, but you seem fine with the plastic ones that came on a cake he bought. there’s a butterfly ring and a ring that says happy spring on it. it’s silly. it’s hardly marriage material. but it’s so very floyd, and that’s arguably much better than fussing over details. you make up your vows as well, speaking most of them through giggles because it’s more fun than serious. floyd asks if you’ll have him forever, if you’ll marry him and become his for the rest of your days, if you’ll continue to be his shrimpy; you say you will. rather than kissing you, he presses his forehead to yours and smiles. it’s a marriage of many promises. instead of an “i do” a forehead touch seems to signify the finality of this mock wedding. you and the plushies who served as guests celebrate with a feast. floyd’s outdone himself this time, but then he always does. chef floyd never disappoints, especially when he knows there’s a special occasion to be celebrated. and this occasion is the most special.
floyd who builds a pillow and blanket fort in the bedroom. he spends an abnormally long time perfecting it, which is unusual because floyd’s never been one for perfection. but he’s meticulous with this, so meticulous you’d think he’s building a nest for a mate. and maybe he is. eel instincts are so deeply rooted in his being, even when he’s not in the sea. he packs the fort with all of your favorite things: the eel and shrimp plushies, a few books, lots of snacks, plenty of blankets and pillows, and a tablet so the two of you can watch movies. he has you cover your eyes when he leads you to the bedroom and he’s practically radiating excitement in his haste to show you his hard work. you seem delighted to behold the fort in all of its comfy glory, and floyd is restraining himself from picking you up and carrying you over to the fort. he has to remember personal space. he has to be patient, and he is. always. only for you.
the lights are turned off and the both of you snuggle in the fort together, watching your film of choice. for once in his life, he’s the nervous one. he doesn’t want to do anything to upset you. this is the closest he’s been to you in a while. you’re letting him hold you! he’s really so happy. through the sheets in the fort, the faint glow from the plastic shapes can be seen. he finds the heart right away. it’s hard to miss.
floyd’s dozing. it’s easy to feel comforted in your presence. now that he’s finally relaxing after spending hours putting the fort together, he’s oddly sleepy. but before he can completely submit to his dreams, something on his lips rouses him. he opens his eyes to find the shrimp plushie giving him a kiss and it takes him a minute to realize the meaning behind the gesture. and then he’s staring past the plush at you, mismatched eyes blown hilariously wide. and then a smile sprawls on his face, and he gathers you in his arms, laughing and rubbing his cheek against yours. his shrimpy is the cutest!
he asks if he can kiss you for real this time—without the plushie—and you nod, and it’s the first time floyd realizes patience pays off. usually he’s not so awkward about physical touch, but it’s a different story to be given permission to do something he’s always wanted to do rather than just taking it for himself. he kisses you modestly at first, uncharacteristically chaste, obviously holding back, but it isn’t long until he’s melting against you. he holds you so gently, so firmly, molding his body to yours in the soft comforts of the fort. he kisses you breathless and dizzy, more than once, so much that the two of you break apart for air, panting like you’ve just run a marathon.
floyd switches positions so you’re lying on your back and he’s caging you between his arms. he asks if he can fuck you, promises he’ll be gentle, mumbles about how you’re so pretty all spread out under him. his hand slips into yours, squeezing reassuringly. he won’t do anything you don’t want him to. he’ll prepare you well. he’s good with his mouth, after all! that has you laughing. he’s laughing, too, his heart full of feathers, his mind muddled with warmth and sweetness.
and even if you don’t want to go all the way, he’s just happy to be here with you. your answer is spoken against his lips, and he promises he’ll treat you good. so good. the best kind of good you’ll ever have. and he means every word because he’s never be dishonest with you. and that’s a promise he’d never dare break.
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Hey you said if floyd was the main character of ptm it would just be floyd being twisted wonderlands number one sap right? So would his thoughts just be like? Also I feel like the telepathy wouldn't be nearly as surprising because. Oh, your super cuddly friend who always wants to spend time with you actually has a huge crush and has his brain occupied 24/7 by sweet domestic fantasies and big adventures with his shrimp? Damn, who would've thought?
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His thoughts would be mostly really sappy and domestic stuff. For me, Floyd having dirty thoughts seems like something that would be easily accepted. I wanted PTM to be really humorous where the male lead was someone you'd least expect to be a simp, much less have dirty thoughts. Thus, Jade was made the male lead! So Floyd having very sweet thoughts would be a lot cuter to me!
But also, let Floyd be sweet! He's allowed to be a sap with sweet words that would melt your heart. I imagine that with a Floyd centric PTM, it would be much shorter cause, how couldn't you fall for someone who thinks thoughts like that?
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breaking more hearts than mine - part II
Lilith’s home is nice, on the end of a fairly steep road far out of town and perfect for gatherings like this.
It’s not at all the kind of place Beatrice would have imagined for her. Lilith seemed so caught up in the hustle of the city. She was forever moving and seeking - trying to find something that wasn't there, that certainly wasn't here.
Yet, it suits her. It’s rough, winding roads and a long drive to even reach the store.
What it is, really, is just like Lilith. If you want to get to her, you have to put in the effort.
Once welcomed inside, the sounds of music Beatrice couldn't name, but recognizes all the same, plays through the speakers. There are bowls and plates of food on the counter, the sizzle of cooking from the wide open sliding glass door.
