Anemone

Flight lessons. Your first class of the day. Jeez.. why did Crowley have put god damn flight lessons first thing in the morning? So stupid. Ah, the infamous Octotrio, who all hate flight lessons are in the same class as you! Maybe this is a good chance for you to befriend Floyd, if he’s in a good mood of course. Behind you, you hear coach Vargas sternly telling off Azul, Jade and.. you guessed it, Floyd. “Coach.. I’m sure we can make a deal that would benefit us both. We get out of these.. lessons and you get new equipment.” Azul sounds calm.. but he’s likely freaking out about being that high off the ground. Floyd looks agitated. Great, just your luck. As you turn around, Vargas commands you to come over and help teach the three sea dwellers how to fly (his exact words.). You’re not much better with this flying thing! But.. it does give a chance to get closer with Floyd and ensure you get that damn moisturiser. “Sure coach..” Gee, don’t you sound thrilled.

As you approach, you see those same slightly pink cheeks from Floyd, he also seems slightly more annoyed? Like he’s embarrassed. You watch him lean over to Jade, grumbling about how he’ll look stupid flailing around the place like a fish on land. “Alrighty.. Uhm.. grab the stick like this, and try to stay somewhat calm. You’re not in the sky yet.” You speak as calmly as you can, flying freaks you out as well, thankfully housewarden Vil taught you to stay calm no matter what. You spot a slight tremble in Floyd’s hands as he latches onto the stick. Jesus, his grip on that stick isn’t much different than how he squeezes people. Octavinelle’s housewarden isn’t much better, he’s barely gripping the stick. Jades trying to mask his fear, I mean.. it’s a start. “Slowly put it between your legs, but don’t try to kick off yet. Just try to adjust to the general feeling of the stick,” This is an awful explanation, but it’s better than nothing. “I don’t wanna do this anymore Azul! It’s so dumb..” Your legs start moving on their own, making a beeline towards an irritated eel. This might lead to your demise. Your hands wrap around his stick, adjusting it for him. “That should be more comfortable. Hopefully..” As you look up at him, he has a weird expression. Eyes wide, cheeks even more pink. His mouth is open slightly, allowing you see those sharp teeth of his. It’s not even just his fangs that are sharp, it’s all of his teeth. Creepy, but.. no. You can’t think like that. This is Floyd Leech we’re talking about. Weirdly enough, he leans closer, staring uncomfortably at you. “I-is everything alright..?” Your voice has never trembled this much since.. well it never has. “Angelfishy.. what do ya’ think you’re doin’?” Did you kick him off into a bad mood? Well an even worse mood.

Floyd x pomefiore! Sensitive skin! Reader pt.1

Housewarden Vil had a strong distaste for your low quality moisturiser. It left you red, flakey and anything but moisturised! This was a true issue as even Vil’s personal line of skincare was still leaving you flakey and sore. Not long after this discovery, Vil mentioned how he got this all natural, perfect moisturiser from the merchant himself, Azul Ashengrotto, housewarden of Octavinelle. You feel that this was a risky move as Azul was known for his.. odd deals. Reluctantly, you did eventually agree to visit him after Vil demanded you to at least try it. Here you were now, visiting the merchant of the depths and his dumb eel friends. Jade was known for his more manipulative tactics when it comes to people who go against deals. Floyd on the other hand, oh boy Floyd. He scared the absolute sevens out of most people. He ‘squeezes’ people. What isn’t there to fear!?

You’re outside the Mostro Lounge. It’s quite beautiful, even from the outside of the infamous cafe. You step in and the busyness of the lounge overwhelms you. The majority of your friends are working there, (Ace and Deuce included) and there’s the one and only Azul Ashengrotto. You approach reluctantly, already skeptical of what schemes he may have in mind. Suddenly, he lights up when he sees you, looking over at Floyd before walking towards you. “Ah, (name) how great it is to see you!” He knows your name? How? You’ve never spoken to this guy before! “You know my name? How.. nevermind.. Housewarden Vil said you’re able to get an all natural moisturiser. I would like to request a bottle,” You watch Azul smile, looking at Floyd again. He gestures for Floyd to come over. Why? Oh god did you say something wrong? Are YOU going to be squeezed? Wait a damn second.. Floyd Leech looks slightly nervous as he approaches. Why’s HE nervous? You’re the one that can’t fight him off if he’s told you squeeze you. He’s reluctant to come over. Maybe he’s in one of his moods? Well the moods you’ve heard of are where he seems like he’s planning to murder you. “Ya? Whattdya want Azul..” He sounds uncomfortable, like he’s nervous to be around you. You spot a small bit of pink dusted on his cheeks. That’s weird.. he always looks pale and almost sickly. “Our dear Pomefiore friend is looking for some of that amazing moisturiser! You’ll be happy to oblige and ensure it’s created right.” It didn’t sound like a question, more like a demand.. These guys are creepy, but Floyd looks kinda cute when he’s uncomfortable. “Again!?” Oh god he’s frustrated. “It’s fine if you can’t get it, I’ll just cope with it myself.” You watch Azul lean over and whisper something into Floyd’s ear, his entire demeanour changes. He seems a little more willing than before. Nothing is explained to you before you’re taken to Azul’s office to conjure up a deal.

Floyd Leech x bad swimmer!reader

The smell of salt water overwhelms your senses, you could almost taste the water it was that strong. Well that’s because you were tasting it, you were tasting it because Floyd decided to drag his beloved shrimpy out into the water for some fun splashing! But he stupidly forgot, you aren’t the strongest swimmer in the world. The waves crash down on your skin, taking you down with ease. You may as well be a piece of seaweed because of how easy it was to take you down. Initially Floyd giggled and laughed at you falling, believing you were just being clumsy. But after a minute or so of you not coming up, it was easy to put the pieces together and realise that you weren’t coming back up.. not because you dead, no no!! But it was in fact because you couldn’t fight the waves off.

Rain batters the windows in the early morning as the bright white of the clouds seeps through the curtains. Today is finally the day everything goes back to how it was meant to be. No more cold nights alone, no more anxiety ridden days of your husband never returning. Just pure hope and bliss.

The clock strikes 3pm. The time he’s said to come home. A firm knock is placed on to the door, but no voice, no joy is even remotely expressed through that knock. Is it him? Or just false hope. You hesitantly leave the sofa to approach the door, squinting through the peep hole of the dark oak door. It’s him. Your husband is really home! But.. it doesn’t look like him.. he’s empty, his face riddled with scars and deep gashes from that god awful war. It’s.. unnatural how he just stares at the door mindlessly.

After a few deep breathes, you alas creak the door open. You flick your eyes up to your husband, seeing that he’s just staring forward like a zombie. You could almost hear his neck squeak as he looks down slightly at you. Why’s he being so odd? Why isn’t he happy to see me? He nods curtly before marching inside just like how a soldier does. He sets his luggage down with a loud thunk against the wood and shuffles upstairs to the bedroom. No acknowledgement of you other than that singular nod. Instead of questioning him about it, you decide to try and get him to show some emotion. So, you make his favourite treat, brownies with delish homemade vanilla ice cream, topped off with extra chocolate flakes as well as a small dollop of whipped cream. But.. as you call him down and place it in front of him, he gives that same dead stare, but instead of it being into space. It’s directed at you. Shaken up by this wide eyed, dreadful stare, you quickly stare at your feet. Hoping, praying even that he’ll do anything but stare with that blank expression.