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last time a long object pierced through my flesh it felt horrible and also I was like 10 but like. how would it feel now
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every now and then i decide to do the most inane shit (to avoid responsibilties) bc guess who just switched back yuuna's emoji from đ -> đ©· and added last names to my yuu oc tags and retagged ALL of my posts with them
#[â⊠rambling#:personal#THAT TOOK LIKE AROUND 2-3 HOURS I THINK.....#yippee to being quote unquote productive on the wrong thing#ngl i've been thinking about doing this for a while now but didn't want to bc of the amount of posts i have to go back through#but here we are đ§#in the process of going through all these posts i get to relive some of my jade/yuushade crashouts tho#that was. so funny#+ also seeing old currynoodles art đ„ș#ngl recently i thought i've been getting bored with making art for twst in general#which is why there's been a considerable lack of it </3#i still enjoy the game dont get me wrong it's just i thought i was starting to move on from creating for it#my fixation in creating art for a certain media doesn't usually last this long (almost around 2 years now???)#idk why but i just have that Cycle#usually i'm chill with this happening but this feels more bittersweet bc of all the friends and connections i made throught twst#but i think this random urge to retag everything was probably a blessing in disguise#bc i realized i actually miss drawing the sillies đ„čđ„čđ„č#like. do you ever just get so giddy revisiting your old stuff#highkey i cooked with a lot of my oc x canon art#reminds me.... i wanna bring back postnrc currynoodles#postnrc yuusha im in love with u#maybe i'll toss in the eel in there too LMAO#it.s not a joke anymore i like the stupid dynamic too much#âwhy do you ship themâ <- because it'll be funny#anyways. probably i'll start taking inspo from old concepts i abandoned as quick as i introduced them shdksdkkk
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Every time I get a reptilian f/o, without fail, I will think of brumation.
It's just so cute and silly to me. Noooo it's too cold to go to work! Seriously. I will literally go into torpor if you make me get out there.
#where's that pic of snake man and toad man waking up from hibernation 2gether#some things happening in the cold blooded bitches household.#đĄ incoming transmission đĄ#curt connors#copperhead#katharsis#corkscrew#katharsis is double funny. bc kit is also cold blooded. he cannot go out in public otherwise his psychic disguise will slip#and u just have people panicking and a very sluggish eel lizard snake thing in the middle of th street like. huh? huh whuh?#im mildly sleep depriived but my brain will not rest thinking about my things :-]#for copperhead i think that like. like. he could literally get killed out there but a guy needs to eat.#thank god he has mammalian(adjacent) friends to take care of him in my mind bc like. ? whos gonna get groceries in the winter#dcau#tssm#oh duh#đsnake#AND#cherieza#frieza going into torpor would be hilarious. i mean uhhh given the names we thought - nevermind. theyre already asleep.#self insert#selfshipping
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the future is like open world games i hate them
#ahoys thoughts#I NEED STRUCUTR E WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO MAKE SHIT UP FOR MYSELF I DONT LIKE ANYTHING WHAT#sorry i did 2 exams today and no study so i dont eel productive and now im gonna procrastinate#should i just make pancakes that stopped the overwhelm last week#but i dont like too much of one thing#maybe its the undiagnosed adhd#or not ill never know bc its too GODDAM EXPENSIVE TO DIAGNOSE AND I HAVE SUTH ASIAN PARENTS WHO SAY IM NORMAL
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Hello! Love your Floyd fic and may I ask a request about Reader/Yuu having a crush on Floyd, but Floyd is not ready to commit yet/doesnt see the point of it so reader keeps getting lead on and reader realizes that it would go to nowhere so they stopped pursuing. Floyd was supposed to be happy that the courting stopped but found out that he can't stop looking at reader interacting with someone else other than him.
Basically like the Flipped movie, just wholesome/hurt/comfort with the main theme of figuring out ones feelings. Reader and Floyd don't require to be together in the end just like in the Flipped movie but Im fine if they get together too! Im torn between the two. Please disregard this if you don't feel comfy creating it ^^
Disappointed
Floyd Leech x gn!reader one-sided both ways, background Ace Trappola x gn!reader, not explicit, could easily be read as platonic and/or fake dating
they/them pronouns, is THIS angst? I think this is angst, background hurt/comfort for reader but not Floyd :)
Word Count: 1098
I've never seen Flipped, but I love this premise and I'm going to make it Worse :) pretty short but this is what we call a tasty little morsel lmaoo
Floyd knew you were interested in him, how could he not? You made it so obvious. He thought it was funny at first, how you kept handing him little trinkets and rushing away, eventually getting brave enough to hang around him. But you kept coming, even on his bad days. For months, you kept stopping by the Mostro Lounge or catching him in the hallways or showing up to basketball games. It stopped being so fun after awhile. He'd thrown most of the trinkets that you'd given him away, not really interested in your courting attempts in the first place. It was just fun for him to watch you flit around like the little shrimp you were. He never stopped you, even if he knew this would never go further than your silly little attempts.
You'd brought him a tiny blown glass eel you'd found in town after a basketball game, catching him before he went into the locker room. You handed it to him with that same hopeful smile you always had on your face, and he took it from you with the same minimal acknowledgement that he always did. The second the door closed behind him in the locker room, he tossed the little eel into the trash with as much acknowledgement as he'd given you before moving to change out of his uniform.
"What was that?" Ace scoffed as he pulled off his jersey, tossing it into his locker haphazardly.
"Shrimpy keeps givin' me crap I don't want." Floyd shrugged, moving over to his locker as Ace gave him a confused look. "I've just been throwin' it away."
He didn't pay any attention as Ace moved over to the garbage, pulling the little glass figure out of the bin with a loud huff.
"You could just tell 'em you don't want it, you know." Ace snapped at him, taking the figure back to his locker. "They spent money on this crap trying to get you to notice them! Quit leading 'em on!"
Floyd rolled his eyes dramatically as he turned to Ace, glaring him down. "And hafta see 'em cry or somethin'? Hard pass."
You knew you were being blatantly obvious about your attraction to Floyd, you thought he might've been flirting back whenever he teased you about it. What you perceived as flirting was the only thing keeping you from getting discouraged after so long trying to court him. You didn't realize exactly how wrong you were until Ace came to find you when he was done in the locker room, the glass blown figure you'd given Floyd in his hands. Your heart sank as he apologized, telling you that he'd watched Floyd throw it away the second you wouldn't see, that apparently that's where all your gifts had gone. In the trash. You were embarrassed and disappointed, a lot of Floyd's actions making much more sense to you now. You took the figure back with trembling fingers, trying to put on a brave face for your friend, but you were devastated. You'd tried really hard to pick out things you thought Floyd would like, you thought you might've been getting somewhere. It hurt to find out where all that effort was really going.
Floyd noticed before the end of the week that you hadn't come by. You'd become a regular presence in his life, not necessarily daily, but often enough that your absence was notable. At first, he really didn't care much, it was one less thing he had to deal with. But something nagged at the back of his head about it. He tried to ignore it, but it was making his mood significantly worse. He didn't even know what it was, he was supposed to be happy that you weren't hanging around him all the time... wasn't he?
He didn't start to realize what the feeling was until he saw you weeks later. Basketball practice had just let out and he spotted you in the hall outside the locker room. Before he could go over and ask where you'd been, Ace pushed past him to you, throwing an arm around your shoulders and poking at your cheek. He watched you laugh at whatever Ace had said as the two of you turned away from him to leave. The nagging feeling in the back of his head returned tenfold, surprising him as he watched you disappear around a corner. Why was he jealous of Ace? He hadn't been interested before, why would he be jealous of something he didn't want? It wasn't even on purpose, it felt more like karma that Floyd kept seeing you in the halls every day now. Always with Ace. He saw the delighted smiles on your face, the way you would blush and smack his chest when he whispered in your ear, the damn arm that was always around your shoulders. You'd sure moved on quick, if you could call multiple weeks quick. And why wouldn't you? Ace had likely told you what Floyd had been doing after he found out, he was probably there to comfort you in the aftermath, he was one of your best friends after all. Rationalizing it in his head didn't help, he still had an awful pit in his gut whenever he saw the two of you. You leaving him alone was what he wanted anyways, wasn't it?
Floyd let it go on for a few more weeks, even Jade tried to figure out what had him so upset. But how could Jade help when Floyd couldn't figure out his own feelings about it? It came to a head after another basketball practice, back in the locker room. Floyd was slow to get changed, waiting until Ace had gotten dressed and was about to leave.
"So you and Shrimpy, huh?" He asked as Ace walked past, trying to keep his tone casual.
"You snooze you lose?" Ace offered with a shrug, shooting him a smirk before walking out of the locker room.
"Yeah..." Floyd muttered to himself.
He sat in the feeling for a moment, finally able to see it for what it was. He was disappointed. Disappointed he hadn't realized sooner, disappointed he hadn't just turned you down so he could maybe try himself later. Disappointed it wasn't him. You had become such a regular presence in his life, he hadn't realized he was taking it for granted. Hadn't realized that when he stopped finding your courting fun, it wasn't because he didn't like it, it had just stopped being surprising. And he had no one to blame but himself.
I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO USE MY WORK TO TRAIN AI
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#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#floyd leech#ace trappola#floyd leech x reader#ace trappola x reader#twisted wonderland fic#mine#HAVE YALL S E E N. DEUCE'S PJS???#as if i couldn't adore him more they had to go and put him in the pink cheetah print they keep talking about?? thats his JAMMIES????#i could SCREAM its so good. i love not giving a shit about spoilers from the jp servers#and apparently they're getting equestrian club wear in june?? im so jealous
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đâËàżÂ â sweet creature
humans were told to be dangerous and evil! Yet you couldn't bring yourself to believe that, not when this one was so kind to you.
pairings : pirate!eijiro k. x mermaid!reader
genre : fluff
warnings : reader uses simplified language (example: "Eijiro want gift?" or "I bring gift!" MIGHT SOUND CRINGE IDK IM SORYYYYYY, pirate slangs used (a lot), reader is EXPLICITLY said to be female.
†masterlist!
4,6k word count!
The sea is vast.Â
An immense home to mysteries yet to be unfolded. Depths of stories to be told, and songs to be sung. Yet other than that, the sea is brutal. Jaws ready to clench down on whoever shall puff up their chests and voyage upon it. Even more so, beyond all its mysteries and horrors, the great blue held beauties inside it.
One of them, was you. Your kind. Mermaids.
Folk of the water roaming the vast seven seas, keeping the ocean lively and chattering. Most of it was probably you. You could never seem to satisfy the itch in your tail to swim, swim, and swimâexploring every crook and cranny of the coral reefs, poking your head at every cave just to be chased out by a shark or an electric eel. Yet one goal in your mind was to collect; collect those trinkets which sometimes seem to descend from heaven above.
Sometimes a ring, sometimes a bigger ring, large enough to fit through your wrist, other times, it was smaller, weird-shaped, yet not less beautiful. Maybe this was the way gods provide you, yet youâre unsure. Just to be safeâand to admire them, you keep these findings safely in your small den of treasure. A sanctuary you had made for these glimmering and shimmering things to be praised upon.Â
Humans are what your kind calls them.Â
Those peculiar creatures on the land above, somehow surviving without water filling up their air. You wonder how it feels up there, is it⊠not water-y? Itâs strange! Do they not want to move faster? Why do they have to move that way?Â
Clumsy little creatures, you find yourself giggling at their silly movements. So slow, so adorable. Maybe you could teach them to swim. Sometimes you wonderâwhy do your elders always call them soâŠ
Dangerous.
