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squidwen · 2 years

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💡Brace Yourself, Glassfish💡

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Summary: You can’t stand Floyd Leech. Who does he think he is, squeezing you within an inch of your life all the time? You question whether you’ll be able to last much longer and devise a plan to deter the eel for good.

However, perhaps you go a bit too far? After all, ending up in a back brace is never a good thing, and Floyd isn’t unscathed by your antics either.

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Floyd Leech was a bear trap in a blazer: sharp teeth, powerful arms, and a proficiency for clamping them around anyone he fancied. When he swaggered down the NRC corridors everyone made way for him. It was the only time Riddle was grateful for his shortness, using it to hide amongst the crowds.

However, you were Floyd’s favourite thing to hold. A human from another world? How fascinating. How far could your bones go without breaking? How hard would you fight to get away from him? Were humans built differently in your world to Twisted Wonderland? There was only one way to find out, and Floyd used every opportunity to answer his questions.

•~•~•~•~•

The lamps dimmed across the Monstro Lounge, blanketing the polished surfaces in milky blue light. The end of your shift was minutes away. Your hands ached from cleaning tables, your socks pooled about your ankles, and condiments stained your waiting uniform. You couldn’t wait to slide into your broken bed back in Ramshackle. Lumpy mattresses and sharp springs are surprisingly comfortable when you’re exhausted.

“Ne, Shrimpy~”

You winced. No, not him. Not now.

Floyd’s voice sounded like a cheese grater was being rubbed against his larynx. Not wanting to provoke him in any way, you spun on your heels – a smile prepared on your face. But Floyd was closer than you thought. Your nose stopped centimetres from his chest. He towered over you, a dish rag slung over his shoulder and a serving tray tucked under his arm.

How could you have forgotten?

Floyd had his shift after you on Tuesdays. Usually you would have bundled your things into your bag and slipped away before the eel could make it onto the restaurant floor. But Monstro Lounge had been so busy this evening that you’d not had time.

“You look tired, Shrimpy.”

You shrugged, cracking your neck. Bad move.

Floyd’s fingers twitched at his side, like they itched to get a hold of you. “Ne~ you’re like an instrument. Oh! Does your neck make one note, and perhaps your back another? Could I play ‘Under the Sea’ just by squeezing you a certain way?~”

You jumped back. “No. Floyd, please. You grew up underwater. Your bone density is greater than mine. You can’t bear hug humans and expect them to hold out as well as Jade, or Azul.”

“I’m human now, too.” His voice became dark. “Compared to my eel form, I barely have any strength.”

You took another step back and collided into something. An identical pair of gold and grey eyes stared down at you, cruel and calculating.

“Floyd, you shouldn’t tease our colleagues,” mused Jade. “Azul needs all the help he can get on busy nights such as this. We can’t have people resigning because the conditions aren’t workable.”

Floyd slouched and rolled his eyes. “But look at them, Jade. Shrimpy looks so tense and tight.”

Jade glanced at you briefly. There was no pity in his face. In fact, there was nothing at all. Just bland contemplation, as if dealing with his brother’s whims was written into his genetic makeup. “You can play chiropractor tomorrow.” Your eyes widened, pushing a tiny grin onto Jade’s face. “For now, Y/N is free to go. Azul doesn’t pay people for working over their contracted hours. This isn’t a hostage situation.”

Floyd grit his teeth.

“Is it?”

You took the opportunity to slink away. Inside the kitchen you bumped into a student cooking pasta. He cursed as uncooked shells fell to the floor, snapping under your shoes like bones. After apologising you threw your dirty rag into the laundry bin and made for Ramshackle.

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Your mind buzzed.

You had to do something. Anything. You knew Floyd would never respect your boundaries not to be squeezed. What was it about Jade that always made his brother listen? Both brothers were sadists, that was for certain. But Jade got inside people’s heads - even his own brother’s. Perhaps you ought to take a leaf out of his notebook, and traumatise Floyd into leaving you alone?

You had your plan before you got home. First, you needed to visit Ortho Shroud.

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Tomorrow came too quickly. After washing your serving uniform you returned to Octavinelle to put it to your locker - a perfect excuse to be near the kitchen.

The packets of uncooked pasta were where you remembered them. Checking that the coast was clear, you slid a handful into your pocket and slipped through the door into the Monstro Lounge in search of your target.

