Touchstarved Head Canons (No. 3)
Going to the beach with the LI’s.
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)
➢ Request by @lycorismiso (Thank youuu! I really hope you like it <3)
➢ Established relationships? (It can be whatever the hell you want it to be)
➢ If you see any misspellings, no the fuck you didn't.
➢ Mostly fluff (if you ignore my unhinged commentary), but slightly suggestive at times!
➢ 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.
Doesn’t know why because this is his first time visiting the beach, but he suspects it’s the influence of a certain tentacled entity…
The eyeful you’re getting as he walks around shirtless.
Hear me out. He keeps the necklace on.
And ofc, the full view of his tattoo and navel piercing (don’t know if it’s canon but fanart has teased it).
If he notices you staring, he’ll be an absolute menace about it.
“What is it, Sparrow? Am I getting burnt already?” or “Did I miss a spot with the sunscreen? Why don’t you come over here and help me out with that.”
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 it’s not the heat raising his temperature.
If you’re the type to wear bikinis and things of that nature, he’ll make a teasing comment about how inefficient the flimsy material must be.
“You should be careful in the water. Would hate for one of those ties to loosen.” (Me when I lie)
He only puts one layer of sunscreen on, and the rest of the day is in god’s hands. He doesn’t care if he burns. He thinks he’s beyond such things.
Unless you offer to put some more on him.
“I’ll just pretend like this isn’t an excuse to feel me up.”
BITCH. “Maybe I’m using this as an excuse to strangle you. Ever think of that?”
“Sounds fun.” (I can picture his fucking sprites when I’m 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 isn’t so bad after all.
He’ll probably pull some punk shit like grabbing your leg to make you think that there’s something in the water. (RIP Thalassophobes)
Bc whenever you think Ais is being sweet, he’ll say or do some BS that ruins the moment.
And I love him for that honestly.
If you don’t 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.
“Oh my God! You have to come over here right now! Hurry!”
Your urgent tone quickens his strides. Is it possible that you hurt yourself?
“Look!” He follows where you point…
Where there’s a little, brown octopus between two rocks.
“You’re such a bastard.” The corner of his mouth breaks into a weak smile because he can’t truly be angry at that.
Will definitely want to end the day at a bar in town. He’s paying of course.
The way I can’t picture this man in a normal bathing suit.
He’s 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 he’s searching for excuses to touch you.
It’s rare to find a human that sparks any sort of attraction in him, yet you’re managing to do just that.
He calls your name and you perk up. “Come here.”
You find yourself being turned around, and he’s fixing a crooked part of your suit.
“There.” 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 he’s doing this on purpose. If he knows the effect he has on you. When you turn around, nothing on his face reveals what he’s thinking. But if you had watched him closely, then you would’ve seen the way his eyes followed the curves of your shoulders.
He feels a little guilty harboring these feelings.
Whenever he’s around you, he doesn’t always feel like an angel–untouched by base, human urges.
I feel like he’s 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, he’s making sure you don’t 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 aren’t 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 doesn’t matter if he’s in the middle of a plot twist in his novel, if you ask to go on a stroll, he’ll be on his feet in seconds.
Will wrap an arm around your shoulder or link your hands.
He would love boardwalks.
Or if there’s 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 won’t slip and fall, when-
“Ow! Geez-” You stagger a bit.
“I almost cut my foot.” You try to examine it, but Kuras abruptly pulls you towards him.
A small noise escapes when you’re being lifted–arm braced against your back and legs tucked over his other in a princess carry.
“Please excuse me. I should’ve done this a lot sooner.” He hitches you against his chest, making your hold tighten around his broad shoulders.
“Carrying me off into the sunset? How romantic.” It’s meant to be a joke but your poor heart doesn’t get the memo.
He doesn’t meet your eyes. “Think whatever you wish, but it would be unfortunate if we had to cut this day short to give you stitches.”
He carries you the whole way down, and even examines the wound for you. Thankfully it’s just a prick from a sharp rock.
Piggyback ride supremacy! You’re 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.
He’s like a jittery puppy.
The night before, he didn’t 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 you’re 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.
YOU’LL NEVER HEAR ME POINT OUT HIS MANIPULATIVE BEHAVIOR AGAIN
The NIPPLE piercings *GHULP* (Now, I’m pretty sure THOSE are canon).
Has the most atrocious farmer’s tan (just look at the official art), but it’s all part of his charm.
He’ll glance over at you every so often to try and catch you checking him out (bc he’s a little pathetic like that).
Dare I… dare I suggest a speedo.
Won’t 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 he’s just scratching his head.
It’s SO funny because he really thinks he’s subtle after striking thirty model poses.
Then you finally whistle. “Nice view.”
You wave him off. “You’re in the way.”
How he would react to you in a swimsuit:
Like, it’s hard for him to act nonchalant when he’s seeing a relaxed side of you.
He really tries to keep his staring to a minimum.
But you look so cute when you’re embarrassed.
He’ll knock it off eventually, though.
If you ask him to put sunscreen on you:
He will turn it into a full massage.
He’ll 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 you’re going to fall asleep on the blanket, he’ll laugh. He’s giddy at the fact that you feel this comfortable around him.
He won’t put on sunscreen unless you do it for him.
“A little sunlight can’t hurt you.”
Genuinely thinks he’s 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, he’s extra sensitive there.
Has to stop himself from trembling (bc it’s 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 you’re looking at his piercings, he has to stop you. Your palm is on his sternum with his fingers wrapped around your wrist.
“Sorry. I’m getting too excited.”
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 I’ve said, he loves everything about the beach, so he’ll be down to run and splash around.
He treats it like your day, though. Whatever you want to do, he’ll be glued to your side.