Your thoughts could never go peacefullyâsometimes a fish would run into you to interrupt it, or sometimes a fellow mer-folk needed your help in harvesting the ripe seaweeds.Â
This time, a small pebble had hit your head.
Plink!
â. *. â
âThatâblige sucking buccaneer! I can neâer catch a break!! Whatâre ya sâposed to do?! Throw away the whole ship?!â The boy grumbled, his eyes narrowed in frustration as his arms flailed forward to throw a small rock he had found.
âWhy am I always at the blame?! Heâs always speakinâ like heâs an old salt! Weâre the same age, damnit!â He threw another rock, letting out a huff as his chin dug to his knees.Â
Plunk! Thunk!
At first the red haired didnât notice it, kept his mouth rambling about the shipâs captain which he found oh-so frustrating, untilâ
Plunk!Â
âOwâhey!!â His head darted to the back, yet finding no one.
â...What the..?â He muttered, softly now as if embarrassed for being angry at the air.
Then he continued, deciding to ignore the rock thrown to his head just now. His gaze met the water again, pouting as he picked up another rock.
âCanât believe mâ stuck with em,â
He throws another one,
âif only a half decent job was here, Iâd drag my ass out of thisâ!â
Then another one,
Plunk!
âHey!!â Shooting up to his feet, he pointed to the ocean in anger. âStop doinâ that, will ya?!â
But then a tail flicked up again, throwing back a pebble, this time hitting his chest. And now he was frozen in horror.
Eijiro was nothing but experienced. Three years of voyaging the sea, heâs seen almost allâfishes, birds, bird-fishes, but not this.Â
The tail was different, a large fish would be one thing but this? It was no fish. Not with those pair of curious eyes eyeing him from below the surface, grinning like he was the funniest thing in the world.
Without a second to hesitate, his first choice was to shoutâyell, ducking down and scurrying his fingers as he found another larger rock, throwing it to the creature in fear, hoping that itâll go away.
âDemon! Blastedâsea witch!!â He flailed his arm, his knees grew weak as he crawled back, a hand dragging him away from the dock while his other hand kept desperately throwing rocks, even grabbing handfuls of sand to the ocean.
âGet away!! Away, I say!!â
â. *. â
Is this why they say theyâre dangerous?
You giggled softly, raising yourself up the dock while your hands propped up as you peeked your head up, smiling to the human. Your claws gripped tight to the wood as you waved a hand to him, at least thatâs how you see them greet each other.
Goodness, he was so loud! Itâs so amusing to see him shout around like thatâwas he trying to say hello? Perhaps you should shout back?Â
You opened your mouth, grinning as you shouted back, mimicking his sound.Â
Yet the color from his face just seemed to drain completely.
He spoke again, his hands came together as he knelt down to the ground. Heâs funny, you like him. Why was he frowning? As much as you knowâwhen your sister was frowning it meant she was sad, distressed. Did you do that to him? Goodness, thatâs not rightâŠ
So you dug back down, splashing into the water while your eyes already trained to the direction you knew too well, to your denâthe shrine of where you kept all your treasures. Maybe if he sees something so shiny and beautiful, he shall smile again! Yes, yes, you shall pick for him a gift!
Your fingers scattered on each tip of your glistening objects, then your eyes found the perfect oneâa small, yet long, and shining, sharp ends, it reminded you of his teeth. Peculiar human, his teeth looked like a sharkâs!Â
With a wide smile, you pridefully swam back with the treasure in your hands, surely he would love this, and cherish it! Your tail swished rapidly, until you found the same dock again, towering over the surface as you peaked your head out the water again, finding him curiously calling upon the water.
You reached out a hand, softly tapping on his shoulder.
â. *. â
âGahâ!!â
Eijiro threw himself back as the small yet sharp tap landed on his shoulder, his eyes darting from the creatureâs face to her hand, still outstretched to him. Then itâshe..?âsmiled, grinning ear to ear as she lifted up a small fork, pointing to it while her eyes flickered from him to the fork.
âD-donât eat me!! Please!!â He yelped, covering his face with his hands.
Then he heard a huff, some of that frustrated, disappointed huff as the creature placed down the fork, pointing to it with a small pout on her face, mumbling wordless noises as she pushed it to him, as if urging him to take it.Â
His hands slowly lowered, gaze turning to that of curiosity. â...ForâŠme..?â He pointed to himself, face twisted into confusion.
Then she whined, throwing her arms up as she nodded, her finger pointing to him.
â...A forkâŠ?â He chuckled, amusement filling up his voice. âYou gave meâŠa fork?â
Then she nodded, still furrowing her brows in determination. âFork, fork!!â Her finger still jabbing to the metallic object on the wood. âFork!â
His lips finally curved up to a smile, chuckling again as he picked up the fork, âFor me?â He asked, pointing to himself.
âMm! Me!â She insisted, pointing to him as she nodded fervently, her eyes beamed with hope. âMe, me!!â
Eijiro chuckled, âNo, not like that,â softly shaking his head as he slowly took her hand, though hesitating. He guided her finger to his chest, âMe,â then to herself, âYou.â
â...Woo..?âÂ
âNo, silly, you,â He grinned, pointing to his mouth. âIâm Eijiro, you areâŠ?â
â...Ah..?â She tilted her head, brows stitched back together in confusion. âE..rowâŠ?â
âEi-ji-rou,âÂ
Her fingers flew to her lips, touching them as if trying to mimic his movement. âEe..jirou..?â
âYes!! Yer gettinâ it!â He beamed up, nodding as he laughed in pride. âWhatâs your name?â
â...Yoo.. Eejirou,â
âMeâŠ?âÂ
âNo, dummy,â Eijiro snickered, guiding her hand back to his chest. âMe, Eijiro. And you areâŠâ
âOh!â
She placed a finger on his chest âEijiro,â then to herself, âY/n!â Her grin was wider now, throwing her arms up in celebration as she twirled in the water, tail swishing up and down as she cheered.
âEijiro! Y/n!!â
He chuckled softly, shifting himself to prop his arm up on his kneeâhis previous complainings forgotten so suddenly. Eijiroâs face bloomed a smile as he admired the silverware given by the strange creature, the surface reflecting back the orange hue of sunset. âAye, Eijiro and y/n.â He hummed softly, drifting his gaze to the rejoicing new friend he had made.
â. *. â
The next evening there it was again, a fork. Bigger this time, seemed newer too. As the dock creaked softly under his steps, Eijiro chuckled while he bent down to pick up the fork, only to be met with a small splash to his face and the sound of a sweet giggle.
âEijiro!â You called out, smiling at his shocked face twisting into a playful grin. âFork! You!â You chimed up, a pride look sitting in your eyes as you swam closer.Â
âAye,â He snickered, lowering himself down to sit on the edge of the dock, letting his feet hang down to the water. âItâs big this time,â Lifting up the fork to the setting sun, he turned it slightly, admiring it. âBig, lassie. Bigâ He repeated, grinning to you.
âBig?â Tilting your head, you furrowed your brows. âBig.. fork?âÂ
âYes,â He chuckled as he nodded. âBig fork, indeed.â
â. *. â
Waves brought many gifts upon the world, sometimes it was a small clump of corals, or sometimes bringing back what may have been lost. And so did youâyou brought many gifts to Eijiro, a strange human whom youâve made to smile. Nights youâve spent with him by that same dock as he rambled on and you would nod as if you understood his words, yet you slowly did. You knew he was a pirate, whatever that was. He says he sails the seas, and that he likes to eat fish. You learned the word friend. Thatâs what he called you and other humans he knew.
One night, you returned again to the dock. Your heart thrummed with excitement with this gift. Itâs the most-amazing-great-good one yet! A pearl cradled softly between your fingers as you clutched your hand tightly to your chest, pushing your tail a strong current to push you forward to that dock, where you could already see his feet hanging down to the water.
âEijiro!â You piped up, beaming up from the water. âGift, again! For you!!â Lifting the pearl up in the air, you swung it to his face as you shook it in front of him, which he chuckled softly in response. âWhat is that?â He asked, opening his palm for you.
âUhâŠBall!â You nodded, placing the delicate pearl to his grasp. âShining ball!âÂ
He froze as he eyed the small imperfect sphere, the moonlight danced upon the surface like rainbows. He breathed out a small huff of admiration, â...What..?âÂ
âOh no⊠Eijiro⊠donât like..?â
âWhat?â He shot up, waving his hand around. âNo, no! I like it, I love this, y/nâ
âItâs a true beauty, lass. Thanks,â He smiled.
âWelcome,â You replied, propping yourself up the dock as you looked up at him.Â
âWhereâd ya learn that one?â
With a proud smile, you pointed to him again. âEijiro!â
â. *. â
âHail up the sails, Eijiro!!â Katsukiâs voice commanded gruffly, his hand busy with sharpening a small dagger to a stone.
âAye!â He answered, rope already tight to his hands, the familiar dull pain of the small shreds of the material digging into his skin as he pulled the rope with a grunt. For a brief second as he pulled the rope, his eyes caught a glimpse of the dock, empty and no one there unlike the previous night. His gaze fell to the small pocket in his pants, tucked away inside was the small pearl he had received. His grip loosens.
âEijiro!! Donât ya try to run a rig!!â Katsuki scolded.Â
âAye, captain, apologies.â He mumbled, tightening his grip again.
â. *. â
The winds of the sea had never felt so familiar. As much as he said he hated being a pirate, he loved the sea. The seagulls whined by the air as the ship swerved through, the air slicing through the cracks of his fingers, thrumming by his ear as it blew by. The crew sang songs while they jumped around the deck, and he could only chuckle as he leaned against the wooden railings.
âSplice the mainbrace!â Denki chimed through, lifting up a glass of rum, its contents spilling over slightly as he did. âEijiro, come join us!!â
âNow,â He smiled, âCareful, Denâdonât wanna be three sheets to the wind,âÂ
Splish! Splash!
At first he didnât notice itâthe splashing noise beneath the shipâs smooth swerves.Â
Splish! Splash!
With the same smile he looked at Denki with, he flew his gaze to the water.
What in theâŠ
Is thatâ... her tailâŠ?
âEijiro!!â Your sweet voice chimed.
His eyes widened, gripping the railings as he leaned down, trying to whisper-scream to you as best as he could, a finger over his lips. âLass, ya canât be out âere!â He hissed, eyes darting back and forth from the crew to you. âGo away! Yer shark bait here!!â His hand waved away, pleading you to go and swim back.
âNo, no!! I give you, a gift!â You smiled proudly, lifting up a small clamâs shell in your hand.
âIâthatâs nice, y/n, but ya canât be out here! Go!! Please!â
Then suddenly, Denkiâs voice chimed behind him. âWoo!!â He laughed, slinging a drunken arm around the panicking boy.Â
âEijiro found treasure!! Sea maiden, hoo!â
The crew scurried to the railings, whooping as they spotted your confused form still lifting up the clam shell. Eijiroâs eyes silently pleaded for you to go away while you had the chance, yet it was too lateânot when Katsukiâs heavy steps came behind him.