It’s such a far cry from the parties her parents would throw in this same town, on the rich side of it, where nobody laughed or smiled - the food was kept separate and cooked by people paid to do it.
Now, Mary’s at the grill with Camila hovering around her asking a dozen questions that Mary seems thrilled to answer. Shannon is chatting up with Yasmine and Michael - seemingly enthralling them with some kind of story.
“This is nice,” Lucia says, tipping down her sunglasses as they step out.
Beatrice nods. “It is. Mary’s a very good cook according to Lilith.”
“Well then I can't wait.”
“Okay, it should be good!” Lilith’s voice carries over the whole yard and catches Beatrice’s attention. She turns to see Lilith holding a hose, her gray shirt wet from the waist down and beneath her is an inflatable pool with little fish painted all across it.
“You ready ducky?” Ava says and Beatrice turns to see her.
Ava’s dressed to swim, a pair of trunks with shrimp on them, flip flops on her feet and a strapless white bikini top.
In her arms is Aly, wearing a blue one piece of her own with an adorable look on her face as her big brown eyes stare at the pool with a mixture of caution and wonder.
Beatrice feels something fit into her hand as Lucia leans her head on Beatrice’s shoulder. “She’s cute, isn’t she?”
For a half second, Beatrice thinks Lucia is talking about Ava. Because Ava is…something else entirely in that bikini, but then her brain catches up. “She is,”
CONT ON AO3
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Marriage candidates reacting to being called cute by their crush/the farmer/what have you?
Bachelor/ettes When They're Called Cute
Thanks for the request! My brain's weird right now so these are pretty short. I tried to make them as long as I could.
Bachelors:
Sam
He stops wherever he is and just sort of... Stares. He's starring ahead because his brain needs time to process what's going on. He's all 'what? what now?' After a second, he comes back to reality and apologises for leaving you hanging like that, rubbing his neck or something in the process.
"Aw, shucks, Y/N. Thanks."
Elliott
He's taken by surprise a little, but we both know Elliott still has that higher confidence. He's got his insecurities, sure, but socially he's a champ at taking compliments. Depending on how big the crush is, he might get a little shy, but not by much. He's got it under control. Leans forward and gives your hand a kiss (if you're okay with that).
"Thank you, Y/N."
Sebastian
HA he's embarrassed. The only person to tell him that is his mother, so things feel pretty awkward for him. Like Sam, he'll advert his eyes and try to figure out a response. In the end, it's awkward, but gets the job done (kind of). His face is so, so red, too. But please don't comment on that or else it will get worse.
"Uh, yeah, thanks, I guess."
Harvey
Harvey's either even redder than a tomato or chill. It depends on if he's in Doctor Mode or not. If he is (and this is only really when giving you a checkup), he's all 'uhhh not rn bro.' But if he's not, well, he goes a colour only visible to shrimp. Okay, I'm half-joking there, but he's extremely flustered and gets all nervous and plays with his hands.
"Um, thank you, Y/N."
Shane
If he's got a drink, he'll choke on it. While Sebastian's only gotten this compliment from his parents, he's only got it from his childhood. Which, since he's old, is a long, long time ago. He's confused if anything. Partly because 'what? Why?' in the self-deprecating way but also 'what? Why?' in the why the flippity-fuck are you telling him this and what purpose does it serve?
"Huh? What?" (he's half-laughing)
Alex
Alex man, that confidence I keep talking about. Okay, so, if you're not aware, I HC Alex's confidence to be a total sham. I mean, you've seen his heart events, right (/lh)? Anyways, he goes beetroot-red. Tries to flirt back, sure, but it doesn't work as well as he wants it to. But his crush just called him cute, so give him some slack.
"Hey, uh, thanks. You too."
Bachelorettes:
Penny
Penny's the most affected out of all of them. Normally, she'd be a little flushed but is able to handle the situation. But since, of course, her crush had to say it, she's worse for wear in the way that she is an absolute wreck. If she has her book with her, she hides behind it and goes all 'wow, thank you so much you didn't have to say that shucks um wowee hehe' (or something like that).
"Oh, um, thank you."
Leah
If you know my HCs, you know I think Leah's chill. She laughs it off with a bit of blush on her cheeks, but all-in-all everything's fine. Might flirt back, might not - all depends on what you're comfortable with. But she's totally going to get you back at it, whether it be making you a little gift ('cute, just like you!'), or sending you some 'totally platonic' red roses (P.S. it's the yellow roses that symbolise friendship).
"Hey, Y/N, feeling a little flirty today, huh?"
Abigail
Abigail's taken aback, but she's not letting that stop her. She's going to flirt back instantly and with as cool and quick of a comeback as she can. She also compliments you a lot more afterwards on whatever you're doing or wearing or anything you're comfortable with.
"Not as cute as you." *continues playing her game*
Maru
Maru never really gets those kinds of compliments. She's not starved for affection - not at all! She just never gets called 'cute' per se. So, she gets really flustered when you call her that. To be honest, I don't know if she'd be comfortable with it straight up. She'd prefer to be the one to take the initiative and say it first, so you know she's good to go.
"Wow, um, thanks."
Emily
Emily loves compliments. Whenever she gets one, she gets all excited and says thank you. It's just nice to know people care, y'know? It's also why she hates passive-aggressiveness so much. Anyways, she gets a little flushed and tucks her hair behind her ear. It's always nice to get a compliment, but even better from you!