Despite being closed for service, Octavinelle students still used the lounge as a communal area. Third years swilled alcohol in tumblers, while younger students contented themselves with mocktails and table snacks. The hubbub was cordial and gentle with profanity occasionally coming form the snooker table.

Floyd was draped across the bar as Jade mixed drinks. You paused to study him: he couldn’t have looked more bored. Periods between lessons – excluding club time – left the man with very little to occupy himself. Perfect, you thought. He’d likely jump at the chance to make good on his brother’s declaration yesterday.

You discreetly slid two of the pasta shells inside your mouth, positioning them over the molars.

“Hey gents,” you cooed. Jade’s eyes widened with surprise as you sat on the bar stool. No doubt he was stunned that you’d place yourself near Floyd so willingly.

“Ahh, Prefect. Can I get you anything?”

“Just a cup of ice, please. I need to put something on my neck.”

Floyd snapped up, like a rake handle when the bottom is stepped on. “Still having trouble with it, Shrimpy?”

You pretended to seethe as you rubbed it. Floyd didn’t need any further provoking. He slid off the stool and wrapped his long arms around you. You feigned panic, shifting to try and get away from him. As effortlessly as picking up a chair, Floyd swung you into the air and pressed you against himself. You felt his muscles tense around you, practically solidifying into stone.

He held you tighter, and tighter, until-

CRUNCH!

You bit down on the pasta.

Jade dropped the glass he was polishing. The whole room stilled. No one dared breathe as they watched you go limp in Floyd’s arms, thinking the worst…thinking Floyd had finally snapped someone’s spine.

Floyd was deathly still. But then his arms started to tremble. Shake.

“Well don’t just stand there!” cried one of the students. “Get them to the infirmary!”

If you hadn’t been looking straight at him, you never would have guessed the person holding you was Floyd. His arms drew you so tenderly to his chest, cradling you as if you were made of glass. He tried to keep you as straight as possible in fear of making your condition worse. You felt wicked but if you didn’t follow this through things would never improve.

Within moments Floyd was heading for the portal mirror. Jade took off his apron and followed him.

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Ortho was waiting in the infirmary as you’d instructed. The school nurse was often absent, so it wasn’t uncommon for the robot boy to take up her shifts. Idia had installed endless medical data into his hard drive. Acting ones, too.

“Y/N!” Ortho gasped when Floyd brought you in. He was white as a ghost, his heart thrumming in his chest as if it might burst out of him.

“Set them down,” Ortho instructed. “Gently.”

Floyd slipped you onto a hospital bed, still giddy with worry. Sensing his fragility, Jade dropped a hand onto Floyd’s shoulder. The weight helped to steady him, but by no means distracted from the situation. Stale sunlight filtered through the dusty windows, catching on Floyd’s dewy eyes.

Ortho took your hands and laid them palms-up at your sides. “I’m going to x-ray you now, Y/N. You don’t have to respond. Just stay very still.”

You obeyed. The robot took to the air and hovered above your bed, his eyes turning blue as he scanned you from head to toe. It was a challenge not to laugh at his grave little face.

“It’s not good news,” he sighed, blinking off the scanner. “Y/N has two ruptured discs.”

Floyd let out a mournful wail and dropped to his knees. His shaking fingers found yours and curled around them, a silent beg for forgiveness. “Can you fix them?”

You could see the guilt on Ortho’s face from this charade, but a discreet wink encouraged him to keep up the act. “Hard to say. Big brother is clever, but he doesn’t know everything. And so, nor do I. I’ll have to start working while the injury is fresh. So if you two wouldn’t mind leaving-“

Floyd bounced back up and dragged Jade by the collar out of the infirmary.

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You didn’t move until their footsteps – and Jade’s irritated scolds – fell quiet.

Sighing with relief, you spat the pasta shells into a glass by your bed and high-fived Ortho. The little robot seemed very pleased with himself. “I suggest we put you in a back brace to make it seem extra convincing.”

“If you want to be an actor I can put a good word in to Vil for you. That performance was seamless.”

“Oh stop!” The tips of Ortho’s hair turned a bashful pink. “That was luck. I still don’t understand the nuance of faking emotions. I’m still trying to understand them in general. But, I have to say, Floyd did seem very distressed. Which is…bad?”

That made you chuckle. “Not at all. You still have much to learn.”

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If you thought Floyd wouldn’t leave you alone before, he certainly didn’t now. While you were around him he watched you like a hawk, offering to carry you up flights of stairs and hold your books. He could also barely get through a sentence without sliding in the word ‘sorry’.