Katsukiâs laugh rang through the air as he whooped, âBring her up!! Sheâs worth gold, she is!!â He guffawed, shaking Eijiro with pride. âBirdâs eye, youâve got, Eijiro!!â
âWaitâno, sheâs notâ!!â
âHanta! Net!! The heavy one, that be!!â He commanded, pointing to the boy smiling widely near the shipâs stairs.
âAye, captain!!â Hanta answered eagerly, saluting as he ran off to the shipâs hold.
ây/n, go!! Now, lass!! Please!!â
You froze, your smile stiffening as you saw the concern etched on his face. Your hand slowly lowered your gift, and before you could speak up again, the cheer of the crew and the shadow of a net descended upon you.
SNATCH!Â
What abomination was this? Every angle you looked at, there was no escape!Â
Your hands desperately clawed, chewed on the ropes, yet they were as good as steel.Â
Your tail hurts. Oh they hurt so badly, the metal scraps on the ropes sliced through your scales like small knives, to your shoulder, your back, everywhere.Â
A cry out of pain rang through the air, cheered on by the crew as they slowly lifted up your helpless form, heaving from your helpless attempts.
âStop! Please!!â Eijiroâs voice shot through the cheer, yet unheard of. Hands slowly descended you onto the deck, sneering smiles lowering down upon you, and your eyes found him in betrayal.
â...Eijiro..?â You whimpered.
And yet he stayed still.
He⊠stayed⊠still!Â
Oh the irony. Youâve brought him many gifts, told him many tales, and shall this be how a friend treats the other? Your frown deepens as the crew slowly untangles you off the net.Â
âGet her into a barrel! I want her alive when we sell her off!! Weâre feastinâ tomorrow, lads!!â Katsuki cheered, hugging Eijiro by his shoulder while the boy stayed silent. âYou lucky bastard!!â He guffawed, slapping him by his side. âCapture us more of these fortunes, huh?âÂ
Eijiroâs shoulder grew rigid. His jaw clenched as he watched the crew descend you into the shipâs hold.
â. *. â
That night the stars heard of the crewâs cheer and songs. Harmonica echoed through the air as drunken rejoicing rang to the skies. And yet, between Denkiâs drunken dance upon the deck, Minaâs loud and ringing laugh, and Jirouâs cheerful harmonica plowing with songs, Eijiro sat by, throwing a small laugh at every joke, yet his eyes seemed distant from them all.
âWhatâre we doinâ tonight, lads?!â Hanta roared a smile, lifting up a chug of rum to the air as his foot landed on a barrelâs top.
âFeast!! Weâre rich tonight!!â Mina cheered.
Heâs had enough.
With a slap of his knees, Eijiro shot up to his feet, slyly making his way to the shipâs hold, where the sound of water from the ocean felt near, and the sound of your cries reached his ears.
Down by a corner there you sat, bare backed turned to him, your shoulders jolting at every sob and breath you let by. You had the clam in your clasp, thumb running over it gently as if mourning whatâs lost.Â
You were mourning, a friendship lost.
Perhaps this is why your elders say they were dangerous after all.
ây/n,â He croaked, the wood boards beneath his feet creaking as he stepped closer. âIâI didnât mean for this to happen, lass. Truth, I tell ya,â His voice was quiet, careful.Â
You stayed silent, breathing silently as you ran your thumb across the small dent of the clam shell again.
âIâm sorry, y/n⊠IâI told them not toââ
âYou donât help, Eijiro.âÂ
â...You stay, you let them.â
Eijiroâs mouth parted to speak, yet no words came by or even flashed through his mind.
âYouâre not a friend, Eijiro.â You, with all your imperfect words, spat venom. âYouâre enemy, danger.â
Then you finally turned to him, your eyes dry from your tears, face bruised and messed up from the haste of the crew. They held nothing that he wanted, not that glistening excitement, not that wide cheer heâs witnessed every time you learned a new word, not that shine of hope he always found in your eyesânothing.Â
Betrayal shot through your eyes like wind through his hair this morning.Â
âIâIâll fix this, y/n, please Iââ
âNo,â You muttered.
âGo away,â
âEnemy.â Your voice was hoarse, a reward from crying day to night, while your hand gripped tighter on the clam, before you slid it across the wood to his way.
âGift, now go.â
â. *. â
The night had fallen quiet, snores now caressed the cold air as the drunken crew lay asleep by the deck. Rum spilled all over the ship, yet no one cared to mop. Eijiroâs eyes lay awake as he stared to the sky, heart drumming against his chest while his eyes kept flickering to the stairs that descended to the shipâs lower level.Â
Heâs sick of it. Sick of the feeling clawing at his chest like a beast. So he sat up, stumbling over crew members as he slowly made his way down, where you still sat there, the clam still sitting right where you had slid it across.Â
â...Iâm sorry,â He whispered, kneeling down as he gently picked up the shell.Â
âI was not a good friend, lass.âÂ
âBad.â You muttered back.
âYes, bad friend.â He smiled, a hand slowly reaching out to turn your chin to face him. âCâmere, lemme see what those scallywags did to ya,âÂ
His fingers were warm across your beaten up skin, your eyes lingered to the ground before you reluctantly looked at him, a pout still present on your face.Â
He winced, âThose dogs,â
âThey did ya rough, hm?â His thumb brushed gently across a bruise, earning a small whimper from you. âSorry,â He muttered back.
A small pause fell upon the two of you while you stared at his dimly lit face, and he stared at yours.
Then his fist clenched, his brows furrowed as he pressed his lips to a thin line.
âIâm carryinâ you out, lass.âÂ
Arose, he did. âIâm carryinâ you out.â He nodded, convincing himself as he lowered himself to you, a hand slipping beneath your tail while the other hoisted behind your shoulders. His touch was careful, cautious and fearful as if you were as fragile as a flower.Â
Slowly, the ship creaked as he stepped through, your tail dripping water as he tiptoed his way between his sleeping mates. Eijiroâs jaw was clenched at every small noise he had made. Afraid that heâd woken up his crew, or worseâhis captain.
Just a little more, a little further to the edge, then he sat you down by the railing.
âGo, lass.â He whispered, hands gently keeping you in place by your shoulders.
âIâll meet ya again by the docks, savvy?â His voice was soft, gentle, assuring.
âButââ
âIâll meet ya again, y/n Iââ
With a yank, a hand pulled Eijiroâs collar from behind. âNow, lass.â He smiled, pushing you off the railings before you could even reply.
âNo!!! Youâ you dog!!!â Katsuki roared, letting go of his collar as he stared into the water, at the tail now swishing further away from the ship. âYou traitor!! We needed that money, Eijiro!!âÂ
With a frustrated grunt, Katsuki pushed himself off the railing, his breath heavy as he pointed a finger to Eijiro, âYouâ damn it!!!â Harshly, he yanked Eijiro by the collar again, forehead to forehead.
âWhy the hell did you do that, huh!?â Katsuki seethed through his teeth, hot breath fanning to Eijiroâs neck, grabbing the collar tighter. With a snarl, he shook the boy. âWhy?!â
âYa did all that for what, lad? Huh?!â
âJust to please her pretty face and sweet words?! I swearâIâll sink you down to the sharks, Eijiro.âÂ
Finally, he let up. Letting Eijiro down on his feet again as he let go of his collar. A spit landed on Eijiroâs shoe, followed by Katsukiâs gruff muttering, âIâll flog you off in the morninâ, just you wait.â
A small silence fell before Eijiro spoke up, his tone dark yet brave.Â
âIâll flog you off harder.â
Katsuki paused in his steps. Then turned on his heel, a finger sharply pointing to him. âDonât test me, Eijiro.â
âOh, shiver me timbers!! Yaâve done worse, Katsuki!!â Eijiro shouted, throwing his hands up in anger.Â
âEijirou,â He threatened, stepping closer.Â
Then the red one stepped closer too, a scowl as deep as the ocean.Â
Chest to chest. It used to be a form of celebration between the two, yet now, with scowls carved into the curves and crooks of their faces, it was war.Â
Eijiro pressed closer. âIâll test ya, Kats.â
âIâd rather be fish food than be a coward.â Sneer Eijiro, his mouth twitched up to a small smirk as he pushed Katsuki hard.
The blond huffed, wiping his thumb beneath his nose as he turned away.Â
"Iâll punch yer face off. Pray that yer spineâs as strong as yer mouth.â
â. *. â
The sea hugged your skin again, caressing the small scars on your tail, your shoulders, your faceâit kissed you like it always did.
Down beneath all the gurgles of the ocean, his voice echoed in your headâsomething you kind of understood.
âIâll meet ya again by the docks, savvy?â
Your hands clasped around the clam again, its shell now warm from how much youâve gripped it. Brows furrowing from confusion as you rose your head to the surface again, one last look of him, another voice was there.
It sounded like when you first met himâshouting.Â
So you swam back, back to where you used to always see him, back to where you learned those words, back to where it all began; the docks.
â. *. â
The sun kissed his face like a bastard. The cuts on his cheek and his lips felt raw under the heat. His fists felt raw, hot from all the punches heâs thrown. The pain on his stomach didnât go dull as well, it still pinched him by the side sharply.Â
Katsuki didnât look any better, nose bleeding with thick blood down to his lip, an eye half shut, swollen like a plum.Â
Eijiro scoffed with pride, his breath heavy as he shook his hands, not turning his face away from the gaze of the crew.Â
âIf yer still gonna be yappinâ off my ear, Iâll flog you off again, red.â Katsuki spat, wiping his nose as he straightened up his back.Â
He stood tall, flexing his shoulders off as he cracked his knuckles. âStill didnât regret nothinâ.â A smirk played on Eijiroâs lips as he said that, his teeth seeped red from his gums.Â
âIdiot, thatâs what ye are! Throwinâ off gold like it didnât cost nothinâ!!â Katsuki growled, jabbing his finger to Eijiroâs chest.Â
âGold donât talk and cry, Kats!!â He roared back, shoving Katsukiâs chest harshly to the ground. âYa canât just kill off a soul like that!! Weâre pirates, we ainât killers!!â
âWeâre pirates,â Katsuki echoed his words, quieter now. âWe ainât saints either, Eijiro.â
âDamn right weâre not,â Eijiro growled, stepping forward, he towered over him. âBut thereâs a line, Kats. Thereâs always been a line.â
The blond huffed, throwing his face away from Eijiroâs glare while his own eyes filled with something other than anger, something remorseful. He stood up, pushing past Eijiro, his steps heavy as he trudged through the wooden planks. âWhatever, set course for home.âÂ
The crew stayed silent, everyone still held their breaths from their captain and crew fist to fist since morning.Â
âOi!! Hear me or not?!â He growled past his shoulder.
âA-..Aye, capt!!â
â. *. â
It had been two long days where you clutched the clam shell close to your heart, and not swam far from the docks. You waited for the same set of feet to dangle by in the water, or the same spiky-haired shadow to loom over you as you swam to the surface, yet he did not show.Â
âFrieeendd,â You drawled, groaning softly to the night air as you leaned your head to the dockâs soft wooden edges.
With a huff, you pushed yourself back into the water, splashing your tail softly to turn away from the water.
âLass,â His hoarse voice called, tugging between a smile and a cough. While the sounds of his shoes dragged across the sand by his feet.Â
âE-..Eijiro? Eijiro!!â You beamed, smiling widely as you flapped your tail onto the water.
You waved your hand to him, drumming the dock as you giggled.Â
âAye, the one nâ only,â He chuckled, broken and bruised. His legs stumbled as he slowly lowered himself down, groaning as his hand clutched to his stomach.