"Aw, you're so sweet, Y/N."
Haley
Haley's surprised. Despite thinking so highly of herself (and looking absolutely stunning in my opinion), she doesn't get many compliments outside of Alex and her sister. So, when she gets one from her crush of all people, she's pretty taken aback. Her first reaction is to go 'yeah well, duh,' but she's learned not to do that. So, instead she gives you a warm smile (literally, those cheeks are red hot) and says thank you.
"Thanks, Y/N. You're pretty, too."
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Whenever I play ace attorney I experience shrimp emotions I'm out here like what if you had a job that pits the world against you and still you always have someone with you what if you weren't wrong to believe that some people are better than the world thinks what if you weren't foolish and naive for it but you were right what if you refused to ever abandon anyone what if that meant you were never alone what if nothing good truly was never wasted what if you could face corruption and deceit and do something about it what if you were very young and unprepared and you stand up anyway what if almost Christmas meant it weren't quite Christmas what if you faced defeat and loss every single day but it was never truth that defeat isn't the truth!!! What if you had a heart as big as your brain and cared about it even more what if you were desperate enough to cross-examine a parrot and it worked what if the truth were a not guilty verdict what if justice really WERE served. And then I have to go and pretend to be normal about it to other people because it's a very popular game
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Heyo! Nice to meet you!
I've been a villain for a few months now and I just confess, I like Gunil so so much! He instantly became one of my favorite kpop boys since I began stanning. (He's just my type, what a unique and incredible man!) Originally I wanted to request around for more Gunil fics... But honestly I have no idea what to request specifically 😭 I just want to read more about him cuz my crush is big and fat 😂 but I racked my brains and couldn't come up with anything...
So instead, I've had this idea for an OT6 fluff, if it's alright with you! How would XH react to having a very smart and academical s/o? Like, someone who likes to read a lot (not only fiction, but also nonfiction, like science, psychology, philosophy, spiritual books or stuff about social studies) and who genuinely likes studying and learning! They like doing research on many many subjects of their interest (wether those are something as common as space or not so common like learning the biology of marine animals) and they're always spewing out random interesting facts about things 😂 Bonus points if reader also likes solving mysteries and playing puzzle games some people might find boring ( like crosswords or sudoku).
Yes, this is pretty self indulgent 😂 but I'm also just very curious 👀
You are totally entitled to refuse this request if you don't feel like writing it! No pressure 😁 🖤
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Summary: Xdinary Heroes' reaction to having an academic significant other.
WC:684
Warning:grammar
photo not mine credits to owner.
Gunil
Gunil really admires how academically driven you are. Thinks it’s cool how knowledgeable you are. If you're knowledgeable across many varying topics then he would call you a human encyclopedia. He gets really happy whenever you talk or rant about a subject that really interests you. When you tell him a random fact he actually tries to note down the information and remember it. Loves to watch mystery or detective shows with you while trying to figure out who the culprit is together. On the chance that he figures it out before you or he was right and you were wrong he feels very entitled to his bragging rights.
Jungsu
On cold days he always makes sure that you’re wearing a beanie or that your hood on your jacket is up because you gotta protect that smart brain of yours. Jungsu would love to do crossword puzzles or other games like it with you. The members would tease you about being an old couple, but Jungsu would just shoo them away. Jungsu would try to learn some about your favorite topic so that he could talk about it with you. He’d write down the random facts that you tell him in his notes and at the end of the year he’d compile them all together. Almost like a scrapbook of memories, but with all the random facts you’ve told him.
Gaon/Jiseok
You were ranting to Jiseok about a topic that interested you. He jokingly told you that if you like it that much then you should create a slideshow presentation about it. It definitely caught him off guard when three days later you showed him the slideshow. He doesn’t tell you, but he now has it saved on his computer. Lovingly calls you a nerd. Really likes to watching sci-fi shows together with you. Sometimes there is part of him that wished he had the drive that you have about learning new things. He would tease you about playing a game like solitaire, but in reality he doesn’t even know or understand how to play.
O.de/Seungmin
Seungmin treasures how dedicated you are when it comes to learning about something. He thinks you are absolutely adorable as you’re hyper fixated on your laptop, researching a particular subject. Takes candid photos of you researching, might make one his wallpaper. Laughs whenever you randomly spew out a fact, not in a mean way of course. Your random fact spewing brightens his day. Especially if it’s something completely random like shrimps hearts are located in their head. Avidly watches mystery type shows with you and might end up being the more invested one funnily.
Junhan/Hyeongjun
Junhan would love to have in-door dates where the two of you just read together. Sitting on opposite ends of the couch with your legs flailed across one another. Sometimes uses you as his personal internet. If he has a question about something he thinks you would know he’d rather ask you than actually look it up. Would try to race you in completing a sudoku the fastest. He really values your smarts and thinks that it’s really impressive how much wide scale information you have stored in your brain. He would send you things on topics that he found interesting and loves when you do the same back.
Jooyeon
You’re not just any nerd, you are his nerd. When you randomly state a fact he would respond with a “that is something only a nerd would know,”. Even if he teases you about it he still likes whenever you do it. If it’s been a while since you randomly told you a fact he’ll ask you to tell him one. Honestly his day doesn’t feel complete without it. He would really enjoy having a sci fi, mystery themed movie night. You two would turn off all the lights and huddle together under blankets. Occasionally he wishes that he was as academic as you because he thinks it would be nice to research things together, but if he has no interest his brain refuses to hold new information.
