Touchstarved Head Canons (No. 3)
Going to the beach with the LIâs.
Word Count: 4009 (if my stuff goes past 5k words, I'll do the whole "click to read more" thing, dw I won't let y'all read my papyrus)
âą Request by @lycorismiso (Thank youuu! I really hope you like it <3)
âą Established relationships? (It can be whatever the hell you want it to be)
âą If you see any misspellings, no the fuck you didn't.
âą Mostly fluff (if you ignore my unhinged commentary), but slightly suggestive at times!
âą All characters belong to Touchstarved by @redspringstudio!
A/N: As you can see, I had WAY too much fun with this. And yeah, I'm aware that I said I'm not taking requests on my masterlist. That's because I have trouble finishing projects and don't want to disappoint anyone. Feel free to shoot your shot, but I'm putting this on the record right now: there's no guarantee that I will take on your request. It's not anything personal, I'm just afraid of being overwhelmed. Even still, it feels really nice knowing that someone liked my work enough to want to see more. Thank you everyone for the support!
Gets a strange sense of nostalgia.
Doesnât know why because this is his first time visiting the beach, but he suspects itâs the influence of a certain tentacled entityâŠ
The eyeful youâre getting as he walks around shirtless.
Hear me out. He keeps the necklace on. Â
And ofc, the full view of his tattoo and navel piercing (donât know if itâs canon but fanart has teased it).
If he notices you staring, heâll be an absolute menace about it.
âWhat is it, Sparrow? Am I getting burnt already?â or âDid I miss a spot with the sunscreen? Why donât you come over here and help me out with that.â
Will he wear swim trunks with a cute octopus/tentacle design on them? Idk. You tell me.
How he would react to you in a swimsuit:
He will keep his compliments short.
But inside he knows itâs not the heat raising his temperature.
If youâre the type to wear bikinis and things of that nature, heâll make a teasing comment about how inefficient the flimsy material must be.
âYou should be careful in the water. Would hate for one of those ties to loosen.â (Me when I lie)
He only puts one layer of sunscreen on, and the rest of the day is in godâs hands. He doesnât care if he burns. He thinks heâs beyond such things.
Unless you offer to put some more on him.
âIâll just pretend like this isnât an excuse to feel me up.â
BITCH. âMaybe Iâm using this as an excuse to strangle you. Ever think of that?â
âSounds fun.â (I can picture his fucking sprites when Iâm writing his dialogue smh).
Will have you sit between his legs if you let him apply sunscreen to your back.
The inner octopus yearns for the sea. He will spend a lot of the time in the ocean, body-surfacing the waves.
If you like seashells, he will find the really cool ones that are scattered around the ocean floor to give to you.
The smile you give him when he shows you his loot makes him think that maybe life isnât so bad after all.
Heâll probably pull some punk shit like grabbing your leg to make you think that thereâs something in the water. (RIP Thalassophobes)
Bc whenever you think Ais is being sweet, heâll say or do some BS that ruins the moment.
And I love him for that honestly.
If you donât know how to swim and want to learn, he will teach you.
A weird part of him likes the smell of sea salt in your hair and skin.
He will playfully bump your shoulder if you walk along the shore together.
He loses sight of you, and as soon as he realizes, he hears your voice shouting from some rocky outcropping.
âOh my God! You have to come over here right now! Hurry!â
Your urgent tone quickens his strides. Is it possible that you hurt yourself?
âLook!â He follows where you pointâŠ
Where thereâs a little, brown octopus between two rocks.
âYouâre such a bastard.â The corner of his mouth breaks into a weak smile because he canât truly be angry at that.
Will definitely want to end the day at a bar in town. Heâs paying of course.
The way I canât picture this man in a normal bathing suit.
Heâs probably wearing a thin linen shirt with capris so he can comfortably walk the shoreline without getting his clothes wet.
How he would react to you in a swimsuit:
Outwardly casual about it.
Will tell you that you look cute, pretty, nice, etc.
But then he notices his attention lingering for too long and heâs searching for excuses to touch you.
