Floyd X Reader - Blog Posts

Hi !

I saw the post were Grimmy is against the young love of his henchman so maybe you could do a part 2 where Yuu asked them out on their own and also apologizing for Grim's behavior :>

Obly if you want !

Have a great day ♡

Characters: Ace, Cater, Floyd, Rook

CW: Ace cringey goofy flirting, maybe OOC Rook, not proofread.

A/N: Hello!! I am going to name you the 🔥Anon. I hope this satisfies your request. I hope you have a great day as well and make sure to hydrate yourself!!

If you liked reblogs and likes are always appreciated <3

↠ Part 1

Ace

Ace felt a bit hurt by your last encounter. Grim was hurting his feelings and he genuinely wanted to tell Yuu how he felt. Even though most of the time he may seem mean he can have his vulnerable moments where he just truly feels. And he truly felt for Yuu. Although it surprised him a little when Yuu approached him without Grim.

"Where's Grim? You normally have him around you." The red head asked.

"Don't worry about it. I just wanted to apologize for Grim's behavior I don't know why he's acting like that. I hope I can make it up to you." Yuu spoke

"It's fine. I'm used to him being annoying. Plus you can make it up to me by going on a date with me." He flashed his charming smile.

"Sure." Yuu spoke as Ace slightly turned red not expecting that response, "I was going to ask you out as well that's what I wanted to talk to you about."

Ace bragged to Deuce about the encounter and how he's now dating Yuu.

Cater

After cancellations of hangouts Yuu suddenly out of the blue asked him to hangout. Cater wanting to see his friend of course said yes. Although when Yuu showed up he was surprised Yuu dressed up a little.

"Yuu!! You look nice let's take a pic." He spoke as you two took a selfie together.

Yuu and him both went on their walk and finally caught up after while.

"I'm so sorry about that. Grim has been making me so busy I don't know why he's doing that, but I got some alone time for a bit." Yuu spoke

"It's no biggie! I totally understand he probably just wants you two to succeed." Cater spoke

"I was also hoping you'd maybe want to go out with me? like on a date." Yuu asked

Cater's face turned into a smile a genuine smile. He's been waiting for this moment.

"I'd love too. If you want, we could also consider this our first date." He spoke

Floyd

Yuu had to wait till Floyd was off his shift. When he finally was Yuu approached him and his eyes searched for Grim before he ran at Yuu squeezing them.

"Shrimpy. Took you long enough to see me. You didn't bring baby seal with you right?" He asked

"No, I didn't I actually wanted to talk with you. I apologize about Grim he's been weirdly defensive lately, and I'm hoping it's just an animal thing for him and will go away." Yuu spoke.

"He hasn't scratched you, has he?" Floyd asked. He already knew Grim's tactics and why he was acting like this.

"No, at least not yet. But I have a question for you actually. Would you like to go on a date?" Yuu asked

Floyd didn't even answer he just picked up Yuu threw them over his shoulder and is now going on their date to the pool in Octavinelle.

(We all know damn well he was manifesting this via making an Eel and Shrimp plush kiss)

Rook

Rook was in the middle of writing poetry. This time he was going to assure he finds a way for Yuu to receive his letter. While in the middle of writing he got a knock on his door and thinking it was a Pomefiore student, Epel, or Vil he was surprised to see Yuu at his door.

"Oh, Trickster what a lovely surprise." He spoke

"Hi Rook. Can I come in?" Yuu asked

"Oh, most certainly." Rook spoke as he let Yuu in closing the door. Yuu sat on the edge of his bed as Rook sat in his chair looking at Yuu with the biggest heart eyes known to man kind.

"I wanted to apologize for Grim's behavior I would love to read whatever you are giving to me however he has been acting weird. Again, I do apologize on his behalf." Yuu spoke

"I'm sure he's just worried about you he does seem to care about you." Rook spoke

"Maybe. On Another note would you like to go out on a date?" Yuu asked.

"Oui." Rook spoke as he is staring with a beautiful smile and the biggest heart eyes known to man kind he is so in love with Yuu.