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━━━━━━ㅤㅤGET TO KNOW THE MUN . 🌙
ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?
This is embarrassing but when I first watched BSD, the second I saw them in the OP, I was like ' WHO IS THAT CUTE KID ? ' and then it was all over from there. I did not know that this ' cute kid ' would be holding the brain cell for like six years nowㅤ—ㅤor that in those six years, Asagiri would still REFUSE TO GIVE THEM ANY SCREEN TIME OR STORY RELEVANCE PAST SEASON 2.
ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?
Nothing really aside from s/mut and r/omance ? I have played adult muses despite my abundance of child muses and shipping was never really something I found appealing. And when I do play adult muses, I tend to like slowburn but probably too slow for the other partner lol
ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?
Let Yumeno see things ! Let Yumeno experience life ! But also let them experience THE HORRORS.
ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?
Sometimes they just pop in my head or some sort of media or thing I'm consuming makes me think of the headcanons ! And considering Asagiri didn't give me a lot to work withㅤ—ㅤit's free real estate.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?
Usually I do !
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?
99% of the time, I wing them because I am the most organized A/DHD person in the world /s. Sometimes in the rare instance that a reply is REALLY LONG or there's a lot of stuff happening in the reply, I plan them !
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?
Motions at the answer I typed about this. Not really ! Maybe that's why I stick to minor muses for the most part. Howeverㅤ—ㅤI am all for platonic / familial dynamics.
ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?
Stella ! I don't have any profound story about it tbh. I just liked how it sounded.
ᴀɢᴇ?
Old 28.
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?
May 1st and I have the most FUCKED Astral birth chart ever !
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?
Everyone knows it's blues but I enjoy the rare purple / pink / red every once in a while.
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?
I have this disease called I hyperfixate on the same songs for long periods of time until they lose all meaning. I ALSO have a disease called I'm very specific about what I like to the point that I DON'T know what I like. But some of my favorite artists are Bring Me The Horizon, Emilie Autumn, FAKE TYPE, In This Moment, POPPY, etc. Butㅤ—ㅤI've mainly been listening to P/okemon OSTS lately lol
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?
I honestly cannot remember !
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?
Some weird Kdrama my Dad and I still haven't finished.
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?
Giant stellar turtle !
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?
Basically any form of junk food like cookies and cake and also Chinese egg tarts. In terms of real food, pasta, shrimp rice noodle rolls, adobo, lumpia, sinigang, etc.
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?
The cold dead winter because I don't have to worry about cutting the grass or bugs ! We SOMEHOW always get wasp infestations in our house every spring / summer and it's super annoying.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?
Yes ! There's @jardinae who's so creative and talented and her OC world is absolutely magical ! Then there's @embxllmer who I've been friends with since before BSD which is crazy because you all know I've been in BSD for YEARS.
Then there's @diverse-hearts and @smol-sirens-garden who've seen me at my best and my worse and tolerate me screaming about infinitely spawning fish in H/SR !
@idleautumn is like a big sister to me and then @lunargifted and I have been moots for a while but we've already been through a lot together and I trust them a lot !
There are definitely more I'm missing as well but every mutual is friend-shaped !
Tagged by: @jardinae ( ilu )
Tagging: Whoever !
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For both Billie and Tomek! 💕
What is most important to your character when shopping?
What is a childhood meal your character cherishes?
Has your character had a meaningful encounter with an animal?
What is your character's favorite physical trait they possess?
What is a habit your character has that others might find cute?
💖💖💖 Thank you!
1. Their father is Kane “This is the Dollar Store how good can it be” Campbell. Both of the kids are pretty invested in finding good deals and bargains. Outside of that, both of them are fairly picky about clothing texture.
2. For Tomek, it’s fresh berries and roasted fish. It brings to mind distant beaches when life was so much simpler for him.
For Billie, it's not exactly a meal. Just the way whenever they talked Skarlet into letting them have gummy candy, Tomek would immediately pass her favoured flavors over to her and eat the ones she didn't like. Also spicy fried shrimp. A special occasion meal she has with Kano.
3. Does Erron Black count as an animal? (Kano says yes.)
Billie went on a field trip to a farm once and absolutely fell in love with how soft and small the baby chicks were. Also an enduring appreciation for how quickly chickens can and will murder bugs.
The first time Tomek saw a horse in person, it rewired something in his brain. He already liked old western films, but to actually see one was something else. They’re big and dumb and it was love at first sight.
4. For Billie it’s her eyes. What's not cool about green eyes? For Tomek, it's his freckles. Both are traits they got from Skarlet.
5. Tomek has a nervous tic where he twists and fusses with his hair. I think that’s potentially cute to someone.
Non-Austrailians are fairly enamoured with Billie's habit of going "aur naur" at ever minor inconveniences.
A shared habit that never failed to melt their mother’s heart when they were younger was how she’d constantly find them holding hands or linking pinkies. Whether it was walking to school or just zoned out watching tv together.