You’d returned to working at the Monstro Lounge a few days later and Azul had rewarded your tenacity with a dinner on the house, complete with dessert. Did your lies make you feel bad? Not at all. You’d become quite the celebrity around NRC. Many students had come up to thank you for ‘taking one for the team’, because apparently Floyd hadn’t squeezed anyone since the incident.

“Maybe Glassfish would be a better name for you, Shrimpy,” he teased as he brought your free meal over to you. You’d gotten to sit in a booth right by the fist tank, the most comfortable and aesthetic in the house.

But…

Perhaps the universe wanted to punish you for traumatising the poor eel?

Suddenly, Floyd skidded on a serviette. He clumsily set the plate down before falling onto you, throwing his hand out to stop himself. You’d forgotten to take the spare pasta shells out of your pocket.

When Floyd’s palm struck it there came that familiar crunch.

“Did I do it again? Are you alright?" Floyd staggered back, mortified. "Was it your hip? Your leg? Do you need Ortho? Shall I get Azul? Or even Malleus? I don’t care if he’s big and scary, he’s good at healing magic…”

He trailed off when he saw your face. Why weren’t you writhing in agony? You just looked shocked. Like a deer caught in headlights. Floyd raised his eyebrow as he stalked forward, bracing his hands on the back of the booth and the table to block your escape.

You jerked backwards at his closeness, a move far too energetic for someone with a damaged back.

Floyd didn’t ask permission before diving into your pocket. At first he seemed bemused to find uncooked pasta, but then he stared ruefully into your eyes as he slowly clenched his fist.

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You didn’t remember hearing the pasta break. Within seconds you’d vaulted over the back of the booth and were running towards the Monstro Lounge door. Your cover was not only blown, it was in ashes.

Floyd stared after you in bewilderment. How cunning and clever you had been. How exciting...

“When I get my hands on you,” he cried, jumping out of the booth, “I’m dragging you back here and squeezing you in my eel form!” A crazed smile was on his face. “I bet I can play ‘Under the Sea’ with your back, but there’s only one way to find out.”

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Author Note: My second favourite Octavinelle now takes the stage. I hoped you liked this :)

Something silly…violent and deceptive…but still utterly ridiculous.

Do let me know what you think by commenting/reblogging with comments. Reading your messages always makes my day!!

Squidwen x

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dollwritesarchive · 2 years

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𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎 ⎹ 𝓕.𝓛.

❝ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ⤻ twisted wonderland / @dollsotome-library

❝ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ⤻ floyd leech x reader ( f! )

❝ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ⤻ nsfw! none of my writings are meant for anyone under the age of 18, and any minors interacting will be blocked on site.

❝ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs ⤻ literally all smut because i’m a whore, oral sex / face fucking, semi public sex, spit kink, orgasm denial, degradation, floyd should come with his own warning

❝ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ⤻ 1.5k / mini musing

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you could stay like this for hours.

sure, your knees were tender from being dug against the floor for so long, and the corners of your mouth were starting to ache; your jaw tight and sore, and your arm was getting tired from the relentless pumping.

but then, he moaned like that and none of the discomfort mattered anymore.

you could stay like this for hours as long as it meant he kept making those sounds.

a soft, breathy whine of your name, and your eyes flickered up. they trail along the length of his torso, tracing the join of his purple button down until it ends and the taut, slick skin of his sweating, heaving chest began. you’d already marked his porcelain flesh with teeth and tongue from collarbone to earlobe, leaving thick, purple marks in the shape of your kiss, and your gaze leap-frogged from lovebite to lovebite upwards over his clavicle and neck. he always wore your signatures with pride, brandishing them like brand new tattoos for all to see. now was no exception— he catches you staring and his mouth twists into a wicked smirk, flashing sharpened teeth.

“You like to watch me, angelfish?” he croons, golden gaze glimmering. “Wanna see how good you can make me feel?” you would’ve nodded, if your head wasn’t bobbing— mouth full of his cock. still, Floyd expected some kind of answer, so you manage a garbled mhm and pair it with a flutter of your lashes, begging him to give you a show. in the dimmed glow of the Mostro Lounge, he was celestial, bathed in aquamarines. long legs spread, kicked out for you to fit right between them. once the lounge closed for the night, it had been all too easy the moment he plopped down at one of the empty tables for you to follow and drop to your knees.

it was almost pathetic just how wrapped around his finger you were.