Special Mention

Malleus

You asking him out? He assumed you were engaged already and has the whole wedding planned. Lilia is the officiant, Silver is the flower boy, and Sebek is the ring bearer.

Can I request floyd x gn reader? They're just out shopping for shoes and jewelry or something, since floyd likes shoes. Can you do mutual pining please??? Thankyou

Of course!!!

So, I'm not exactly good with mutual pining, but i tried my best!!!

Reader can be depicted as Yuu, but it's not exactly necessary!

Warnings ;; None, just kissing toward the end but nothing smutty, or even really suggestive

Relationship ;; Platonic, turned Romantic

Type ;; One-Shot, Kind Of a Short Story

Floyd Leech ;; Octavinelle ;; Second Year

Floyd Leech was known to be chaotic and loud and wild and scary. He was known across the entire school as one of the scariest men to ever attend Night Raven College. His height and sharp teeth caused everyone who saw him to flee, but not you.

Upon meeting you, Floyd was indeed shocked. Even more so when he realized what was going on in the present. Was he going soft? Was he becoming boring? And many more questions had flew through his head.

The moray was currently shopping for jewelry in the middle of a store, with someone who was nowhere near afraid of him. Someone who found him to be something like any normal person, and he would be lying if he said this hadn't shocked him.

You very much interested him, more so to the point of pure and utter infatuation. "...oyd? ...loyd? Floyd!" You chuckled, trying to gain his attention. Floyd blinked quickly, you bringing him from his thoughts. "Huh? Yeah? What's up, Shrimpy?" Floyd asked, looking down at you.

You gave a laugh, a soft blush painting both of your cheeks. "I said, how would these look on me?" You asked, holding up a pair of eel-themed earrings. Through your pining for the eel, you found yourself wanting and gravitating toward things that reminded you of him.

Floyd's brows furrowed for just a singular moment before a wide smile crossed his lips and he nodded enthusiastically. "Hell yeah, Shrimpy! They're perfect!" You couldn't help but find yourself blushing even more.

Within just a moment, you noticed Floyd's smile disappear and his eyebrows furrow. "C'mon, let's hurry up and get back to Ramshackle, or wherever." Of course, you simply thought this was one of Floyd's usual mood swings but he was really just excited to get back and actually have you all to himself.

Less than a half hour later, Floyd was taking you back to Ramshackle. Upon reaching the front door, he opened it for you and allowed you to walk in. He decided to stay because he was excited to see how the eel earrings looked on you.

You led him to your room, making useless conversation before sitting in front of a mirror and quickly putting them in. You soon stood and showed him the earrings.

You honestly didn't expect his lack of response, nor what he did after, but that's what Floyd is, unpredictable. He cupped your face, tilting your head up toward him. Within a small moment, he closed the gap between the two of you, his lips pressing against your own.

OMG this made me feel,,,, so loved,,, Sjsjsj and the fact that Floyd and jade are are sea creatures and the little feature you added about Jades constant work and how Floyd reckless is just like Icarus djsnksna omg it’s so good!!!

How the twisted wonderland boys will sleep on you

PART THREE

Octavinelle

Azul

He does take a liking to tight,enclosed spaces,given his past in octopus pots. He’ll seek out your arms,pulling them around him. He enjoys sleeping with his head squished into your chest,you curled around him. It’s a security blanket of sorts,for him.

Unlike Ace,he isn’t so shallow in terms of his partner. If it fits,he sleeps. He genuinely thinks that his partner,no matter the gender,the body shape,is beautiful. Maybe it’s because he’s so hard on himself that he doesn’t want anyone else to go through that pain. Man really really likes being the small spoon. It’s comforting,really,being hugged to sleep. He’s also fond of tangling your legs with his,it has a certain intimate feeling to it.

All he wants is to be as close to you as possible.

Is that so wrong?

Jade

A rather hard man to read,to be honest. But even the more proficient workers get tired. After a busy day at the Mostro lounge,all he wants to do is to sleep,with you by his side. Being an ocean animal,warmth is something… foreign to him,when everything around him has always been so cold,and dark. Your presence is hot enough to set him ablaze,and he’s a little surprised to find that he doesn’t mind dying to this heat if it means that you’re beside him.