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ok so its been more than a month since my graphic screen is arrived and bein used almost every day for 6-12 hours its time to do a lil review under the cut
(obligatory warning for longreads my english is a crap and yada yada)
my bby boaris (kabanchik) cintiq 16'. (old one from 2020) I bought the tablet for a loot of reasons, Very Reasonable ones and not so reasonable too LMAO. Earned money with blood and sweat (literally💥) ANYWAY. Tablet's size is perfect for my needs, not way too small, not way too big, the screen workspace is the same with my old laptop (give or take few mm)
This cintiq isnt from manufactor, its used before tablet from someone else in 'from the assembly line' condition. As soon as tab arrived i immediately ordered a ptotective film to prevent the appearance of The Hole. You what im talking about.
I was afraid that it would be extremely inconvenient for me to work with it and that the purchase would generally be unsuccessful, because before ONCE IN MY LIFE 7 yrs ago i had an experience w cintiq 24' and it wasnt really comfortable then. AND i had always used a regular plain tablet. BUT NOOOPE everything is PERFECT and i love it.
PROS!!
- brain loves to see what u are actually drawing. Its easier to control every single move and stroke therefore it drastically buffs your skill. The progress of it development i mean. U have to get used to it. the tablet itself wont give u a 'make my skill insane button' u have to WORK ON IT obviously. (says the one who've been stuck in cps for a month straight OUGH)
- it works as another monitor. so u can do whatever u wish using two of them. or u can just buy random tablet screen and use it as a SINGLE monitor lmaooo.
-doesnt overheat (my main display overheats noticeably thank god i dont need to place my arm over it).
-uses one single thicc cable which divides into three at the end (usb hdmi and power cables)
- thin, from 1cm to 1,5cm +-, wheights somewhere 1,5kgs, has small stand legs which gives it ahh +- 30 degrees tilt angle. U can travel with the tablet but it needs pc or laptop to be connected with.
-i havent seen its guts but i bet the circuits are...fine... i hope so.. at least if it wont overheat then the circuits wont burn down.. makes sense.. yeah....
-I also didnt notice any problems with drivers or connection for this month. u just turn ur pc on and ready to go.
CONS.
- ur neck is bout to die if u gonna work like me cuz its tilt is only 30 degs (u can buy a normal stand tho. or a monitor bracket and stop torturing urself). SHRIMP POSTURE CHEEEECK.
- it doesn't have buttons like my tablet had. Its a taste preference honestly. for someone its a pros for me its a cons. EASILY COUNTERS BY it might seem crazy what im bout to say A KEYBOARD. you just need to get used to it. again.
- should i even mention the price? ofc its a con. since mine is a former usage one it was a lil cheaper than usually. but I knew what I was buying ((WACOM)) so i aint complaining now.
- small really small con: sometimes cps wont react to pen button clicks but ig its even a program problem than tablets (easily counters by pressing space button one time). its really just a biiit annoying and nothing special. It works great all of the time.
- THE PEN TIP WEARS OFF WITH FIRST COSMIC VELOCITY. ig its affected by protective film (its matte). counters by TITAN PEN TIP (plus now its a weapon if u are brave enough)
-due to its protective matte film there is a small insignificant diffs between two screens but its not really this big. At least between mine displays. Diff btw my old laptop screen colors and tablet is fucking HUGE (lap is a 12 yrs old veteran have some respect🙄)
- OK OK OK LAST LITTLE NIGGLE. Since I play shooters like valorant and...cs.. and move my hand powerfully across the table, I HAD to look for *that very specific place* for the tablet so that everything would be perRRRFECT by millimeters (ocd moment)
notable mention that takes a special place in my heart
wait while we talk to your displays 😥😥😥😥 omg..... cried....died.... my sons...
thats all i can say for now
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3, 7, 29 pls uvu
THANK U BLOT!! lemme seeee
3. a specific color that gives you the ick?
ACAB (all colors are beautiful) but i am painfully aware of my use of these bad boys
in every single thing i do, and i need to stop. its like an addiction... they call to me, the greek chorus of my artistic career.... mother matron crone, past present future, faith and hope and charity, the heart and the brain and the body, give u three... its a magic number.......
7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?
who doesnt love the neon glowing jellyfish room, thats always a little colder and has bioluminescent shrimp and little fish and lots of weird jellies.... that shit is the best. THE BEST.
29. preferred pasta noodle?
im actually VERY much not a big pasta eater but gun to my head id say vegetable rotini or just straight up ramen (NO PACKET)
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enjoy my leona brain drabble
i hope y’all know i would never write heart breaking leona angst- cause i genuinely don’t think that he’s the kind of guy to cheat, lie or do anything like that.
like even if he’s an ass, he would deck someone across the face if they give a back handed compliment 🙈
and like he isn’t really one for comforting, but he would hold you close as your sobbing your little heart out. oh and god forbid if someone enters the room at the time, cause leona will send them the NASTIEST, MOST EVILEST glare ever.
like i pissed my pants kind of glare
or if it’s caused by someone, and once you cry yourself to sleep in his arms (and he fights the urge to fall asleep right next to you, as smthn deep within him is telling him to not even THINK about leaving you.) he gets ruggie. tells him to ‘take care of it’
whatever that means 🤷🏻
leona who wouldn’t give you presents up front, but would leave them with ruggie or on your desk. but when he’s feeling particularly bold, he’ll throw a wrapped present (curtesy of ruggie) at you when class ends, then slinks back out as the teacher yells at him
or how when he gets jealous, he would stand directly behind you, sometimes leaning over your shoulders and asking if they need smthn, or just telling you to ‘hurry up and go back to bed’
YEAH HE MADE IT SOUND LIKE THAT, AND HE ONLY ROLLED HIS EYES WHEN YOU PUNCHED HIS CHEST AND SCOLDED HIM JFKSODOXLWPFOWW
something in me wants to say he gives you a promise ring. but i think he wouldn’t want farena to know so he’d take it off when he gets home (puts it on a chain as a necklace, tucked beneath his shirt )
leona who is actually awake when you caress his head, tangling your fingers through his hair as you kiss his forehead. lips spilling the most tooth rooting love confessions he’s ever heard- almost made him want to wake up and throw up.