Itâs rare to find a human that sparks any sort of attraction in him, yet youâre managing to do just that.
He calls your name and you perk up. âCome here.â
You find yourself being turned around, and heâs fixing a crooked part of your suit.
âThere.â But neither of you move.
His hand rests close to your neck. A warmth collects in your cheeks when his breath fans over the tip of your ear.  You wonder if heâs doing this on purpose. If he knows the effect he has on you. When you turn around, nothing on his face reveals what heâs thinking. But if you had watched him closely, then you wouldâve seen the way his eyes followed the curves of your shoulders.
He feels a little guilty harboring these feelings.
Whenever heâs around you, he doesnât always feel like an angelâuntouched by base, human urges.
I feel like heâs not the type to enjoy swimming. Very much giving tired, middle-aged professor energy.
Would rather read on his blanket under the umbrella. Preferably with your head in his lap.
The sounds of your voice and the waves crashing over the sand form a peaceful ambience.
Being a doctor, heâs making sure you donât miss sunscreen refreshments. In fact, he somehow perfectly times when you need another layer.
And if you ask him to apply it for you, he will be so gentle about it. Just imagine his hands on your shoulders, rubbing small circles into the muscle below your nape.
Will he let you rub sunscreen on him? Maybe. If you really want to, but other than his face and neck, there arenât many areas that need it.
The same goes for hydration. He will make you drink water and take breaks in the shade.
Sunset walks with Kuras? A psychological NEED.
It doesnât matter if heâs in the middle of a plot twist in his novel, if you ask to go on a stroll, heâll be on his feet in seconds.
Will wrap an arm around your shoulder or link your hands.
He would love boardwalks.
Or if thereâs a seaside town with a bunch of shops and stalls, he will gladly tour with you.
The two of you are walking down this small cliff after watching a few sea lions lounging in the distance.
Kuras is holding your hand as you both navigate the rocks, ensuring you wonât slip and fall, when-
âOw! Geez-â You stagger a bit.
âI almost cut my foot.â You try to examine it, but Kuras abruptly pulls you towards him.
A small noise escapes when youâre being liftedâarm braced against your back and legs tucked over his other in a princess carry.
âPlease excuse me. I shouldâve done this a lot sooner.â He hitches you against his chest, making your hold tighten around his broad shoulders.
âCarrying me off into the sunset? How romantic.â Itâs meant to be a joke but your poor heart doesnât get the memo.
He doesnât meet your eyes. âThink whatever you wish, but it would be unfortunate if we had to cut this day short to give you stitches.â
He carries you the whole way down, and even examines the wound for you. Thankfully itâs just a prick from a sharp rock.
Piggyback ride supremacy! Youâre content, tired, practically melting into his back. Golden hour is resculpting his skin into something truly worthy of his divine status. You end your day by watching the sun sink below the horizon from the pier. Your heart beats double when his lips brush your cheek.
Heâs like a jittery puppy.
The night before, he didnât sleep at all because he was just that excited to spend the day with you.
He loves the beach but also anywhere the sun is shining and youâre there with him.
He makes a big show of taking off his shirt.
But he has a good reason to OKAY:
Leander with a happy trail AND chest hair.
YOUâLL NEVER HEAR ME POINT OUT HIS MANIPULATIVE BEHAVIOR AGAIN
The NIPPLE piercings *GHULP* (Now, Iâm pretty sure THOSE are canon).
Has the most atrocious farmerâs tan (just look at the official art), but itâs all part of his charm.
Heâll glance over at you every so often to try and catch you checking him out (bc heâs a little pathetic like that).
Dare I⊠dare I suggest a speedo.
Iâm sorry. Iâll stop.
Wonât be as mouthy as Ais but will flex around you.
Stretching unnecessarily.
Crossing his arms to emphasize his biceps and pecs.
Raising an arm to act like heâs just scratching his head.
Itâs SO funny because he really thinks heâs subtle after striking thirty model poses.