If you don’t want to go in the water because you don’t know how to swim or are scared of the ocean, he’ll bring it to you.
I don’t know the complete nature of Leander’s magic, but it’d be so cool if he could manipulate water (I don’t 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.
“Sorry, sorry.” (His bitch ass isn’t 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, he’s trailing his lips up and down your neck, making you squirm and stammer.
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.
They’re not the type to show off a lot of skin, especially when they’re sensitive to the sun. So they’re 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.
“You look… acceptable. Appropriate for a beach outing.”
“Or you could just admit that you think I’m hot.” You poke at one of their cheeks, pointing out the vibrant shade of them.
They don’t hesitate to slap your hand away. “It’s just the sun!”
They shamelessly sneak glances when they know you’re distracted.
With great reluctance, Mhin will let you apply their sunscreen.
“I can get my face. I’m not a child,” they grumble as they let you rub it in anyway.
“I know. I just want to.”
They can’t 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).
You’re not allowed to go ANYWHERE until you give it ten minutes to dry.
And you tease them when they rub it on your body.
“You can go a little lower. I don’t mind.”
If there’s anything they enjoy about the beach, it’s 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 they’re not relaxing in the shade, they’re probably building sand castles with you.
It’s like you’re healing your inner children together.
You teach them how to catch the sand crabs that wash up from the waves.
Maybe the beach isn’t so bad after all…
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 they’re not excited.
You look to make sure no one else is around before acting on your scheme.
“You’ve got a little something right here.”
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, Mhin’s brain is doing a whole factory reset.
If they weren’t holding their ice cream, they would gladly push you against the wall to give you a longer kiss.
It’s 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.
“You should keep it down more often.” You twirl an ivory strand around your finger.
“Well, now because you mentioned it, I won’t.”
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 it’s been since they’ve gotten proper rest, you let them lay there until the stars find their places in the sky.
Doesn’t 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.
It’s 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 you’re not the jealous type.
There are traces of abs from what I can see on his official sprite, but I like to think that he’s more toned than muscular (like Ais and Leander).
Has the smoothest skin out of all the LI’s.
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 it’s on purpose).
If he notices you watching, he’ll be bratty like Ais.
“Maybe I’ll let you touch if you get on your knees.”
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 “messy bun” 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 what’s between the lines.
If your suit is held together by strings, he will playfully tug at them when he’s applying your sunscreen. Or at your waistband.
“Vere,” your voice is a light warning.
“What? I’m just making sure that you don’t get ugly tan lines.”
Will imagine putting his mouth on any newly exposed areas of skin.
He’s like that one image of the two characters with one of them thinking about holding hands while the other is having unholy thoughts.
He won’t do anything that crosses the line of consent, though. (He may enjoy a little violence but he’s not evil).
Never skips out on sunscreen.
He probably has the expensive kind that smells like cocoa butter.
Yes, if you ask, he’ll let you use it.
When he feels your hands on him, he’s almost purring. The twitching ears and tail flicks are very telling. So it’s not at all convincing when he denies liking your attention.
He can’t help but crave touch from his favorite people, even if he doesn’t 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 he’ll 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.
Doesn’t care to get his tail wet, so if he goes for a dip, the water won’t be higher than knee level. And he will hold his tail to his chest.
Every so often, you notice that he’s got his sketchbook out. Whenever you ask to see, he’ll respond by asking what you’ll do in return for a peek. Ultimately, you give up, because Vere is always finicky about his drawings (and it’s understandable, because a look into an artist’s sketchbook is a look into their soul). You will just have to wait for the day he trusts you that much.
Yeah, alright, it’s because he’s mostly sketching you.
When he looks over to see you drawing in the sand with a stick, he steals a glance.
You’re 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.
You’re both sitting on the wooden platform, enjoying your refreshments, when he grasps your wrist and pulls your treat towards him.
He’s 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.
“You’re welcome.” 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.
“Don’t you even think about it,” you hiss, burning up. Because he totally will. “There are people around.”
He arches a brow (cue that Leona Kingscholar cosplay image iykyk). “So if there weren’t any, you would let me?”
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. He’s feeling very handsy, moving your hair to kiss down your nape.
“Let’s find a hotel.” He doesn’t mean it in a sexual way–just doesn’t want the day to end.
“I promised Basilea to have you back by nine.”
His teeth sink into your shoulder–not deep enough to draw blood, but to make his disapproval known and felt.
“Ow! I’m not the one responsible for the curfew, okay? Be nice.”
He nuzzles against you. “We’re not leaving until you pick every grain of sand from my tail.”
What happens if you’re all in the same place at the same time:
I’m 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 don’t 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. (Vere’s cackling in the background)
Leander will try to help because he’s 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. You’d be lucky to get off with a dent in your skull if it had landed.
Kuras is pissed, and doesn’t hesitate to chew into both Leander and Ais.
That’s basically the end of that.
Let’s not even get into Vere and Mhin.
They bring out the most immature sides of each other.
Vere annoys you because it annoys Mhin.
I’m talking excessive compliments, offering to rub sunscreen on your back, casual touches…
And it’s not from the kindness of his heart, but because Mhin is irritated by the idea that he may have malicious intentions.
“Maybe I do. What’s the problem? We’re both adults.”
“You’re clearly making them uncomfortable, asshole.”
“So, which one of us are you jealous of?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Or maybe you wish you were in between us. That must be it, since you’re so deep in our fucking business.”
Really petty squabbles that will drive everyone around them insane, too.
Whenever Mhin brings back seashells, they’re miraculously gone by the time they return.
Vere will go lower and lower until they’ve put up with enough.
Overall, it’s not a nice scene.
The cast won’t 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.