but he doesn’t.
not when all this pesky insecurities are getting patted down, nice and flat with every confession you make. about how you noticed he made an effort to go to class this week, about how gorgeous his hair was and how jealous you were about it, how you were still a little nervous about dating him- even confused about how he would love someone like you.
when he should be asking the same question.
the only thing he can do his let his head relax in your hold, pillows not nearly as soft as your hands. he almost laughed when you told him you were fighting the urge to not put him in your lap as your back wouldn’t be in agony from the shrimp pose you’re in.
and when in the gardens, he actually sleeps on your lap/ and not directly next to you! it’s a win!
it took you ten minutes to start playing with his hair- which was honestly annoying as he almost fell asleep due to your soft humming. he’s told you not to do it as he gets distracted from his precious sleep.
but you know from the anticipation in his ears that he doesn’t mind, hell- he may even like it!
(don’t be surprised when someone enters and he immediately turns over to stare at them.)
over all- out of all the twst characters, i think that he’s one of the guys who would have the best relationship. i mean sure he would manipulate you into doing his chores, get on your nerves sometimes and even miss a date or two.
but he never yells at you, only raising his voice at you when really upset, never laid a hand on you, would subtly put you behind him or even put himself on you when he feels uneasy or there’s some sort of threat.
while he isn’t big on PDA, when ‘jealous’ he would pull your waist to his, bumping your hips as he smirks down at the opposing party, telling them to promptly ‘fuck off’ as you beam at him, poking him in the arm teasingly.
“you were jealous, weren’t you?”
“fuck no.”
no need to be when he already knows he’s yours, and by extension your his
#leona is on my brain<<<3#have smthn that’s been sitting in my drafts lol#takalzuoom 🌊#twst#twst leona#leona x reader#reread our omega leader nim and savanaclaw boys are just sitting rent free#leona kingscholar#leona kingscholar x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#leona twisted wonderland x reader
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@velvetxr0se tagged me to ramble about myself a bit, thank u v much!
When was the last time you cried? - I cried/teared up a little bit at work the otherday ngl lmao but hey, no one saw that.
Do you have kids? - I do not no
Do you use sarcasm a lot? - Absolutely. It is my main form of coping tbh, like, gotta laugh about all the bad stuff right? RIGHT?. I mean obviously there's a limit and y'know a time a place to NOT use sarcasm and sometimes people get a little bit concerned if i'm too sarcastic but yeah.
What sports do you play? - I do not sadly, I used to enjoyyy sports to an extent? but I mean I still do a lot of cycling and I'm kinda thankful because it's moderately keeping me healthy ish.
What’s the first thing you notice about people? -I guess my primitive caveman section of brain will notice boobs. <- lmao this is hilarious.
Uhm, I guess without being obvious, their eyes? if they look up/down, are they confident do their eyes get big etc or wander off. Like whole face/body language I guess? I'd like to assume I have an okay understanding/reading people's faces but I'm also v expressive in my face.
What’s your eye color? - Green/grey ish? It's hard to define it as a one colour
Scary movies or happy endings? - Happy Endings? or like tbh I'm a sucker for crappy comedies and whatnot but also like, I watch a fair amount of films so I just like anything that sorta makes you FEEL emotions? Hence why I watched Interstellar and cry everytime.
Any special talents? - I don't think so. I mean I can speak French but it's defo rusty by now since it's been like.. 18 years since I lived there? (wow that's scary typing that out.)
Where were you born? - In Kent, Pembury Hospital on the 29th May
What are your hobbies? - Gaming, sad blogging, socialising uhh, spending time with cats? it's hard to define, idk I go through phases and stuff sometimes and the stuff i usually enjoy just doesn't bring me joy so I just stare at the ceiling.
Do you have pets? - I have 3 Kitties, Ravioli, Fudge and Shrimp
How tall are you? - 5'7''~ I kinda hate how short I am sometimes lmao but we move.
Favorite subject in school? - Uhm, I enjoyed Maths suprisingly and Science and Geography. idk it just sorta sucked we didn't.. learn much about geography as such and just about footpath erosion, like that kinda sapped the fun out of it I think.
Dream job? - Uhm, Ideally nothing. I guess something where I can make an impact and have some kind of satisfaction at the end of the day where it feels like I've actually accomplished something? Working in retail has quite literally killed me with how much shit is wrong with the current state of the world and how much we over produce/waste products. Like working in the warehouse and seeing £400 worth of meat just getting tossed out because someone forgot to put in the the fridge or THREE pallets of water going "Out of Date" because no one bothered to take them out is wild. And the worse part is the audacity of said company then asking people for donations for local charities and being like "do your part" when it's like bruh. (soz ranty)
Thanks I'm gonna tag uhh @confetti-hearts @otherspark @hey-hermy @who-is-this-gatsby-anyhow @sleeping-jo @sleepyyphilia
@chaoticevilcult @switchywitchie @musicandmasochism
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A Light Touch
Fem Reader x Eustass Kid
CW: language, assault, violence, sexual themes and situations, implications of non-con, loss of limbs, blood. 18+ Only.
Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -
Chapter 18: Flintlock
You sat outside your apartment in the morning. You had spent the day before doing absolutely nothing, if you were going to be honest. You had forced down a meal, and you had managed to get some sleep that wasn't useless, but that was about it. After a shower you had decided to just sit outside and wait for Doflamingo and his limo to arrive.
You know about the Warlords, and you even knew some of them by name, but you had never seen any of them. Most citizens of the Grandline knew only that they existed, and that they clashed with the Emperors alongside the Marines from time to time. Those battles were practically natural disasters, but they didn't happen often, and the Government rolled in and fixed everything up afterward.
If rumors were to be believed, sometimes even the Emperors themselves would assist in rebuilding.
You feel your phone vibrate, and it pulls you back into the moment. Looking at it you see it's a text from Eustass Kid, and you can feel your heart twist even before you open it up to read it.
Red: Get in the limo.
You: Take care, Kid.
You take in a breath and let it out, shoving the tears back inside. You couldn't bring yourself to actually say goodbye, but you didn't want to worry him. It wasn't the farewell you wanted but considering you didn't want there to be a farewell at all, it was as good as it was going to get.
After a minute you see a limo. It's not super flashy, except that it's a limo, and you weren't entirely sure what you had expected. You stood up as it came to a stop across from you and took a few steps toward it.
While the limo might not be flashy, what stepped out of it was. You could hear Kid's voice in the back of your mind, bellowing about a pink feathered bastard, and you finally understood why he had described Doflamingo that way.
Standing easily over seven feet, a man stepped out of the limo. He had unbelievably short blonde hair, and silver rimmed crimson glasses with a striking shape to the lenses. The grin on his face was almost more unsettling than his massive height, and the mostly unbuttoned shirt showed off an impressive physique. Capri pants with a pink fiery motif added to the look, but the big, fluffy, almost ghastly pink feathered coat draped over his shoulders completed the look.
It was like you were being approached by the world's deadliest flock of flamingos, as you half expected a series of beaked faces to peek up from the coat eyeing you with red beady eyes, like you were more shrimp than mouse.
"Miss (Y/N), it's good to finally meet you face to face." There was no mistaking that voice, but there was something different in it today. A couple days ago it was laced with authority, today it was dripping with confidence.
"I... uh, yeah." You stammer. Your brain's still trying to process this man's height, let alone all the other details about him. You thought Eustass and his crew were tall. Maybe the Underground was just full of people with some giant blood in their ancestries. "It's a pleasure, sir."
"I didn't expect to see you here completely alone like this." He muses, stopping far enough away that you don't have to crane your neck to look up at him.
"I, it seemed better – er," you shook your head. You were starting to babble. "You said I'd be safe, so I just... left." You admit.
A soft chuckle escaped him, and something about it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. "You've made your decision then."
"... I have. I have, and, um, I have a question. Will you answer it before I tell you my decision?" Asking something of a Warlord seemed like the surest way to end your short life, but you weren't going to get another chance quite like this.
"Perhaps," he replies, and the teasing tone in his voice sends a shudder through you. This man could flick his wrist and end your life, and you're asking for favors.
"Why do I heal like I do?"
The soft chuckle bubbles up again, but this time it grows into a full-blown laugh. As far as you can tell it's a truly amused laugh, there's no mania or edge to it that makes you nervous.
"Straight to the point!" He laughs. "You're an interesting kid, I'll give you that." He crouches down and puts himself at eye level with you, but even in this position he's still just impossibly big. "Sure, I'll tell you as a parting gift, Miss. Your mother was a citizen of Germa, but not one with enough strength or money to have any rights. She underwent a lot of experiments before she managed to escape.
"Fate flung her into the arms of Vergo while he was on a Marine mission, and my stone-faced and stone-hearted friend fell for her, and here you are. Stolen Germa tech in you." He says, pointing at your chest.
"... What?"
Doflamingo shrugs, the motion shifting the mountain of feathers. "That is all I know. Chemical, genetic, or mechanical, who knows? I doubt anyone shy of Vegapunk could even detect it."
You're quiet for a moment, processing everything you've just been told.
"I... um. Thank you." You say, bowing deeply.
"Manners, but no sense." Doflamingo muses, and smiles when you look at him quizzically. "You're not getting in my limo, are you, young lady?"
"No. No, I'm not." You answer, and you're relieved to find you can even definitively say as much out loud.
"I do hope you're aware of what that means."
"I am." There's a shiver in your voice, but you manage to keep a hold of it. You offer him a sheepish and yet sure smile. "I figure if I can make it to the Marine station, then at least Coby will be able to reopen the investigation into Decken."
Doflamingo's smile is approving, and you don't know what to make of that. "The best of luck to you." He says, and hands over an ornate flintlock style pistol. "My gift to you. The weak don't get to choose how they die, but now, Miss (Y/N) you have a choice."
The words make your stomach drop, and you swallow hard before managing a quiet word of thanks.