He’s not all together too fond of literally using his lover as a pillow,but he does like snuggling into the crook of your neck from behind,whispering sweet nothings into your ears. May rub circles into your back,for the sake of his hands,who are too used to being busy.

It’s hard for someone like him to fully relax,but you seem to help.

Floyd

Similar to Jade,he wasn’t exposed to much warmth growing up. The ocean was deep,dark,and scary,so that’s how he turned out. So upon meeting you,was like seeing the word for the first time. You are his sun,his warmth,his light,and he’ll gladly throw himself into the sun like Icarus if it meant feeling your kind touch.

It’s hard to pry this man off your body in the day,so it’s much worse when he’s tired,and all he wants to do is to use his beloved shrimpy as a pillow. Has the most awkward sleeping positions, and he tends to stretch out in those poses much like a house cat dozing in the sun’s glow. He needs you beside him,his arm around you. He would probably never admit it,but he falls asleep easier when you’re in his arms.

It’s bliss for him,so please just stay there,alright?

I went back and edited one line in my Floyd x reader/mc because it was sounding too childish for me... 😅

It basically makes no different but either way it makes me feel better

Hi,

Considering the fact that there are a number of people who's names are Ren irl and on Tumblr, I'm gonna attempt to make things easier on you if you want to remember my name.

You can call me Sloth.

This is the first time I'm posting a fanfic on here, and it's currently 1:06 AM as I'm writing this, but if I didn't write this now I never would, so here it is.

(I'm posting this after I wake up tomorrow hah.)

There are no warnings that I could think of writing down other than the fact that this contains major fluff and a Soft Eel TM, which I hope you enjoy reading about.

I apologize for any grammar mistakes and my mediocre writing.

Enjoy ♡

— Sloth

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Floyd x reader / Mc

Your Heartbeat.

"Floyd?" You asked.

"Go away Shrimpy." Floyd's arms squeezed tighter around his legs as if trying to make himself as small as possible. Which was pretty hard considering that he's practically a giant.

Jade and Azul had called you over not long ago, saying that Floyd had fallen into a particularly foul mood and wouldn't move from his spot on the floor. You weren't sure why Floyd was in such a bad mood, and you're pretty sure that Azul and his brother didn't know either. They said that they had tried pretty much everything to cheer him up again, but nothing seemed to be working. And as a final resort, they called you.

So here you were, sitting in front of a fussy eel that tried to bite anyone who got too close. You weren't entirely sure what to do, you had gotten him out of a few bad moods before, but none of them resulted in him being so... sad. It just wasn't like him, so you made it your intention to fix that.

"Sorry Floyd, but I'm not leaving until I can get you to smile again." You said matter-of-factly. You took a seat next to him with maybe a meter of distance between the two of you. Floyd's only response was to shuffle away from you as much as he could in his position, which wasn't by much.

"No." You couldn't help but sigh, your head shaking side to side in exasperation. You wanted to ask why he was in such a bad mood, but you knew better than to make him think about it any more than he already was. That would only make things worse. Not to mention the fact that he probably wouldn't even say anything.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, trying to think of a way to get him out of this. Offering to go prank someone (namely Riddle) was already tried, so that was out of the question. Jade offered to go squeeze someone, or some people, that didn't work. Hell, Azul even said he'd let Floyd off of work for a while! That didn't work either, Floyd just continued to sit there, practically swatting at anything he deemed to close.

...To close?

You suddenly realized that, while yes there was some distance between you, you were in fact sitting next to him—within arms reach!—and he wasn't pushing you away.

An idea popped into your head. Maybe it wasn't the best idea but it was all you could think of at that moment, so it was at least worth a try. You shifted to where you were sitting with your legs folded underneath you, facing him with your hands resting in your lap.

Really, it wasn't the greatest of ideas. You'd more than likely think of something much better if you really wanted to, but this felt worth it somehow, so you're going with it.

"Floyd, can I hug you?" You asked softly, almost afraid to break the silence.

He didn't move at first, showing no sign of even hearing you. But after a few seconds, he tilted his head to look at you, moving it just enough to see you with an eye peeking over his arms. From that little movement, you could see that his eyebrows were tilted upwards, furrowed with an expression of anger and frustration.