âYou stayed, y/n.â He softly smiled.Â
Nodding, you smiled at him as your hand lifted the clam shell up. âEijiro say.. come back,âÂ
âSo I wait,âÂ
âI wait for.. friend.â
His grin grew, a breath of laugh passed through his lips as he gazed at you with tenderness. âWeâre still friends?â
âMhm!â You nodded.Â
âYou, keep this,â You insisted, taking his hand to place the clam shell in it.Â
His smile passed to his eyes, âThank you, lassie.â
âI love it,â He softly hummed, thumb brushing across the shell gently like itâs a treasure.
âEijiro like? I have⊠uh⊠more! Yes, I have more!â You turned yourself to dip into the water, only for his hand to softly grip your wrist.
âNo, no,â
âStay, letâs uh⊠letâs just.. talk, hm?â
Your soft giggle rang through the air as you nodded, leaning your head down to the dock again as you looked up at him. A hand reached out to his bruised face. âYou⊠uhâŠâ
âWhat is⊠uh⊠oh, hurt! Yes, you⊠youâre hurt,â
He chuckled, ever the slightest, his face inched closer to your hand. âAye, I did. Just a scrap.â
âScrap?â
âMhm, just⊠small hurt,â He smiled, simplifying his words.
âCareful,â You mumbled, your finger still slowly tracing his bruise.
With a nod, he responded. âI will, lass. I was fightinâ for ya, yâknow?â
âFor my friend.â
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Mera meraaa what if skating with floyd or jadeđïžđïžim hungry for your eel thoughts
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AAAAAA theyâre so silly!!!! Jade weighing Floyd down by grabbing onto him so he doesnât fall on his ass,,,, >_< I imagine Floyb was just starting to get the hang of skating, too, and here comes Jade,, about to drag the both of them down. ;;;
Cute winter skating date with the eels, both of whom have never skated before. You assure them itâll be fine! They have things for beginners to hold onto. They tease you; maybe theyâll just have to hold onto you instead~ so confident and ready to impress you. Maybe youâll be the one holding onto them. >:)
But then they step foot on the ice and theyâre both sliding and slipping,,, so uncoordinated,, clutching at the wall for a handhold to stay balanced. orz those eels with their long legs are splayed on the ground while you twirl around them, playfully smiling. âWhat was that about me holding onto you~?â
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i fear ive actually been converted to the no.2 squad agenda after previously not even considering it, its like a brain fungus
do you have any extra thoughts abt leona forcing his workaholics to actually take a rest? im a sucker for some fluff lol
ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US! (Sorry for the brain fungus xD)
Well, first he'd wrestle with them. Physically force them to keep their butts on the couch/grass/bed. He's definitely stronger than both Vil and Jamil and, while Jamil is probably a godsdamned eel that can slip from most grasps, if he's too tired to do it then Leona wins de facto.
Once he's got them stuck in his embrace, he'd just incite them to nap with him. Purring also has calming abilities (I know lions don't actually purr but lemme have this one, I just like it too much)
If it's only one workaholic he has to force into resting, he might coax the other into helping. While Vil and Jamil overwork themselves, they're also aggressively caring towards others, so they'd immediately jump to Leona's aid to force the other to sleep.
For regular days that don't necessitate emergency interventions, Leona (and Vil) would enforce healthy sleep schedules onto Jamil. Vil is already very stringent about sleep schedules and healthy food so Leona wouldn't need to help him with that, but I will never believe Jamil ever manages to sleep before the wee hours of the night. And he probably wakes up at 5am too. That boy really is overworked.
Mostly though it's just... like a cat settling on your laps and you can't move anymore. You can but you can't. So you just wait until it leaves on its own before going back to your activities. Leona smothers Jamil and/or Vil beneath him and they have no choice but to let it happen.

(And they all end up sleeping in a cuddle pile <3)
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â â HAII uhhmm... moot đđ„ł eemrmtm... if im NIT mistaken, i saw ur request status open so emrntm.. :sweats: (sorru im kinda awkward w interacting w new ppl đ)
â â may i requestâ â second years X gn!readerâ â who's frequently (sl)eepy but is really, REALLu good at combat???!! like they'd often see [n] tiref in general; though when classes were dismissed, they "unintentionally" saw the reader quarreling some npc who's mildly injured (and possibly a lopsided ankle for the fun of itđ€) and just one tapped the npc's pressure point causing them to faint and BOOM!! reader caught the [insert character] staring at the scene whilst the reader acts like nothing happened đŒđŒ
â â SORRY IF IT'S REALLT SPECIFIC i tried to get a hold of myself when i saw ur guidelines when requesting and i hope this isn't too much đ my brain is currently filled w tons of chaos and i feel like expressing them at some point /e cry..... BUT TAKE YOUR TIME!! it's no pressure to be doing this in a hurry cuz im often busy w tumblr too and i might not notice it's already been minutes, hours, days or weeks after this request hdhsjsshbs
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đ/đ§ : iâm sorry i took so long to answer this request, zen. i got caught up with school. :( forgive me for being a lilâ rusty with my writing, iâm trying to get used to it again. hence why i split this into two parts. please enjoy!
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Absolute boredom was the only way to describe the end of the school day. The last class always seemed to drone on and on until Floyd found some form of entertainment in a random object, preferably one he could use to bother someone else. However, his joy would always be cut short due to Treinâs exceptionally keen vision and intolerance for disruptions. To put it kindly, he was a total buzz kill.
Hence the pure excitement Floyd felt when he exited the classroom, only to see you, the oh so famous prefect, taking down a larger student in mere seconds. It fascinated him, you were so tiny yet you took the big fishy down so quickly? Consider this eel impressed.
And he was not about to pass up this opportunity for entertainment, so he slowly approached you and the student that laid unconscious on the cold tile. It wasnât until he stood directly behind you that he uttered even a single word.
Floyd quietly put his head on your shoulder. âWhatcha doinâ, shrimpy?â He whispered.
You jumped back from the new presence, and of course it had to be Floyd of all people who found you. Talk about bad luck, he was not going to be letting this go.
A nervous chuckle left you as you turned to face him, your hands clasped together behind your back. âOh hey, Floyd. Whatâs up?â
He waved his hand in a relaxed manner. âOh, nothinâ much. I just so happened taâ be heading towards the lounge when I happened to see my Shrimpy making a ruckus.â
Your eyes widened in surprise. Then a thought occurred to you, could you trick Floyd? So, you quickly came up with an excuse. âWhat-!? No, I was just heading back to the dorm.â
The eel suddenly got serious, his mismatched eyes stared down at you, unblinking. âShrimpy, youâre a really bad liar.â
Okay, so that was a terrible excuse. You definitely should have seen this coming.
He relaxed his expression, an eagerness now playing behind his eyes. âLetâs cut to the chase. Howâd ya take that big fishy down so easily?â He asked.
You didnât reply for a moment, too shocked to come up with an answer.
Floyd then grabbed onto your shoulders, aggressively shaking your body as if money would start falling out of your pockets. âShrimpyyyy, câmon tell Floydie how you did it!â He whined
You released a loud sigh, putting your hands over Floydâs to hopefully cease his actions. âFine, I used martial arts.â
Floyd still had an iron grip on your shoulders, but upon hearing the boring explanation for your royal take down of a Diasomnia student, he slumped down with a pout. âThat simple of an explanation? You shouldâve just spit it out.â
His disappointed frown then turned into a large, sharp-toothy grin as he eagerly brushed passed you towards the poor student you knocked out. âLet me help ya dispose of the body!â
âFLOYD.â
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After finally being let out from his afternoon classes, Kalim was ready to get back to the dorm and set up for the banquet later that evening. But much to his surprise, he was soon met with a tantalizing sight upon turning the corner.
You, the esteemed prefect, famously known for rivaling even Silver in the sleepyhead department, towered over a student adorning a Savanaclaw uniform. The boy didnât seem injured, at least not from where Kalim was standing. Whatever trick you had pulled, it mustâve been a smooth take down.
This had the housewarden immediately intrigued.
Without missing a beat, the boy happily skipped over to where you stood. The books held in his hands were in a vice grip, his excitement could barely be contained. Attending Night Raven sure did have itâs surprises, but he was abnormally eager to approach you himself.
The white haired boy excitedly exclaimed.âWhoa, howâd you do that?â
You spun around to face the stranger before you, then it hit you. Didnât this guy look familiar? The garnet-red eyes, the white hair, and even the blindingly bright smile seemed recognizable. Oh, it was Kalim! Well, shit. This guy was notorious for having the determination of a lion working itâs damndest to catch itâs prey, there was no way you were getting out of this. The universe must hate you.
In a desperate attempt to escape the situation, you tried to brush him off. âPlease excuse me.â
You began walking in the opposite direction, but this housewarden was not going to give up.
Kalim continued to wear his bright smile, running up next to you to match paces. âBut, you were the only one around who couldâve done something like this.â
Incredulously, your eyes widened and you began to pick up the pace. âNo, he was like that when I found him.â
Kalim put his hands together like a puppy asking for treats. âPlease, tell me your secrets.â
His eyebrows then raised and a light bulb lit up above him. âI know, you can come to the banquet tonight and weâll be able to talk all about it!â
Your feet stopped and you were sure your face held the most confused look one could hold. You couldnât help but turn to face him. âWhat?â
Kalim bounced on the balls of his feet, eagerness radiating off of him. âYouâre officially invited to the banquet tonight!â
You didnât even know what to say to this.
And Kalim did not give you the time to answer. The boy gave you a grin and a quick wave. âIâll see you later, banquet duty calls!â
âWait-!â
Kalim didnât give you time to speak before he was already running off towards the Hall of Mirrors, clearly in high spirits because of his new friend. Friend? You werenât sure that the two of you had immediately reached that status, you mean, you had just met minutes ago. Though, an inkling feeling that he already thought of you as friends kept seeping into your mind.
It was pleasant. Maybe it wouldnât be so bad to go to the banquet.
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Jamil Viper, a calm and collected individual, never one to stand out too much, or cause trouble for others. Or at least, thatâs how you knew him before this incident.
It had been a normal day, as normal as a day could be at Night Raven College, and you had your sights set on someone. Typically, you were a student that wouldnât dare meddle or get in fights with anyone. But a certain second year Scarabia student just had to be a jerk to Ortho, the only person in NRC whoâs kindness rivaled Kalimâs, and you were not about to let this guy get away with his crimes against your good friend.
So, you set up a time and a place. Of course, you were not going to use your fists against this guy. You simply wanted a productive conversation to be held, like mature teenagers should have. But, no. The man came at you full throttle, he clearly did not read the letter you gave him at all. Whatever now became of him was in self-defense, and before you knew it he was on the ground.
And Jamil Viper had witnessed it. Not just a sliver of the altercation, all of it.
There was a silent staring contest between the two of you, no one dared to utter a word. It was thick and quite frankly, an odd situation to find yourself in. Jamil has had his fair share of weird encounters, but at this point he did not care about that. This was the icing on the cake to his already long, arduous list of tasks he needed to complete for the day.
To put it simply, his patience was thin.
âHe came at me first.â You quickly mumbled, already sensing the displeasure emanating from the vice housewarden.