“Haaa…” it’s a shaky exhale, his lids slitting when you swirl your tongue around the swollen head of his cock, teasing the most sensitive portion with the very tip of your velvety muscle. to ensure that not a single inch of him is neglected, you squeeze your fist around his thickness, pumping from the very base to tip, kissing the side of your hand with each stroke. you’re gifted with a drizzle of precum for your fervent flicking— the rawest form of his desire intoxicating you the very second it coats your tastebuds. “That’s it,” he whines, and even though you want to close your eyes and savor him, you’re entranced by the visage of him writhing in the chair, his jagged pearls grinding with his jaw sewn tight, “Like that… please…” you were already obeying, pumping faster, sucking harder. it wasn’t so often that anyone made Floyd this docile or hopeless, and you would be lying to say that it didn’t make you feel like a goddess.

that was, of course, until you felt the weight of his hand on the top of your head.

you half expect him to push down, force his entirety down your throat. it wouldn’t have been the first time, and so you allowed your jaw a moment to relax, so maybe (fingers crossed) you wouldn’t gag on him this time.

but Floyd’s willowy fingers comb through your hair, grasping the very roots to urge your head back. his cock slips from your swollen lips, and you lean back, falling on the cool, hard floor on your bum. you hadn’t noticed how wet you were until you felt the damp patch of your panties shift against you. you did love sucking him off.

Floyd is beaming; grinning ear to ear in the sleaziest way, his eyes twinkling as he hunches forward, leaning close. “Lemme see here, open that pretty cocksucker!” he exclaims, breathing hot air on your lips until they hang open in acquiescence. your own breath is heavy and excited, the tip of your tongue hanging out over your bottom tier. “So submissive,” Floyd purrs, “and you love every minute of being my bitch.” he didn’t have to ask— he knew you did, and he emphasized his certainty by shoving his free hand into your uniform skirt and panties so abruptly that you squeak and arch your back when he cups your sex.

“Flo—“

“Shut up,” he mutters, but his tone isn’t malicious. he’s staring at you with the fondest, hungriest eyes you’ve ever seen, “you’re so cute, angelfish!” his tongue slithers out swiping over his teeth, before curling under yours. at first, you think he wants to play, and you twist yours, but his lips envelop your tongue, instead, and he suckles on it as he rubs you, the tips of his first two fingers zeroed in on your clitoris to coax it with hard spearing to swell further. you mewl, grinding your hips in sync with his massage, riding his fingers until they’re soaked. Floyd grins, dragging the edges of his teeth over your tastebuds before he lets go, taking a second to stare at your countenance. your eyes were closed, mouth open wide and tongue dangling for him, and lusty whimpers drip from your tiers. “Is it so sensitive?” he teases, excited and he chortles when you nod, “Look at you, getting all worked up from just my fingers. You’re just so easy it’s both pathetic and adorable. I could do anything to you, couldn't i? I could get away with anything as long as I keep playing with this little pussy.” he wasn’t wrong, either. you were rubbing yourself on his hand like a bitch in heat, begging to cum and moaning for him, and all he had to do was sit there and let you.

you definitely weren’t expecting what happens next, however. his tongue disappears back into his mouth and he works it around for a moment, before his lips pucker and he launches a mouthful of spit into your open cavern. you flinch when your lips are peppered with his saliva, but resist the urge to lick it up; instead, allowing it to dribble down to your chin in thin strips.

“Wanna… cum…” you breathe out, eyelids fluttering. you were already on the cusp, your stomach knotting up, muscles pulling taut, back arching. you could feel it tugging at you, eager to spread like wildfire and engulf you. Floyd watches you, even more enthralled, and suddenly snatches his hand away, leaving you unfulfilled. you whine, eyes wide and disappointed as your hips quiver. “W—wait—“

“I don’t want you to.” Floyd replies, careless as he brings his hand up. he spreads each digit in front of your face, showing you just how messy you were. his fingers were coated in shine, and strings of slick web them together, “Teasing you is so much more fun.”

“Floyd!” you whine, sitting up on your knees and rubbing your thighs together in hopes to stimulate you enough, but it was too late; the pending orgasm had already melted. “Please!”