Then you finally whistle. âNice view.â
You wave him off. âYouâre in the way.â
How he would react to you in a swimsuit:
Like, itâs hard for him to act nonchalant when heâs seeing a relaxed side of you.
He really tries to keep his staring to a minimum.
But you look so cute when youâre embarrassed.
Heâll knock it off eventually, though.
If you ask him to put sunscreen on you:
He will turn it into a full massage.
Heâll ask which places feel the most sore.
Even after the cream has been rubbed in, his hands will continue roaming your back.
When it seems like youâre going to fall asleep on the blanket, heâll laugh. Heâs giddy at the fact that you feel this comfortable around him.
He wonât put on sunscreen unless you do it for him.
âA little sunlight canât hurt you.â
Genuinely thinks heâs invincible. That skin cancer is a myth or some dumb shit.
But will not deny you if you want to rub some on him.
Be careful with his scar, heâs extra sensitive there.
Has to stop himself from trembling (bc itâs literally your hands on his body) and tries to distract himself with the sights of the beach.
When you move to his stomach, his breathing gets a little heavy.
He has to summon divine virtue to stop himself from thinking about this in a different context.
But when you get to his chest, and he notices that youâre looking at his piercings, he has to stop you. Your palm is on his sternum with his fingers wrapped around your wrist.
âSorry. Iâm getting too excited.â
The pleading look, his fluttering lashes, and flushed ears is a sight worthy of the Louvre.
He needs to cool off in the ocean after that.
As Iâve said, he loves everything about the beach, so heâll be down to run and splash around.
He treats it like your day, though. Whatever you want to do, heâll be glued to your side.
If you donât want to go in the water because you donât know how to swim or are scared of the ocean, heâll bring it to you.
I donât know the complete nature of Leanderâs magic, but itâd be so cool if he could manipulate water (I donât think he can, but just think about it for a moment).
He will turn it into a little show, making shapes around your head. Like jumping dolphins and fish.
He ends the display by splashing you right in the face.
âSorry, sorry.â (His bitch ass isnât sorry).
He will lay back and let you turn him into a human sand mountain.
Will pull you into his lap to watch the sunset. The whole time, heâs trailing his lips up and down your neck, making you squirm and stammer.
Doesnât like the beach.
Hates how the sand gets in places it never should be.
Or the smell of fish and how freezing the water temperature is.
They visited a few times when they were a child, only to get burnt to hell.
Remembers how uncomfortable it was to sleep with all those sunburns.
But they will go for you.
Maybe it will be more tolerable with your presence.
Theyâre not the type to show off a lot of skin, especially when theyâre sensitive to the sun. So theyâre probably wearing swim trunks with one of those hooded bathing suit covers.
Hair is down because their nape is usually the first place to get sun burnt (and bc I said so).
How they would react to you in a swimsuit:
You look really good but they will second guess all their compliments in fear of coming off as creepy.
âYou look⊠acceptable. Appropriate for a beach outing.â
âOr you could just admit that you think Iâm hot.â You poke at one of their cheeks, pointing out the vibrant shade of them.
They donât hesitate to slap your hand away. âItâs just the sun!â
They shamelessly sneak glances when they know youâre distracted.
With great reluctance, Mhin will let you apply their sunscreen.
âI can get my face. Iâm not a child,â they grumble as they let you rub it in anyway.
âI know. I just want to.â
They canât deny you anything when you look at them like that.
And they notice when your touch lingers on the mark bordering their lower lip. They always do. Just how their eyes always fall to your own lips whenever that happens.
Fusses over refreshing your sunscreen, like Kuras (but in a more maternal fashion).
Youâre not allowed to go ANYWHERE until you give it ten minutes to dry.
And you tease them when they rub it on your body.
âYou can go a little lower. I donât mind.â
If thereâs anything they enjoy about the beach, itâs collecting seashells, or seeing what washes up on the shore.
Thinking about Mhin putting them in a little jar to give to you <3
If theyâre not relaxing in the shade, theyâre probably building sand castles with you.