Jamil sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to calm himself down. âI saw, donât worry about it. Iâll handle it.â
Although you felt tired after having used your energy, you didnât want to make him do it alone. It was not going to be an easy task to carry a boy over half his weight to the nurses office by himself. âYou sure? I can at least come to the nurses office with you.â
Despite your willingness to help, Jamil declined. âThat wonât be necessary, but thank you.â
He knelt down to the students place on the floor, grabbed his arm and wrapped it around his shoulder to take him to the nurses office. He didnât say another word either, simply walked off.
You stood still for a moment, soaking in whatever the hell just happened. âSee you around?â You muttered.
It was not until a few months later during your time training for the SDC that Jamil mentioned the incident regarding the Scarabia student again during a conversation over some snacks.
âI was trying to be discreet about the situation, it wasnât like I asked to start a fight!â You argued.
Jamil frowned, crossing his arms. âYou were not at all discreet about what you were doing, [Name]. Keep your voice lower if youâre going to go against school rules.â
You rolled your eyes in annoyance, already reaching your hand into the bag to grab another chip. âIâll definitely keep that mind next time I get into a fight.â You retorted, voice dripping with sarcasm.
That shit-eating grin Jamil loved to wear made itâs way to his face as he questioned you. âOh, so there will be a next time?â
Your eyes immediately hardened into a glare. âI hate you.â
He scoffed, leaning back in his chair all while continuing to wear that smile of his. âLovely to know that Iâm now an accomplice in your âJourney for Justice.ââ
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It was a beautiful sunny day when the incident occurred. Silver was enjoying a well deserved nap under a green, flourishing tree where the shade was just the perfect amount, not too hot and not too cold. There wasnât a single person around to make a lot of noise either, just the sounds of the leaves rustling back and forth. The conditions were absolutely perfect.
That was until the peacefulness ended.
The Diasomnia student slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light. He then let out a yawn, using his hands to push himself up into a sitting position. Then, he saw it.
You, the prefect, regarded for your sleepiness and kindness, being aggressively screamed at by a student in a Heartslabyul uniform. It seemed that you werenât in immediate danger, but the boy was getting more hostile by the minute. That much Silver could tell and he wasnât going to allow someone to get hurt.
He began getting to his feet when something interesting occurred, and it happened in only a matter of seconds. Silverâs theory proved to be true, the Heartslabyul student became more hostile and attempted to throw a punch at your face. Instead, you expertly dodged it and quickly used your hands to hit specific points on his body, causing him to clatter to the ground, completely unconscious.
It was something Silver had never seen before and he was intrigued.
With a grunt, you lifted the unconscious boys arm over your shoulder, though it proved to be quite difficult. The whole situation made you angrily curse under your breath. âI hope you learned your lesson. Picking on underclass men is a low thing to do and you know it, especially when youâve taken it too far. Riddle is not going to like this.â
Ah, so it was a noble act.
Regardless, Silver hastily made his way over to where you stood. He didnât hesitate with his words either. âIf you donât mind me asking, what tactic did you use to take down that student?â
Silverâs voice surprised you, he was always quiet in class and you had never really taken the time to pay attention to anything but your instructor. You truly didnât know what to think, so you didnât. You spoke without thinking. âOh, that.â
Well, shit. No pretending like you werenât involved anymore.
Upon seeing the look on your face, Silver awkwardly coughed. âPlease excuse me for asking.â
You shook your head, the cat was already out of the bag. âItâs alright, thereâs no hiding it now. You saw everything, didnât you? What I used to take down this man was a form of martial arts called kyusho jitsu, it uses pressure points to take down an opponent.â
Silverâs eyes lit up with curiosity. âThatâs very interesting. Would you mind telling me more?â
You grimaced, taking a glance down at the unconscious boy resting on your shoulder. âSorry, maybe another time? I need to get this guy to the nurses office.â
Silver didnât hesitate to move to the other side of the student, repeating the same action of lifting the boys arm around his shoulder. âI hope you donât mind if I assist you.â
Giving him a thankful smile, you turned to face towards the hall leading east. âThank you. I never got your name by the way, mine is [Name]. And yours?â
He returned the gesture with a small grin. âIâm Silver.â
âPleased to officially meet you then, Silver.â
âLikewise.â
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Cw/ I stereotype brits so much in this story, mantion of colonization and also i talk shit abt eel jelly in this fic, if you are a fan of eel jelly im sorry (especially abt your shity taste in cuisine). Still learn english so idk if this fic is readable (my passion to learn english almost vanish the moment i learn the existence of eel jelly).
Since 141 is brits (yes Johnny you r scottish but Scotland is still part of uk and i still gonna stereotype you for this fic) and im southeast asian and consider my self as someone with mid level space tolerance... suddenly thinking abt the first time high spice tolerance! reader cook for the boys.
The first time they saw you in thr kitchen, they got ecstatic. You gonna cook for them and from the smell they know the food gonna be good. But when they try it... The food just too spicy for them, Kyle practically run to the fridge to get milk and Simon just mumbling abt met the angel of death (hes fine. He just a drama queen).
"What kind of spice you put in the food?," John ask. You roll your eyes when Johnny said something abt shit from hell.
"Its mostly garlic, turmeric, and several type of pepper. Its isnt spicy at all."
"I hate to inform you but pepper is spicy."
"Depends. Black pepper isnt."
"Its is."
"Stop try argue abt spices with me, Simon. You brits colonized half the world for spices but cant stomach one."
"We sell it. Not eat it."
"Shame on you and your eel jelly."
John who just done drink half jug of milk suddenly say "Whats wrong with eel jelly?"
"John. Whats right abt it?"
"Well, its edible."
"Its looks like vomit."
"Still edible."
"Spices also edible."
"Too spicy to be edible."
"You probably say salt is spicy."
Johnny who looks like his soul just came back from his trip to another universe (bless him) chipin "It could be."
"Johnny, sorry to inform you but theres a problem with your taste buds"
"You the one who have problem with your tast buds. How can you say that food isnt spicy?"
"Im not a bitch and you just have shit taste in food."
They still eat it tho. And you make different food for them with less spices (much for your own dismay). Your ancestors almost crawl back up from the grave because of it... Its fine as long as the boys enjoy your cook.
(You try to add more spices to their food slowly to build their spice tolerance. Dont tell them)
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Accidentally erased a word from my phone keybord. Im crying.
"Probably" looks so funny to me. I almost thought its isnt a real word. Its not the reason i erase it tho. The reason i erase it 100% because my finger is faster than my brain.
If you ask where kyle after he run for the milk? Legend say he still in front of the fridge. Devour all your icecream.
Edit : feel bad to stereotype brits but i got piss of by eel jelly so much felt like i got historcal flashback abt brits killed my ancestors.
Edit: its a shame that brits choose british museums as "souvenirs" for their colonial era. Not food. Maybe thats why London sky looks depressing... because the ppl isnt happy enough, because the food looks like a prison camp food.
Now i talk shit abt brits too much but their food is a fucking crime to society especially to the nation that they colonize.
Edit: just found of of stargazy pie.
#nx'swrite#poly!141 x reader#141 x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#soap x reader#john soap mctavish x reader#john price x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader
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Shark Merperson reader is real gud.
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(HOLY FUCK. THANK YOU TO WHICH EVER ANON REQUESTED THAT BECAUSE I FUCKIN LOVE SHARKS.
Now Im thinking of a Price x Reader, because shars are the oldest species known to exist. Obviously sharks arent immortal, they've just been on this earth way b4 tress bloody existed.
So Im thinking the readers an eldritch creature, they represent sharks as a whole, as long sharks exsist they exsist. Heck they mights of even of been Prices mentor when he was in his draconic 100s? (Late 20s?).
Imagine Price missing his friend calls him up to see hows hes doing. Reader elated to meet an old friend, accepts the invitation to meets up with him. Reader definitely scolds him for lossing a wing, honestly is pertrified Price lost a piece of himself and thought he was retiring due to it. Cut ahort to him smacking him slap dab on the head when he learns he's lost it a long time ago and didnt tell him.
Cue wholesome interactions th 141 and etc. Heck maybe some romance with Price.
Just a blurb i had yo tell you abt)
Okay, this tickles my eldrich abomination trying to act human itch
CW:SFW, eldritch reader, kissing
Price knows you're there the second he steps onto the old wooden pier, able to smell seaweed and brine and something in the air â what he thinks the bottom of the ocean smells like, old rot of decaying whales and older heat of geothermal vents â the soft wind billowing his hair like the breathing of an elderly beast.
He knows you're watching him, passively at least, washed up mermaid purses dotting the beach to give you a glimpse of the world above the waves through the yolks vital for the pup's survival, able to dream of the warm sun and course sand while you slumber beneath the waves.
"Oi, ser, yer look like a wee lass waiting for her sailor." Soap's sharp voice cuts through the air, the werewolf far too energized for his own good, the sand in his fur not dampening his mood when he can just shake himself off and flick the grains on Simon.
"Hah," Price snorts, "Maybe I am." He tilts his head back to the sea, sharp eyes watching the breaking waves. "Time to wake up old friend." He mutters your mangled name under his breath, mortal lips and vocal cords unable to replicate your own voice.
The young ones in his team lack the sight needed to notice your form slowly rise from the sea like a submarine breaking through the ice, only the visible flicker of air and the receding water keying them in. Price old enough to see you without needing the inner surface of his skull to be dotted with eyes. Though even he sees your real form like a man having a stroke â vaguely familiar at first yet the details are undefinable â flesh and sea melding together without rhyme or reason, long strings of seaweed bearing miniature eyes with pups wriggling inside, cookie cutter sharks boring holes through finless corpses so long eel sharks may form ever reforming sinews, fossilized bone and old rock giving giving support to the massive insult to reality's laws; birth and life wrapped up in death.
You're an affront to logic. And with one sneeze from existence itself you're human standing in front of him.
Eerily human.
Perfectly human.
Almost.
"What the fuck?" He can faintly hear Gaz's voice, all of them only now noticing you stand where you weren't previously.
Your hand touches his back before he even registers you move, always slightly damp, "When did this happen?" You ask as you trace the spot where his wing used to be. "What did this?"
"And a 'hello' to you too sweetheart." He clasps a hand around your waist, purring softly in greeting as he pulls you closer to his chest. Even if he sees you once every few centuries, even if you don't possess the ability to reciprocate, his love for you is as youthful as it was when he was but a wyrm.
Your facial features remain neutral like the ones of sunken statues, but you blink, and for a few seconds he can see that yawning abyss in your eyes. "Hi." You say, your hand still tracing the bump created by atrophied flight muscles, trying to judge how fresh it is. "Explain."
Your tone sounds like a predator baring it's teeth, but he knows you wouldn't harm him. "In a lil' bit." He snorts, puts pressure on your back until he forces your legs to move. "Come, want you to meet my boys."
The introductions are odd on both ends considering you hadn't spoken with people other than Price since that Icarus of a passenger ship mistook your fin for an iceberg and they've never met an old one like you. But you like them, they compliment Price just like the small scale he gave you makes the pearls and gold offered to you through the ages shine more.
Even if your face is unreadable, somehow they can figure out you're not too amused when you hear he'd lost his wing during a mission. "I told you arrogance would cost you." You at least you can mimic a sigh as you rub your head, "At least you retired." You say,
"We wish!" Soap snorts before he can help it, and the next thing they hear is a horrific crack that has them jumping out of their skin.
Your head had whipped 180 degrees with the rest of your body remained in place, the laws of nature nothing more but blurry guidelines. "You. . .did retire?" You ask, voice like the roar of a whirlpool.