Doflamingo gets back into his limo, and after a moment you're alone again. Standing out in the open near the apartment's parking lot feels oddly exposed, even if you're not expecting anything to come at you for another few hours at least. Maybe not even for the rest of the day if you're really lucky. You doubted that Doflamingo was going to waltz up to Decken and give him the green light personally, so it should take the creep a while to figure out he wasn't being hounded anymore.
You took out your phone, thought better of it, and put it back in your pocket. You weren't going to force his hand. You wanted Kid and the others to think you had gotten in that limo and were somewhere safe and unreachable. That had been your decision the moment you realized you couldn't stay with them.
You thought about asking Luffy for help, but the letters that had piled up inside your door from the crew over the last couple months told you they were entirely too far away. It would take days for them to get back to the Grandline Metro - even if you had told them right after your call with Doflamingo, they still wouldn't have made it in time.
You tucked the flintlock into your backpack and tightened your shoelaces before you started toward the nearest Marine office.
You didn't get very far.
Once you reach the end of the apartment building you feel a chill run down your spine. At first you look up to the sky, but after a second you turn and see a figure standing in the shade of the building.
"You're kind of shit at taking orders." Eustass says. His voice is quiet, and his eyes are practically piercing your soul.
"I don't remember joining your crew, Kid." You say, looking away.
"What's your plan now?" His voice is becoming a growl, and you take a step back.
"Not your concern," you answer. "Why're you even here?" The question comes from your lips and you feel a tug at your hand as you're yanked toward Kid.
He grabs your wrist in his hand and you can feel the magnetic energy humming around him. It fades as his grip on your wrist is already inescapable.
"What was your plan?" His voice is demanding, low and threatening, and at the moment you think maybe he is more intimidating than Doflamingo.
"... My plan was for you to go on thinking I had gotten in that limo." You admit, looking into his eyes as best you could.
"And then what?"
You look away and swallow. "I'm on my way to the Marine office."
"Huh? Are you gonna turn yourself over for experiments or something? You're not a lab rat!" Kid barks and you could hear the pain starting to break into his tone.
"... I thought, if the weapons rained down on the steps of the Marine office they'd have to deal with Decken." Your voice is quiet, and you can't bring your eyes back to his.
Kid's grip on your wrist tightens, but you didn't try to pull away. You were just glad it was his right hand.
"Do you want to die?" Kid forces the words out through grit teeth.
"No, I-!"
Kid yanks you into a rough kiss so suddenly it takes your brain a couple seconds to realize what the hell is happening. Your hands are held against the wall by his, and you're trapped against the side of the apartment building so fast that it is disorienting.
"Why didn't you get into the limo?" Kid's growls the question, his voice sinking into you as his teeth trail across your neck.
"I - haa - wasn't going to swear loyalty to h-him." You answer, struggling against a cage you couldn't escape if you wanted to.
There's a nip at your earlobe and you tense as you try to keep your moans internal. "Why the marines? Why weren't you coming back to me?" His voice is hot against your skin, and there's desire, anger and pain mixed in it.
"I... I didn't want to force your hand." You admit, turning your head away and looking away from him. "I didn't want to know what you would choose, me or your dream, and I didn't want you to choose me over it."
"What I choose is up to me," he growls, letting go of one of your wrists and turning your face toward his. "You're not big and bad enough to force my hand, Mouse."
The single word, that one name, breaks the dam you had been building up since the night before last and your face twists as tears slip down your cheeks.
"D-don't call me that now." You whimper, trying to turn your head away. Kid doesn't let you go, holding your teary-eyed gaze with his golden eyes.
"If you were just going to throw your life away, I guess that means I'm taking it." He muses, a crooked and teasing grin on his face.
"Hngh, it's my life," you insist. "I'm not throwing it away. I'm choosing to-."
"Unlike that pink bastard," Kid interrupts, his tone and gaze sharp. "I'm not so kind as to give you a choice."
"I won't let you just toss your- hngh!" Kid's teeth sink into your neck, stopping just shy of drawing blood before he assaults you with a new deeply bruising mark. Pleasure and pain have never felt so comforting, even as tears and moans escape you.
"We're going to work on the whole taking orders thing," he growls into your ear, nipping and teasing your skin as he talks, pulling moans and whimpers from you when you try to talk. After a few minutes you're worried you're going to make an embarrassing and orgasmic sound in public just from the rough make out session.
"What are you gonna say, Mouse?"
You make a conflicted, whimpery sound as you can feel your face going red. "... aye, aye Captain."
The smile on Kid's face sends a nearly debilitating shiver through your core, and you're glad you're pinned against the wall because you're not sure you'd be able to keep your feet under you.
He leans in, his lips a breath away from yours. "Tell me I can kiss you, Mouse."
"You're asking for permission now?" Your voice is legitimately confused, even as heat and need bubble up to the surface.
"That was that, this is this." He says softly, his eyes moving from your lips to your eyes.
"... you can kiss me."
Soft warm lips press against yours, gently at first before Kid pushes into you with more pressure. His prosthetic steadies you by your hips and his hand cradles your head as his tongue pushes its way into your mouth. No matter how he kissed you it managed to steal your breath, and you felt the rush of pleasure rise in your chest.
You let your fingers slip through his hair and trace along his neck, and were rewarded with a soft, contented hum rumbling in his chest. You didn't hold back your own moans, quiet, soft tears slipping down your checks. They were a mix of relief and joy, since moments before you were fairly certain you were going to die today.
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