Itâs like youâre healing your inner children together.
You teach them how to catch the sand crabs that wash up from the waves.
Maybe the beach isnât so bad after allâŠ
That is, until their sandwich gets snatched up by a seagull.
Really ruffles their feathers (haha⊠I promise I can be funny)
You take them into town to get some ice cream. They have to pretend like theyâre not excited.
You look to make sure no one else is around before acting on your scheme.
âYouâve got a little something right here.â
They did, but you shake your head.
Before they can wipe their mouth again, you lean in for a soft kiss. Hand supporting their lower back.
Their body stiffens when your noses bump.
And when your tongue swipes over their bottom lip, they actually have to swallow a noise. The strawberry taste is sweet in your mouth.
You go back to your treat as if nothing happened. Meanwhile, Mhinâs brain is doing a whole factory reset.
If they werenât holding their ice cream, they would gladly push you against the wall to give you a longer kiss.
Itâs sunset when you get back to the sand.
The two of you are listening to the waves while you cuddle on the blanket. Their head rests against your chest.
As exhaustion seeps in, they become susceptible to your attention, which is evident from how they allow you to stroke their hair.
âYou should keep it down more often.â You twirl an ivory strand around your finger.
âWell, now because you mentioned it, I wonât.â
They feel the vibrations of your laugh. Then your warm palm grasping their chin to move them into a forehead kiss.
They end up falling asleep on you. In wondering how long itâs been since theyâve gotten proper rest, you let them lay there until the stars find their places in the sky.
Doesnât like any place where he can get dirty.
But the whole world is dirty.
Probably wears the skimpiest swim shorts known to man because he likes to show off his biteable thighs.
Itâs very effective because his legs are all you can think about for a while.
Anyone else in a mile radius is transfixed, too, so hopefully youâre not the jealous type.
There are traces of abs from what I can see on his official sprite, but I like to think that heâs more toned than muscular (like Ais and Leander).
Has the smoothest skin out of all the LIâs.
You can imagine the feel of it from just looking at his stomach.
When he stretches around you, his arch game goes crazy. (And you can bet your ass that itâs on purpose).
If he notices you watching, heâll be bratty like Ais.
âMaybe Iâll let you touch if you get on your knees.â
Okay, but VERE WITH HIS HAIR UP
He already has enough to worry about with his tail, so his long hair is pinned back in a perfect mess (with the front parts still loose around his face, lord have mercy).
I was about to say âmessy bunâ like, okay y/n.
How he would react to you in a swimsuit:
Compliments you like a normal person.
But his eyes and lingering hands reveal whatâs between the lines.
If your suit is held together by strings, he will playfully tug at them when heâs applying your sunscreen. Or at your waistband.
âVere,â your voice is a light warning.
âWhat? Iâm just making sure that you donât get ugly tan lines.â
Will imagine putting his mouth on any newly exposed areas of skin.
Heâs like that one image of the two characters with one of them thinking about holding hands while the other is having unholy thoughts.
He wonât do anything that crosses the line of consent, though. (He may enjoy a little violence but heâs not evil).
Never skips out on sunscreen.
He probably has the expensive kind that smells like cocoa butter.
Yes, if you ask, heâll let you use it.
When he feels your hands on him, heâs almost purring. The twitching ears and tail flicks are very telling. So itâs not at all convincing when he denies liking your attention.
He canât help but crave touch from his favorite people, even if he doesnât want to.
Will keep acting like you missed a spot so you can keep touching him.
Anytime he can relax under the sun is a good time. Especially knowing that heâll have to return to his drab cell.
He also loves presenting a view for you.
Will love it more if you laid with him.
But if you wish to do other things, he will be content watching you.
Doesnât care to get his tail wet, so if he goes for a dip, the water wonât be higher than knee level. And he will hold his tail to his chest.
Every so often, you notice that heâs got his sketchbook out. Whenever you ask to see, heâll respond by asking what youâll do in return for a peek. Ultimately, you give up, because Vere is always finicky about his drawings (and itâs understandable, because a look into an artistâs sketchbook is a look into their soul). You will just have to wait for the day he trusts you that much.