"About that," Price starts, unable to finish his thought as you slap him upside the head as if he's still the whelp who thought he could brave an ocean storm.
"You'll put me in the grave." You growl, holding him by the ear, words spilling from your mouth like seawater filling the empty bowels of a ship. "I swear your scaly hide hasn't learned a single thing-"
"Should we help?" Gaz wonders as they watch you chastise their captain like he's a boy.
"No, this is great entertainment." Ghost chuckles.
"Want me ta grab the popcorn?" Johnny ads, already snacking, tail thumping against Simon's leg and growling playfully when Gaz reaches for the snacks.
Eventually your anger relents, mood changing as swiftly as the tide. You spend the time they have left learning about the men he's chosen as his hoard. Kyle's a bit weary of you just due to his harpy nature, but soon enough you two can be found sitting on the pier and fishing, and if you purposely make the waves flow so a big fish snags on Kyle's line, Price never says anything about it, not when his boy has a smile as big as the sun when he looks at the gigantic fish flopping on his hook.
You attempting to help Soap cook the barbeque, but you're fine motor skills are rusty after all these years of slumber, so the food is slightly burnt but Price loves when his food's basically charcoal and eats it with a smile, especially as it keeps you from telling all the embarrassing stories you have of him, from when he got his ass bit by a squid to when he was so horny he ended up rutting against an extra curvy piece of rock, though the rest have already heard enough dirt to bury him for the next several decades.
Unfortunately for Price, you and Ghost hit it off like a house on fire, and Ghost ends up learning far too many ways to hurt people without killing them that most definitely are against the Geneva conventions but you pull seniority on it. Simon in turn, teaches you how to play cards, which, when you're literally a god that can see almost everything including your opponent's cards, means the shmucks Simon ropes into playing you and Simon end up with empty pockets.
As the sun stars to dip behind the horizon you wind up sitting next to Price by the fire, the others splashing in the water.
You feel his wing spread behind your back to pull you closer to him, "I missed this." He says, knowing you won't comment on the 'I missed you' hidden behind his vellum words.
"Last time we met like this Napoleon was still emperor." You hum, a small yawn escaping you, sharp tips of shark teeth peeking from human gums. "And you had two wings." You can't help but point out, making it clear you've not forgiven him about not informing you.
Price pointedly ignores your later comment, his hand tentatively, almost shyly, reaching down to sit on top of yours. "Afraid I'll forget about you?"
His pulse picks up when you shift your hand to hold his, fingers lacing together when you don't have a tail as a human. "You wait for me." You shrug, holding your free arm up, reality wheezing for a few moments before his scale is suddenly in your hand, shiny and unharmed just as it was when he'd given it to you all those years ago. "And I dream of you."
His eyes widen and heart melts, a purr rumbling in his chest "C'mere sweetheart," He rumbles and pulls you into a kiss, free hand holding your chin stable.
You taste of salt and blood, of chilling cold and boiling heat, of something ancient and familiar and Price drinks it all down like a babe, tongue licking in your mouth and fangs nibbling on your lip, feeling you respond, the touch of hungering god as soft as silk, just to him.
But he knows this won't last.
A shark has no reason to stay on land, and a dragon can't survive underwater regardless of how much he wants. Soon you'll return to slumber, and Price won't know when he'll see you again, if he'll see you again, or if you'll learn of his passing when your waves swallow up his ashes.
He doesn't notice the prickling in his eyes but you do, wiping a stray tear with the pad of your thumb, your other hand still wrapped around his. "Don't worry John," You say, statue features finally cracking into a small smile, "I'll stay for a little while." You say and lead him into another kiss, the other members of TF141 leaving you two to catch up on lost time...
#gnome's tea break#gnome correspondence#đŠanon#trinkets from the hoard#cod mw2#x reader#male reader#captain john price#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#captain john price x male reader#captain john price x reader#eldritch reader#monster 141 au#monster cod au#cod monster au
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Ok so I was thinking about a smut with a leech and wanted to ask you to do (i love how u write)
What about a AFAB!reader that likes to open her mouth and sometimes you do it without realizing it.
I read somewhere that eels have it like an invitation to mate or something like that (dont remember so much)
And about if is jade or floyd⊠well, both are my favs so I cant choose. What works better I guess
EEK TYSM!!! I feel as tho floyd would fit this better bc jade is a smart boy, probs knows that humans just open their mouths wide for random shit but floyd
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Hes a lil stupid when it comes to these things(I love him I swear)
10/10, would fuck in the VIP room again
-floyd probably lmao(also the name of the fic)
â§CW!!! fem reader, breeding kink yas slay, unsafe sex(wear condoms kids), degrading(? Floyd calls us a slut for yawning around other men but he loves us đ€), little to no foreplay hes too hawny, semi public sex, pwp?, mentions of jade but light, none that I can think of right now but floyd is such a silly little goose(im terrified of him)
NOT PROOFREAD
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â§ you were originally here to study.
Seeing as your boyfriend, Floyd, was nowhere to be seen. Sitting in the mostro lounge while waiting for Floyd to be on break was a normal occurrence.
Since it had been awhile with slight glimpses of him taking care of customers, you decided to start studying on your own. Opening up a text book and starting to read and take notes, Jade comes over with your order.
"Apologies for my brother taking so long. The customers he has are being seriously rude, we're trying our best to have him not squish them." Jade says as he places your tea on the table in front of you.
"How long will he be?" You ask as you take a small sip of your tea. Jade rests his chin on his hand as he closes his eyes, seemingly in thought.
"Soon." He simply says as he walks away.
Although odd, you've gotten used to Jades strange behavior. As you were about to return to studying, you spotted Floyd waiting on the table across from you. He shoots you a smile before turning back to his customers.
You took that as a sign to go back to studying. Flipping open your text book, you begin to take notes again. As you get further into the book, your eyelids begin to feel heavy. Resting your head on your hand, you start to close your eyes for longer periods once blinking.
As you began to drift off to a light sleep, you felt yourself yawning as you began to shift in your chair.
Having finally settled in a comfortable position, you begin to get lulled into a peaceful sleep by the surround sound of calming music in the lounge.
Drifting off, you get woken up by a sudden loud noise. "Boo!" It was Floyd, creeping up behind you just to scare you awake. Playfully punching his chest as you complain about how you just fell asleep, he takes your hand, leading you off somewhere.
"Floyd, where are you taking me?" You say between giggles. "Somewhere, it'll be fun, I promise." He says as he gives you a wink.
He leads you to the VIP room, which usually isn't occupied by anyone, like now. Just the two of you. He turns around to lock the door, he turns back to you, eyes widened with an unpleasant look on his face.
"That thing you did out there, I cant believe you did it infront of other men. Do you understand what they may think now? Think im not your boyfriend? Think I dont treat you well enough?" Confusion. All you felt in the moment was pure confusion.
"Floyd, what the fuck are you talking about? I was just studying, nothing happened." You could tell he was getting frustrated. "That thing! Where you opened your mouth wide!"
"You mean yawning? The.... thing people do.... when they're tired?"
"You can't do that around merfolk." Oh. Oh? This seems like something you can tease him on.
"Oh? And whys that, Mr eel boy?" You say as you chuckle. Somehow, floyd got even more pissed at this, he slammed both your arms above you and against the wall behind you, eyes still wide, and very much angry.
"You don't understand what you're doing. You're making a mating invite by doing that, what if the other merfolk saw? Or worse, what if Jade saw?"
"Floyd im sorry okay, I didn't mean to, seriously-" you were cut off by him smashing his lips onto yours, you fed into it, not resisting in the slightest.
He began to sink his head down to your neck, making soft bites on it and licking up the semi bloody aftermath. "If you want to act like a slut, then I'll fuck you like one." He says before digging his open hend into the flesh of your thigh and biting down on your collar bone.
You choke out a groan at the sudden pain as floyd slowly kisses the bite, making it feel more pleasurable than anything.
Once hes done, he looks up at you. "You're okay with this, right?"
"Yeah, just don't do anything stupid." You're able to say between puffs of hot air. Giving you a smile, he hooks his finger under the strap of your panties, taking his other hand off your wrists. Sliding down the peice of fabric while biting off his glove, he starts to suck on your neck as he begins to work his fingers into you.
Taking his thumb and rubbing it over your clit as he slowly sinks two fingers inside you. You moan out as he begins to curl them in you, sucking on the bite mark you made earlier.
"F-fuck... I cant take it anymore." Floyd groans out as he unbuckles his belt. Lining up his thick cock with your hole, "You're sure you're okay with this, right?" He says one last time in a panted breath.
"Yes just... don't do anything stupid-" and you were cut off once again by him doing something stupid.
He thrusts his whole length into you at once, earning a low, throaty groan from him as you were just trying to find stability. He takes both you thighs and wraps them around his waist, being able to hit much deeper in the position.
Mere seconds later, all the pain you felt turned into pure, absolute pleasure as he started fucking you against the wall.
Filling the room with moans of utter bliss from the both of you, having Floyd come completely undone after minutes. "I'm gonna fill you up so fucking good- make everyone know you're mine- have those other eel bitches know if you're gonna be a slut, you're gonna be mine, understood?"
You're barely able to make his words out as you start to feel lightheaded from the pleasure. His grip on you tightens as you feel him twitch inside you. "Fuck, im gonna-" he was cut off by a powerful moan as he came inside you, slowing down his pace in the process.
Floyd slowly sinks down to the floor as he places you down on it, leaving you for a moment as he grabs a wash cloth. He starts to clean you in silence, waiting for you to say something. You were too tired to speak, however.
Once you're clean, he makes himself presentable again as he picks you up and walks you back to your table. Once he sets you down, he walks off and brings back a bottle of water and some snacks.
"Dont worry, they're on me." He says with a wink.
As he turns to walk away, you grab onto his sleeve to get his attention. He leans in close to hear you over the bustling crowd. "Floyd, I didn't get to fini-" he places his index finger over your mouth.
"Now, now, I didn't forget my dear, I promise. If you're good today then I'll double it tonight, hm?" And with that, he walks off and returns to his job where jade and azul kept yelling at him for bailing.
As you sit in silence while occasionally looking over at Floyd, he makes eye contact with you while being yelled at. Going back to you table, you realize something, your tea has gone cold.
Oh dear, whoever will you call over to replace it?
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A/n: i had no clue how to end this fic wiwhwihsiwow im going insane
#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland smut#twst smut#floyd leech#floyd twst#twst floyd#floyd leech smut#twst floyd smut#floyd twst smut#jade is mentioned but hes not important#sorry jade enjoyers lmao
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Happy New Year!
abdbskdhs okay so i dont like to get sentimental butâ Even though i was really inactive for a solid few months a while back, and i dont interact with people a whole lot, and im generally not a pleasant person to get to know, thank you all for supporting me throughout 2024 đ€đ€đ€đ€đ€
its been something of a rough year IRL for me, it still kind of is, but ive been glad to have a relatively safe space to come back to when life is too much, whether i go talk w/ people on discord or post on hereâ thank you guys for every reblog, every ask, etc. !!!!
it TECHNICALLY isnt even 2025 for me yet, its only around 7 PM as im posting thisâ but since for a lot of you it already is the new year, i decided id be nice and post this early (*ÂŽâïœ*)
very short pre-relationship floyu fic under the cut !