"...Why?" He asked.

You were tempted to answer honestly, wanting to say that it was the only thing you could think of doing at the time, but decided against it. "Because, you always like squeezes, don't you?" That was almost what you wanted to say, but this should receive a better reaction... hopefully.

He didn't move, only continued to stare into your eyes with an emotion you couldn't quite decipher. Taking that as a good sign, despite it seeming bleak, you moved closer by a small amount. Thankfully, he didn't move away.

"Can you move your arms? It's kinda hard to hug you when you're sitting like that." Once again, he didn't move at first but eventually lifted his head to rest his chin on his arms. He continued to look at you, his eyebrows were no longer furrowed, curiosity shining vaguely in his eyes.

'Not quite what I wanted, but it will do.' You thought, smiling at the fact that he was at least doing something.

With no second thoughts, you lifted yourself onto your knees and wrapped your arms around his head. You felt him stiffen, clearly not expecting you to move that much closer. Gently, you pressed his ear onto your chest, right over where your heart was, allowing him to hear the sound of it beating. It only took a few seconds, but within that time he slowly relaxed his muscles and moved his arms to loosely hang around your waist. You rested your cheek on his head, nuzzling into his surprisingly soft hair.

This wasn't like a normal hug, or 'squeeze', from Floyd, this was a hug from you. A hug where you held him gently with no other intent than to simply hold him. Not to squeeze and play, not to give a threat to someone, simply a way to hold and comfort.

Nearly five minutes had passed, at some point within that time you sat back down, Floyd still leaning into your chest. You hadn't let go, and neither did he. No more words were spoken after that, and as more time passed the two of you settled into a more comfortable position on the floor with Floyd continuing to lay on your chest. His arms stayed looped around your waist, silently telling you that you weren't going anywhere. Not that you minded.

Thirty minutes passed since you were left alone there with Floyd, and Jade and Azul had finally come back, only to find you running your fingers through a sleeping Floyd's hair.

"Wha–" Azul wanted to say something, but you lifted a hand to your mouth and placed a finger over your lips, signifying for him and Jade to stay quiet.

Jade let out an airy chuckle before speaking quietly. "My my, perfect, you never cease to do the most unexpected things." It almost sounded fake, but something in you told you that the praise was real.

And Jade didn't show it, but he was actually quite impressed—amazed even—that you got Floyd to fall asleep in your arms. The two of them rarely let their guard down, but judging by the content look on his brother's sleeping face, he dared to say that Floyd felt safe in the Perfect's arms.

Truly, what an unexpected person you are, Perfect.

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What did I just write? I have no clue, I was going for full-on fluff here, but it's past midnight and I'm tired. I am not a hundred percent sure if this is even legible, but I felt that I needed to write this, so I did.

For those who are wondering what Floyd got upset over, I'm not entirely sure but I imagined that it was something about You/Yuu/Shrimpy going back to their/your world, and Floyd not wanting them/you to go.

Once again, I apologize for any grammar mistakes and my mediocre writing. Oh and any apparent Ooc'ness.

Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed this thousand-word fanfic dedicated to one Soft Eel. (Hopefully, I'll write a Soft Eel story for Jade soon, but that depends on my writing motivation.)

Anyway, goodnight.

Twisted Wonderland - He Hears You Singing (About Him)

Twisted Wonderland Writings Masterpost

Heartslabyul Edition, Savanaclaw Edition

Prompt: While relaxing, and doing chores around the Ramshackle dorm for your weekend restoration of the barely standing building, your thoughts drift to love songs from your old world. You think of songs that remind you of your closest fellow NRC student and significant other, and end up singing one while you work.

Reader: GN reader - They/Them pronouns and they are referred to as 'MC/Prefect' in this one. And let's all just agree that MC is a great singer- cuz some of these songs have mad vocals that I would never dream of trying to sing myself with my incredibly average voice, and I imagine a lot of you are the same.

Included Characters: Octavinelle Edition!

Warnings: None.