Yeah, alright, itâs because heâs mostly sketching you.
When he looks over to see you drawing in the sand with a stick, he steals a glance.
Youâre bordering his name and yours with a heart, and it does something sickening to the one in his chest.
Something he likes to do is see how many free things he can get from establishments. So when the two of you are looking around at the stalls set up on the pier, he puts on his most charming front for the vendors.
He manages to get you a popsicle and himself a cocktail.
Youâre both sitting on the wooden platform, enjoying your refreshments, when he grasps your wrist and pulls your treat towards him.
Heâs probably going to steal a bite. After all, Vere prefers taking without asking.
You nearly gasp when his tongue laves your fingers. He takes his time collecting the sticky juice that has dripped over your skin. Worst of all, his eyes never leave yours.
âYouâre welcome.â His glass fails to hide the curl of his lip.
In your shock, a few more drops manage to land on your thigh. You see one of his ears twitch when his attention follows.
âDonât you even think about it,â you hiss, burning up. Because he totally will. âThere are people around.â
He arches a brow (cue that Leona Kingscholar cosplay image iykyk). âSo if there werenât any, you would let me?â
When the sun begins to set, he calls you over so he can play with your hair.
He can usually handle his alcohol, but that drink was stronger than he anticipated. Heâs feeling very handsy, moving your hair to kiss down your nape.
âLetâs find a hotel.â He doesnât mean it in a sexual wayâjust doesnât want the day to end.
âI promised Basilea to have you back by nine.â
His teeth sink into your shoulderânot deep enough to draw blood, but to make his disapproval known and felt.
âOw! Iâm not the one responsible for the curfew, okay? Be nice.â
He nuzzles against you. âWeâre not leaving until you pick every grain of sand from my tail.â
What happens if youâre all in the same place at the same time:
Iâm sure you wish to be passed around like a blunt, but half the cast has tried to kill each other, soooo-
They might be able to behave for the first thirty minutes (like how they did at the Wet Wick), but as the day gets longer, chaos unfolds.
Hopefully you donât have favorites because getting ten minutes alone with anyone is impossible without being interrupted.
Ais and Leander will probably start a game of frisbee or volleyball. What starts as something innocent ends in bloodshed because they get too competitive.
As in, anyone else who was a part of that game, left in fear of their own safety because shit was flying at 40 mph.
I can imagine Mhin getting a bloody nose. You and Leander are at their side the very next moment. (Vereâs cackling in the background)
Leander will try to help because heâs fond of Mhin, but the more attention they receive from you, the less bad he feels.
Or maybe the frisbee is flying towards your face, and Kuras, who's sitting next to you, manages to catch it. You jolt at the sound it makes upon contact. Youâd be lucky to get off with a dent in your skull if it had landed. Â
Kuras is pissed, and doesnât hesitate to chew into both Leander and Ais.
Thatâs basically the end of that.
Letâs not even get into Vere and Mhin.
They bring out the most immature sides of each other.
Vere annoys you because it annoys Mhin.
Iâm talking excessive compliments, offering to rub sunscreen on your back, casual touchesâŠ
And itâs not from the kindness of his heart, but because Mhin is irritated by the idea that he may have malicious intentions.
âMaybe I do. Whatâs the problem? Weâre both adults.â
âYouâre clearly making them uncomfortable, asshole.â
âSo, which one of us are you jealous of?â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
âOr maybe you wish you were in between us. That must be it, since youâre so deep in our fucking business.â
Really petty squabbles that will drive everyone around them insane, too.
Whenever Mhin brings back seashells, theyâre miraculously gone by the time they return.
Vere will go lower and lower until theyâve put up with enough.
Overall, itâs not a nice scene.
The cast wonât last a day together and end up doing separate things.
Mhin and Kuras return home with more pressing business to attend to.
Ais and Vere get together to bar crawl in town.
Which leaves a satisfied Leander who is happy to take you back home.