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Omikuji
〧㶠Great Curse
âAâŠAh.â
Yuhua laughed softly in disbelief. Of course, of all the fortunes he could have drawn, it had to be the least likely and the most ominous. Heâd been hoping for an average âsmall curse,â maybe⊠but his luck was never this bad, was it? If the probability of drawing good luck was higher than bad luckâthen, what were the chances of drawing the worst luck?
âWhat a joke. And this is my only fortune for the whole yearâŠâ
There was no re-drawing omikujiâYuhua resigned himself to his fate.Â
âItâs just a prediction, anyway,â he murmured, fiddling with the slip. âIt canât do anything to me⊠If I stay a skeptic, Iâll be immuneâŠâ
Despite his attempts at convincing himself to stay unaffected, he still felt his spirits sink significantly. What did it say about his future, if his very first day of the year was off to such a poor start?
âHaa⊠What could be worse luck than what Iâve already gone through since coming here?â
Nearly dying (several times), breaking a leg, being kicked out of his place of residence, getting flung across the desertâŠ
âŠthere were worse things. He was almost definitely jinxing himself.
Fervently, Yuhua shook his head, as if that could somehow erase his thoughts. âThat was just one instance of bad luck,â he insisted to himself under his breath. âSomething good will happen to me nextââ
âWhatâre you muttering about over here, Koi-chan?âÂ
âGahââ Yuhua nearly jumped out of his skin; he felt a familiar eelâs chin come to rest upon the top of his head. âF-Floyd?â
Floyd hummed his confirmation. âDidja draw a fortune already?â
âUh⊠Yeah.â
âLemme see.â
âIâm not sure if youâd really want to seeâ âŠwell, you wouldnât care anyway.â Hesitantly, Yuhua unfolded his slip of paper for Floyd to look at the top. âGreat Curse. You?â
âYiiikes.â Floyd whistled. âI got a Curse to come. Your luck must suck, Koi-chan~â
â...no need to remind me.â
âBut thatâs okay!â continued Floyd, undeterred and cheerful. He hooked an arm around Yuhuaâs shoulders in a half-hug. âYouâre not gonna let it stop you, right? Letâs go tie âem up.â
âOhâUhââÂ
The whirlwind that was Floyd Leech had already caught Yuhua in its grasp. He blinked, emerging from his almost depressive trance.Â
It really was as simple as that, wasnât it?
â...Yeah,â he agreed, letting himself smile. âSure. Letâs go.â
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hii!! This probably sounds weird but im gonna try making it sound betterđđ
I would like to request floyd, idia, azul, and lilia (or malleus instead of lilia) with a bitey s/o! That sounds weird but i mean- an mc who bites them, but not too hard,, almost playful, and friendly (?) I would like to clarify that theyre not a child, just a really bitey 18 y/ođ
Can be platonic or romantic! Tysm for even reading this, and writing this even tho it sounds so, so weird, and sillyđđ (honestly not sure if ure even gonna write this but hopefully nlng,, thankyu pođ)
Floyd, Idia, and Azul with a S/O Who Likes To Bite Them!
I hope you don't mind that I made it kind of like impulsive thoughts that the mc actually goes through with. But oh my goodness I had this request sitting on the bottom of my inbox and drafts because of school... I also had no clue what to write for Lilia or Malleus so I apologize. I hope you enjoy it though!
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Floyd Leech
Okay but like let's be honest here. Floyd is biting you back lmao.
The first time you bit him he was probably confused but probably giddy just from excitement.
I can see Floyd being a bitty child as he grew up just trying to bite anyone he could. Yes, Floyd has at least tried to bite Azul once when they were children. This would be an expression of him being happy, content or protective of a friend Floyd.
So when he realized you liked biting him, he was excited he could regain his bitty habits, much to Azul's dismay.
If you ever bite him whether it be in public or private be ready to be bitten back.
"Oh, Shrimpy wants to play today?~" Floyd stated as he gave you a toothy grin. You laughed nervously, glancing up at the 6-foot lanky eel. "So what if I do?" You joke, turning your heel to head to the VIP room which Azul had called you to previously in the day.
Floyd wasn't having it though, gaining a tight grasp on your wrist and pulling you back to see his heterochromatic eyes staring down at you. "Nuh uh uh~ Shrimpy want to play, so I want to play too!" He said gleefully as he went to nibble on your ear, making you shriek.
"Floyd we're out in public you can't do right now," you scolded him. "Big talk for a shrimp who bit me first,~" he slyly smirked at you as his grasp on your wrist loosened but as you started to walk away into the Monstro Lounge's VIP room you knew that this incident wasn't going to be dropped when you visited Floyd later.

Azul Ashengrotto
Once again I headcanon that Floyd was a biter as a child. This means that Azul has had his encounters with people who seem to not think exactly before they do something
Not saying that you were exactly like Floyd but it does give Azul flashbacks when he feels your teeth on his supple skin.
He has and will yelp if you catch him off guard. Depending on whether you're in public or not he will shoot you a glance saying "Stop, people are watching."
He's learnt how to deal with you and your... Biting tendencies and he loves you for it. He's begun to tease you for it at times as well when he's bold just to see that red hue creep up on your cheeks and that adorable embarrassed face you make.
However, he won't be as pleased if you and your impulsive thoughts bite him when he's in an important meeting for the lounge...
Ever since you and Azul got together, it became normal to see you sitting in his office, sometimes even during his meetings. In the dimly lit room chatter amongst the two parties, "Mr. McCo, I understand there's been a recent storage of chickens but that's no reason to jump the prices by 10 dollars by the pound."
"Mr. Ashengretto, that's just how it works there's been a much more scarcity of chicken that I must make this price jump."
You were just sitting beside Azul not paying too much attention to the bargaining at hand and instead the light on the ceiling. Your eyes wandered till you saw Azul's shoulder. You wondered how it would feel if you just..
CHOMP!
Well, there goes that business deal.
Idia Shroud
Congrats, you broke him.
Okay but seriously though, Idia has never really had confidence and this concept bled into his thoughts about his appearance. He has flaming hair and sharp, shark-like teeth due to his family curse. Anything related to it he despises with all of his being.
I could see the two of you petty bickering about something, probably game-related and it morphs into something else leading to his appearance. Off-handedly mentioning how he's "scary and could eat you with his sharp teeth."
You can imagine at that goes over, the two of you bursting out in laughter at the stupidity.
Then suddenly, CHOMP!
You jokingly made an attempt on his arm.
Idia yelped at the sudden movement you made on him pulling back his arm. "What- What was that for?!" He exclaimed, "There's more than one person who can bite." You snicker, and in return, Idia stares at you in horror.
"I- What the hell is wrong with you?!"
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Yeah... Maybe don't bite Idia lol

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This is for you @z-eel - messy and desperate (innocent?) James. My hand slipped. Did I write this instead of doing lecture notes?Mayyybe! no beta we die like Regulus in the cave.
relationship: James Potter x Evan Rosier
tags: fingering, overstimulation, corruption kink if you squint, sex toys, trans masc James Potter word count: 2.8k
warnings; mentioned dubious consent if you pull out a magnifying glass, IT IS PURE FILTH BELOW THIS CUT IM WARNING YOU - MINORS DNI,
James used to be satisfied with just his imagination, maybe a vibrator, or just his fingers massaging tight circles into his clit. That used to be enough for him. Unfortunately Evan ruined that for James.
A few drinks and a confession of never having fingered himself beyond rubbing his clit got him in Evan's bed that same night. It was all about James. Evan took his time with him too.Â
That's how he finds himself laying flat on his back in his bedroom of their shared apartment, as he chases for a feeling he knows only Evan could ever give him.
James whimpers as he imagined that night for what felt like the thousandth time in a row. How gentle Evan was with him. His mouth that easily pressed gentle and wet kisses to his hot skin. The heat of his mouth was somehow cool if he remembers correctly.Â
He tries to remember how Evan did it. He moved slowly and methodically. Usually he was anything but that with himself, always quick to jump to the good part. He shivers with slight excitement as he thinks about replicating that near heavenly experience with Evan.Â
James starts with his nipples, gently pinching and rolling them between his fingers. He made it a point to avoid touching his top surgery scars, or it would send any arousal he had down to zero. He gently traced down his body and to his thighs, being very light and careful not to touch his already wet pussy just yet.Â
His brow was furrowed as he traced gentle patterns into his tan skin, biting his lip in thought. He got slightly distracted and tangled his fingers in his pubic hair pulling gently twisting the black coils between his fingers black, he almost felt like giving up and just rubbing at his clit and calling it a day. But that was the problem, it wasn't enough for him anymore. It's been nearly two weeks and he hasn't been able to orgasm properly. It didn't feel like enough for him. He refocused after that, and very lightly put his fingers on his clit.Â
James doesn't move his fingers at first, letting his hips press up into his hand, as he makes himself work for it. It sent a pleasant feeling directly to his clit. He bit his lip, not pressing the pad of his fingers a little harder into the dark pink skin that was growing a little darker with arousal.Â
He felt himself grow a little wetter, so he dipped down to where his hole was and scooped up some of the wetness to rub against his clit, and the slippery slick made it feel even better. He doesn't get too ahead of himself but still it was familiar enough that it felt good. He allowed himself just lazy circles until he had enough courage to go in himself. He tries to imagine what Evan did to give him a guiding path.Â
When Evan touched him that night he was beautifully slow. In a way that James appreciated. Not so gentle that he felt fragile, but in a way he felt worshipped. Appraising his body and skin like it was gold in human form. When he first pushed into him with his spit slicked finger it stung something awful, and he wanted Evan to stop then. He remembers Evan starting a gentle pushing and pulling motion that made it feel a little better until the stinging sensation came back with the second one. The pattern was joined by a gentle scissoring of his fingers. His long and slender fingers curled in such a way that made him see stars. He remembers seeing Evan's greedy grin and eyes that could only be described as ravenous. Just the memory of his dark eyes had him keening softly to himself.
James took every detail from that memory and tried to put it into practice. He spread his legs a little more, his hand pausing the rubbing of his clit to dip his pointer finger in. The pressure was back, but it didn't sting as much this time around. He realized with a bit of horror that his finger didn't quite reach as far as Evan's did. He let out a pitiful noise at that. He pulled away and figured his middle finger would reach the depths that Evan's hand did. He felt sweat beginning to build on the back of his knees as he focused. His face grew hot and he bit his lip a little harder as he tried once more with his middle finger.
No luck, he guessed he'd have to settle for how full Evan had made him feel with just his fingers. Hopefully that would be enough.Â
Half an hour later he found himself ass up in the air, desperately grinding on three of his fingers trying to get off. He bit at his pillow, not wanting to give up on trying to please himself. He felt the semblance of an orgasm building as he pressed against a spot that felt sort of as good. And he shifted slightly, getting excited to finally cum and the shift threw off his rhythm and he cried out pathetically as he lost the building momentum.Â
"Please..." he groaned into his pillow to no one in particular. James just wanted to cum for fucks sake! He'd felt as if he'd denied himself at least four times. His wrist was growing sore and he was becoming uncomfortably sweaty. His skin felt raw and sticky where he rubbed at his entrance each time he pulled out.Â
Distantly he hears the front door unlock, and Evan announces his arrival as he comes into their apartment. James is still writhing desperately with his ass in the air as he dips as far as he can get into his pussy. He's whining and almost crying as he tries to get off.