Request Rules & Information Here

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Azul Ashengrotto - "Adore You" by Harry Styles

- Why did he stop by Ramshackle? He can't remember. It was something about taste testing the new spring menu, maybe? He's not sure it matters anymore, given how enamored he is with the sound of your voice right now.

- Is frozen in the doorway like a deer caught in headlights, he hadn't even realized it was you singing (he thought it was from your phone or something on a radio) until he turned the corner and saw you.

- When you see him, he turns all kind of shades of scarlet, embarrassed at being caught staring, but he quickly composes himself.

- Immediate compliments followed quickly by an offer to sing at the Mostro Lounge sometime- you'd be paid generously of course-

- On the outside he's acting cool, but the song in question really did fluster him quite a bit, and thoughts of you singing it again just for him keep intruding in his mind, and if you look closely you can see his ears remain a pretty shade of pink the whole conversation after.

- Does truly think you would look stunning dressed up in lavish clothes, preforming on the stage of the Mostro Lounge, are you sure you don't want to? He'll throw in a free meal plus pay!

"My, my, MC, that was a lovely performance. You should put those wonderful vocals to use, I'm sure everyone would be in awe of you at the Lounge. Some may even show up just to see you- I certainly would."

~~~

Jade Leech - "Dive" by Olivia Dean

- He's honestly quiet pleasantly surprised when he enters Ramshackle (without knocking of course) and hears your wonderful singing voice.

- A soft (dare I say genuine?) smile makes it's way to his face as he approaches the living area where you're cleaning, and stands patiently in the doorway for you to finish the song- one he's never heard before but it flows rather smoothly, much like the jazz played at the lounge.

- He finds the lyrics rather intriguing too, now what would inspire you to sing such a romantic song? A crush perhaps? The idea of you having enough of a crush on someone to sing such a song about them makes him... Well, he'll just focus on what he has right in front of him for now, and save those pesky feelings for later self-analysis.

- When you catch him he is completely shameless in his staring, as a matter of fact, his smile grows, before he gives a curious tilt of his head and motions with his hand for you to continue.

- What? Your voice was beautiful, of course he wants to hear it more. What's he doing here? Oh, well, he's come to ask if you'd like to be the first to taste test the Mostro Lounges new spring menu.

- Sure he didn't knock, but it's honestly your fault for not locking the front door- oh, the locks are broken? That can't possibly be safe. Perhaps you should stay at Octavinelle until they are fixed, that way he can hear your voice much more often.

- As a matter of fact, instead of 100 thaumarks a night for a room, he's sure he can arrange for you to sing at the Lounge every night for payment instead.

"Oh, please don't mind me, continue. Your voice is quite delightful, you should consider singing at the Lounge- though, I'm not sure I want anyone else to hear you but me..."

~~~

Floyd Leech - "Risk" by Gracie Abrams

- oHohOHo, you're never gonna live this down PT. 3

- The moment he barges into Ramshackle in a poor mood, looking for his favorite Shrimpy to cheer him up, he freezes at the sound of you're voice.

- But not for long.

- One second, you're alone, singing as you do some chores, and the next second you're being spun around in Floyd Leech's arms as he laughs cheerfully.

- He loves your voice. Keep singing! He wants to dance with you while you do! Forget those boring chores! He's here now, so you can both have fun! You're so adorable he could squeeze you till you pop!

- You should come by the lounge sometimes and sing to him to make his shifts less boring. He's sure Azul wouldn't mind- and if he does, then you two can just leave and have your own party elsewhere!

- He will, without a doubt, demand that you sing to and for him at the most random of times, hell, he might even barge into the middle of your class in a foul mood and demand a serenade from his Shrimpy.

- If you truly won't sing to him, his mood may worsen and you won't see him for awhile while he sorts himself out, whereas if you do sing for him, he will immediately start to feel better.

- The best moment he could ask for to fix his mood, is laying beside you his head in your lap, while you sing. It helps him decompress, and feel so much better from whatever was overwhelming him or souring his mood.

"Shrimpy~! Nice set of pipes! Well, don't stop singing, let's dance together! I knew you'd be doin' something fun, you always cheer me right up!"

~~~

Can you guys tell that Octavinelle is one of my favorite dorms? Particularly the twins? Especially Floyd, his unpredictability with his mood swings are very relatable as someone with severe untreated ADHD and bipolar tendencies. I just think he's neat guys. And fun to write. Anyway! Merry Christmas everyone, and I'll see you next post! ~ Roo

Pairing: Floyd x GN!Reader Genre: Fluff A/N: This is for @seajellyx for the Secret Santa Project held by @twstedsecretsanta. Happy Holidays, I hope you enjoy this small fluffy-fluff gift!

“Y/n.”

At the call of your name, the large gymnasium is filled with the sounds of gasps and mummering. You stare up at the podium with your face permanently set into a look of utter shock, because there’s no way that your name was just called.

Right?

The last thing you remember before spacing out was that the Christmas Royalties were about to be announced.

It’s apparently a tradition here at NRC: a celebration that’s a combination of what is a prom back on Earth and Valentine’s Day, where the popularly voted Christmas Royalties will have the chance to confess to their crush after being crowned — or challenge their rivals to a fight, for the less romantically inclined.

You always thought it was a ridiculous tradition. Especially when the chances of rejection and embarrassing yourself is ever present.

You’d given a thought before as to who you would confess to — though you’d hope you’d never have to. There is always a chance considering you are pretty well-known amongst the student body, courtesy of your friends’ overblot incidences and your magicless status.

And, as if the Sevens are playing a cruel joke on you, the student who had been called up to the podium first had been none other than your very own crush, Floyd Leech.

You’d met Floyd after your string of bad luck had you paired up with him as an Alchemy lab partner for the year.

At first, you thought he would be a difficult person to work with. The idea formed itself out of your preconceived notion that he is the louder and more uncontrollable of the Leech twins, thus he would never get any actual schoolwork done.

You had only witnessed him spending his free time messing with other students — your friends included — outside of class, after all.

But you were pleasantly surprised when Floyd took the initiative to reach out to you first with an offer to help, especially when the homework load got heavier as the year went by. His assistance, of course, was exchanged for a couple tight squeezes — and heavily dependent on his unpredictable mood.

Sometimes, Floyd could also be a bit flirty. He’d given you cheeky winks every now and then, or you would catch him staring at you in the middle of class with an unfamiliar glint in his heterochromic orbs.

Yet you thought nothing of it.

It was predictable of you to end up developing a crush on the man. It was a reality that your friends encouraged you to confess with the hidden hope that Floyd’s squeezes will only be reserved for you from then on.

But you’d also threaten that you’d transfer over to RSA if Floyd ever found out the truth.

But now? Flyod’s answer to “who would you like to call out to the stage?” was your name.

It was then that you began to wonder if all those times he’d been so cheeky in the middle of class was because he actually like-likes you?

“Is y/n here?” Riddle inquires into the mic again.

“That’s you. Haul ass, pal,” your friend Ace whispers as he elbows your side to bring you back to reality.

“Ugh… right,” you groan as you slowly stand up and make your way towards the stage.

Your body jerks in surprise when the overhead spotlight nearly blinds you, the bright light following your path exactly until you’re finally standing right beside Floyd.

“Well, this is quite the surprise,” you finally comment, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised at the taller man.

In typical Floyd fashion, the man reaches out and envelopes you in his arms. The squeeze he gives your body is much more gentle than normal. You manage to steal a glance at the man and return his wide smile with an amused one of your own.

“Shrimpyyyy,” Floyd coos before clearing his throat and speaking more clearly right by your ear, “sorry for doing this in such a public setting, but you wouldn’t pick up on any of the hints I’ve been giving you.”

“There isn’t much of a difference between the way you flirt and the way you treat your friends,” you chuckle, bending backwards slightly to properly look at Floyd’s face. From this close, you can see just how red his ears have gotten — and just how handsome he looks dressed so formally.