He's shook out of his daze by Evan's burst of laughter, he pulls his fingers out with a startle and turns to face him as he blinks himself to focus after having his eyes shut for so long. Evan slings his bag to the floor and looks at James after he collects himself.Â
"Look at you- so pathetic." he sneers, taking in the state that James was currently in. The duvet of his bed was thrown to the floor. A half empty bottle of lube at his side. His glasses were thrown askew to the other side of the bed. The beginnings of tears were rimming his eyes, his tanned cheeks a little red from being shoved into his pillow for so long.Â
James shivers under his scrutiny, oddly enough at being caught he only grew wetter. He let out a gasp as Evan grabbed his wrist tugging James to his knees as he looked at his fingers that had grown wrinkly at how long he had them shoved in his wet pussy.Â
"Jamie, how long have you been doing this?" his voice asked near serenely as he gently kissed the pads of his fingers, looking at him for an answer. He grips his wrist a little harder when James looks at him with a gaping mouth similar to that of a fish out of water.Â
"Answer me when I ask you a question, pretty baby. How long have you been at it like a desperate dog in heat?" he interrogates.Â
He makes an indignant noise as a new rush of arousal floods his system. "I- I don't know..." he says in a whiny voice. "Evan please..." he begs, tugging his own wrist back to mouth at the fingers Evan still had wrapped against his skin. James tongue laps, the flat of it taking in the pure taste of them that mixed so nicely with Evan's sweat and the heady taste of his metal rings. He kisses each individually as he maintains eye contact with the light haired boy. Evan scoffs and rolls his eyes.Â
"You still can't get yourself off with your own fingers? I spent so much time out of my night just to show you how. Ugh, you really are stupid aren't you?" he taunts his voice full of mean amusement. His gaze is full of judgement and heat as he looks down at the man in his bed.Â
At this point James' pulse was rushing in his ears, his thighs rubbing futilely together slick with lube and his own wetness. "No- No... I can't." he whimpers, licking his lips. "I need you to do it. Evan- please..." he begs. He looks up at him almost as if praying at the altar. His bare skin Evan's to touch and manipulate with ease if he so chose to.
Evan simply shakes his head, his face blank. "No, you're going to do it how I showed you." he says sternly. James whimpers, but doesn't press further or beg any longer. He just needed to cum.Â
James lowers himself back onto his back, his legs falling open near obscenely as he exposes himself to Evan. His eyes drink in James' trembling body, admiring the goosebumps that started appearing over his skin as he took in every detail. Not to mention his little puffy and abused looking hole absolutely shining with arousal. Evan licks his lips and nearly salivates at the idea of getting a taste, but that's for another day.Â
Evan sits at James' desk chair, and crosses his legs. Relaxed as if he's having a normal conversation, but the look he's giving James says otherwise. "What are you waiting for? Show me what I taught you." he orders.Â
James feels a shiver go down his spine, and his hand dips back down and plays with his clit once more as he makes eye contact with Evan. He takes in a sharp breath, the sensation much stronger now that Evan is watching him. Evan makes a noise that almost sounds reassuring if James felt delusional enough, which he does feel delusional enough.Â
His hand moves down and he pushes a finger into himself with a small pant, and slowly adds a second one, making a scissoring motion with his fingers and he pumps in and out of himself. He whines pathetically.Â
"Evan.. 's not enough!" he pushes against a spot inside him that feels almost just as good as when Evan fingered him and he curls his fingers against the spot almost repeatedly moving a bit faster trying to get himself to the finish line. His wrist hurts now, and the spot was growing a bit sore. He feels the beginnings of an orgasm once more. He gets a bit closer to his climax than last time before a wave of exhaustion hits him that has the angle changing.Â
"No!" he shouts with tears rimming his eyes once more. His hole clenches around nothing and he kicks at the sheets like a child throwing a tantrum. He's lost count of how many times he's failed at something simple. On his own body no less! Evan knew his body better than him at this point. Hot tears start to roll down his face from the frustration.Â
He pants, sitting up on an elbow as his other hand reaches down and spreads himself apart for Evan. "Please- tell me what I'm doing wrong" he begs.Â
Evan shakes his head. He allows a fond smile to grace his features. "You're too focused on finishing, such a cum slut." he clicks his tongue reaching from his spot and flicking his sensitive clit in admonishment. James' body lurches at the sharp sting of his flick, a low and scratchy groan leaving his lips.Â
He stands from his spot at the desk chair, slipping off his shoes. Evan situates himself behind James, his back against the headboard. He pats the spot between his legs beckoning for him to sit there. James scrambles thinking he's finally going to get what he so desperately needs.Â
Evan hooks James' legs up on his own lifted knees, his legs spread wide open. At this new position James can't help but shift nervously at the way shame fills his veins in a way that burns. A few seconds of stillness passes between them and Evan grows impatient. He tugs James' head back by his curls.Â
"You weren't expecting me to do it for you, were you? Again, just focus on feeling good, pet." he whispers into his ear. James whines pathetically, as his fingers push themselves back into his red and sore hole pumping them in and out at a slow pace trying to feel good.Â
And for a while it does. Evan holds him in position, and all he has to focus on is a slow momentum he feels...nice. His head lulls against Evan's shoulder, his whines and whimpers burying themselves into his neck. His other hand comes around to do lazy circles around his aching clit, which Evan allows and he feels himself right on the edge.Â
James swallows hard, his eyes closed in focus as he chases that feeling. He doesn't dare change the way his own fingers are pumping in and out of him, but the speed on his clit picks up and he's letting out choked up noises. "I'm- I'm going to cum- please.." he doesn't know why he's pleading, he was going to cum regardless of permission. He feels his feet point and flex as his muscles tense and his orgasm washes over him.
"Good job see, was that hard?" Evan scoffs watching his muscles twitch and his hole pulse as James pulls out. He smirks softly to himself as scratches James' scalp.Â
 It's not nearly as satisfying as when Evan did it, but it's what he's needed for almost an hour. His moans are choked and desperate as he fucks himself through his orgasm, trashing slightly in Evan's hold. He pulls away from his own abused hole and tries to close his legs, but Evan's knees hold him open. Evan shakes his head.Â
"We're not done yet." he tells him, and before James can answer, Evan has already fished his vibrator he keeps so conveniently stashed under his pillow and brandishes it in front of him, flicking it on and holding it meanly to his sore clit.Â
James cries out loudly, and trashes in his hold. His moans choked and his head was thrown back against Evan's clothed shoulder. "N-no wait! I just- I just came please I can't." It's only made worse by Evan's fingers finally slipping where James had begged them to be only moments before and before he knew it he was hurdling over the edge once more.Â
His vision whites out as he stops breathing for a minute, processing all the sensations, like Evan's fingers hitting so perfectly against the spot that made it feel like he could see the universe, his toy pressed against his clit making his thigh shake uncontrollably. The tears were back again as he arched against Evanâs hold.Â
All Evan is doing is drinking in the way he reacts, loving the feeling of control he has over James. Fully content in showing him that only he could give him something like this. Make him feel so good over and over that heâs crawling back every time to be fucked in a way that only Evan can give him.Â
He doesnât let up even as Jamesâ nails dig into his arms, pumping in and out hitting the spot just inside his entrance that will leave him a mess. He watches as the dark haired man in front of him trashes only growing slightly still as his third orgasm over takes him with a loud scream, Evan digs his fingers harsher against the spot trying to get him to squirt. âEvan-â James rasps, âI feel- no- I feel like- please stop Iâm going to make a messâ he begs pathetically. He doesnât let up. âThatâs exactly what I want, let go for me baby.â he growls, turning the vibrator up a notch and laughing slightly as Jamesâ body does exactly as Evan wanted, like a little puppet attached to his strings. He squirts beautifully and he relishes in Jamesâ dazed look as he allows Evan to fuck him through his orgasm. He pushes and prods until all that James can give him is a gentle jolt. Evan switches off the toy and gently closes his legs for him, his form curled into Evan. âSo good, so handsome for me.â he kisses the top of his head, tracing gentle patterns into Jamesâ overheated skin, as he blabbers slightly about how good it felt. James is spent and boneless in Evanâs hold, he clutches his shirt as he grounds himself. He sinks into the praise, a pleasant warmth flooding his system. Fuck Evan has ruined him for anyone else.Â
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hello, happy new year!
i wanted to request ace, rook, floyd and trey with gn s/o who loves cute things, and sometimes even gets emotional if something's too cute; reader thinks their boyfriend is cute too and sometimes rambles or smothers him because they can't help it LOL ,, sorry this idea has been in my head for awhile now
thank you!
ace trappola
surprised but has gotten used to it whenever he sees you gushing about something cute you saw the other day or even just a cute bird you saw when walking too ramshackle. he doesn't really understand it, especially when you find yourself getting emotional over itâ! he gives you wide eyes unsure of what to do. the first time he caught that he thought there was something actually wrong, so he panicked, and you were just like âthere was this cute fish⊠i saw through the window at the mostro loungeâŠâ im sorry but he laughed⊠but hey he did try to cheer you up⊠after that.
but when you came up to him teary?! grabbing his face and telling him how cute he is he gets all wide eyed and surprised as he stares at you before laughing and pulling away rather quickly with his cheeks all flushed. ace makes some painful attempt at joking and laughing off, acting all confused as you are why youâre suddenly doing thisâ you usually do this to cute pets or cute items not him!
sometimes whenever you take pictures on your ghost camera of him and show him, simply rambling and talking all about how cute he looks. (he claims he's not cute he's cool!!) but he can't deny the fact that he is totally sucking up and loving the positive attention from you.
floyd leech
he fluctuates between saying its cute as well or laughing at you because he finds your reaction cute and silly. most likely a mixture of the two. your fascination with cute animals and especial sea creatures as you're practically begging him to take you down to the coral sea so he can show you them all, he was the one to playfully propose that idea anyway.
he gets such an ego boost whenever you go on about how cute you think he is, he finds himself wearing and doing things more to get that reaction out of you. like though jade or especially azul chastise him about being more dressed formally when working at the mostro loungeâ he told them that he kept the bedhead because you told him it looked cute on him, so he had to keep it obviously. he also comes up to you all the time and shows you something like âeel socksâ he bought and showed you because he knew youâd find them cute.
floyd can get a little bitter without shame when your attention and practically cooing over something or someone else. heâll do anything to turn your direction back on him. which he finds to be quite easy because its usually something like giving you some cute charms or keychains he found at some shop and got it for you, that tends to do the trick hehe.
trey clover
he gets all bashful and surprised whenever you come up to him and hold his face in your hands telling him how cute you find him. heâs never really been one to think of himself as âcuteâ if you will, that's more of someone like cater's thing. yet he is flattered nevertheless when you go on and on telling him what you find most endearing about him.
trey likes to ask you for advice for decorating treats and cakes as you always seem to get excited over choosing and telling him how to make it as cute and pretty as possible. and though it's not always his style, he does admit that you have a good eye for aesthetics.
does get a little concerned when you tend to become emotional about it as he feels like something is genuinely wrong with you and wants to figure out the issueâ when it turns out it was just because riddle allowed you to hold heartslabyul's hedgehogs and you started bawling because they were too cute and small. poor treys heart, he was stressing out when he found you brought to tearsâŠ!
#twst#disney twst#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#disney twisted wonderland#twst headcanons#twst wonderland#twst imagines#twisted wonderland#ace x reader#trey x reader#floyd x reader#ace trappola x reader#trey clover x reader#ace trapolla x reader
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