“You look marvelous, by the way. Not that you aren’t always,” Floyd compliments you as if he’d read your mind and wanted to beat you to the punch.

The cheesy words cause your cheeks to start burning up and earns more than an earful of aw’s from your briefly forgotten audience.

“Thank you, so do you— ugh,” you let out a short grunt when Floyd pulls you into another tight hug.

If anyone wanted to laugh at how silly you were making yourselves look, they didn’t. But if you weren’t busy trying not to suffocate in his arms, you’d have noticed how Floyd had thrown your audience a threatening look before they could even inhale.

“Thanks, Shrimpy,” Floyd finally takes a step back and squeezes your cheeks between his hands, tilting your head back so you’d meet his eyes. “How about a dance? I’m kind of tired of these people staring at us.”

Your lips curve up into a grateful smile as you nod, “sure.”

“I’m guessing you already know why you’re standing up here with me, but I do like you, Shrimpy. As more than a friend. I’d love to take you out on a date sometime soon.”

It’s as if those words unlocked a cage filled to the brim with butterflies. They flutter around in your stomach, leaving behind beautiful hues of reds, oranges, and yellows; warm colors that remind you of the beacon of sunshine that is Floyd Leech. You find it ironic, considering he’s from the sea.

You can’t hold back the grin that breaks into your face as you nod your head yes.

“Well, I’m glad you said something first because I like you too. Idiot,” you stubbornly admit with a playful roll of your eyes.

“That’s so cute! Congratulations!” Cater, who’d been standing and watching silently on the sidelines, suddenly yells.

With his lead, the rest of the student body begins to clap and the large gymnasium is filled with the sounds of cheers. Floyd tugs on your hand gently, and you allow him to guide you down the stage and straight to the dance floor. Large clusters of students come along, with most of them throwing confetti over your heads.

You’ve never seen them so lively outside of a good Spelldrive Tournament.

It takes a few minutes for the high energy to settle down, but finally everyone begins to break off into their respective pairs or small groups of friends.

Floyd wraps his arms around your waist, taking the opportunity provided by the slow melody playing to pull you close to him.

“Hi, Shrimpy,” Floyd beams, any signs and feelings of shyness already washed away.

“Hey,” you giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck and begin to sway together. “You sure know how to make a scene, huh?”

“I’m sorry, but you didn’t give me much of a choice. I thought I was being pretty obvious about it,” Floyd huffs, his lower lip jutting out into a pout.

“Well, I’m sorry too. For not noticing sooner,” you offer the man an apologetic smile.

Floyd hums for a moment before the mischievous glint is back in his eyes, “you can make it up to me somehow.”

“Didn’t I already agree to a date, sir?”

“But that’s different!” Floyd practically whines, and you’re surprised he’s not stomping his feet to match his tone.

You find him adorable, albeit a bit childish.

“I think I could get used to you being so cute,” you speak your thoughts aloud without meaning to. One of your hands moves to cover your mouth as you meet Floyd’s widened eyes. “I—I mean… what do you want?”

“How about…” Floyd pauses before his eyes travel up above your heads. You follow his gaze up to find multiple mistletoes dangling from the ceiling, “but only if you’re comfortable with it.”

Wordlessly, you place your arm back around Floyd’s neck and gently pull him closer to you. Your faces are mere centimeters apart, just a breath away from your lips touching.

“You know it’s bad luck to not kiss under a mistletoe, right? We shouldn’t risk it.”

“No, we shouldn’t,” Floyd mutters before he makes the first move to close the distance between you two.

Your eyes flutter shut right as your lips meet in a chaste and brief kiss. You couldn’t even hear the sound of your friends cheering from the top of their lungs over how hard your heart was beating.

“Floyd, don’t forget about us forever!” one of the Octavinelle residents in the crowd yells dramatically once the two of you finally pull apart.

“I guess that’s my cue to leave. I’m sorry,” Floyd rolls his eyes at his friend’s antics, but doesn’t let go of your hands despite his apology.

“I’ll see you tomorrow anyways, don’t look so sad to go!”

“You’re right, but I’ll still kick their ass for interrupting our moment.”

You laugh and nod slowly, “I can get behind that.”

“That’s my Shrimpy,” Floyd grins before planting a quick kiss onto your cheek. He finally lets go of your hands and takes a few steps backwards towards his waiting friends, “maybe I’ll come find you again for another dance?”

“I’d love that. I’ll be waiting.”