“Nuh uh,” he answers with a roll of his eyes, smearing his sticky fingers over your open mouth, forcing you to taste yourself and making a bigger mess of your face, “and stop using that warm fuckhole to bug me about it and wrap your lips around my cock again.” the hand that had been idle in your hair pushes your head down again, and you welcome him into your mouth again with a gurgled moan. “Azul and Jade will be back soon, and you know how much they love to ruin our play time in the lounge, so hurry up and make me cum.” you look up at him, eyelashes wet, as he uses the grip on your hair to dribble your head on him until you’re drooling, bobbing helplessly, and your moans are broken clucks. Floyd takes one look at you like that and exhales in adoration, “and I’ll take you back to my room and tie you up with my scarf. Then, I’ll tongue fuck your greedy, little pussy until you cry.”

#floyd leech smut #floyd leech x mc #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech imagines #twisted wonderland smut #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst x mc #twst x you #twst smut #twst imagines #anime #otome #Disney

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hanchette · 1 year

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 : ( twisted wonderland characters )

a/n : aaaaaaaaa hiii happy november!!!

consist of : fluff, established relationship, gender neutral reader — autumn vibes

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇 the absolute menace in autumn will find any way to have fun when he feels like it, raked leaves? oh ho ho you know he's gotta do it. wait no floyd- and there he goes stumbling to the pile of golden leaves set in one spot, he guffaw in joy at the feeling of the wind brushing against his skin and how the dive sent tingles of happiness within, in no matter of seconds, the leech is dragging you to it. "ehehe, this is so fun shrimpy! c'mon!" best believe that he will haul you and throw you on it. the two of you laugh, cuddled by the fall, floyd took your hand and laces his fingers with yours before pulling you to straddle on him, "oh! shrimpy is turning bold, eh?" he teases to which you slap his chest playfully, gold falls around you.

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑, ever so sweet jamil smiles at the sight of you by the window as you stare outside of the window, you could hear the howls of the wind signalling fall. he sat down beside you and places the mugs of hot cocoa on your hands lightly with a soft "careful", the two of you sip and enjoy the sweetness of the chocolate—perfected under the hands of your beloved jamil, then he chuckles, leaning to your chair with his thumb outstretched only to brush the side of your mouth. dragging it towards his lips to which he licked and threw a cheeky smirk. "heh." before he sips his, purposely lining a white foam above his lips just to see you grin.

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓, you blow on your hands and rub them, you've forgot to bring gloves at your haste to go outside for a walk with rook. of course, he is one to notice such actions, taking your hands to his, “non non, chérie. don't do that, it will make your skin swell.” he smiles, blowing on your hands and places them on his cheeks, rook cutely tilts his head to look at you as he cradle your hands that fits perfectly to his face. “i shall provide the warmth you need, yes?” at the end of his sentence, rook presses a kiss at the inside of your wrist before leaning to snatch a peck. true to his words, rook never let go of your hand until the end of your walk.

𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐊 𝐙𝐈𝐆𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓, sebek scratches his head at your outfit, “haven't i told you to take your time?” the tips of your ears feel hot at the cold breeze that pass, you can't believe that you forgot your scarf until he had pointed it out. with a sigh, he took his own, his breath coming out in a white puff at the november air, leaning to your figure, he gingerly wraps the cloth around your neck. his eyes never breaking contact with yours, “really, you...” he breathes, brushing his nose against yours faintly before they push to place a delicate kiss on your cheek—sebek pulled away before you can react and covers your head with the cloth of the scarf, taking one of your hand and tugs you to walk. he really can't get used to this warm feeling.

#🛍️:scenarios #gender neutral #twisted wonderland x reader #gender neutral mc #gender neutral reader #twst x reader #twst x you #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech x mc #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper x mc #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt x mc #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek zigvolt x mc #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x yuu

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mister-mizu · 1 year

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Another floyd headcannon for the soul:

I like to think that as much as he likes his brother, Floyd sometimes gets really insecure of people thinking Jade’s “the better twin” because hes less outwardly brash and scary.

He doesn’t tell anyone though, not even Jade, but he can tell when his mood goes from his usual lost motivation to genuinely upset and writing it off as him “not being in the mood.”

Maybe back in the coral sea a lot of merfolk would prefer to hangout with Jade because of how unpredictable Floyd was (if the Leech twins werent avoided at all) and a lot of merfolk and even maybe students at Night Raven would often confess to Jade, with or without Floyd present or witnessing it somewhere in the background.

And just to add in a sprinkle of Sad and (sorta?) tie in my previous Floyd hc into this: maybe Floyd would garner a crush on someone in the coral sea during their school days, and everytime it would happen, that (mer?) person would almost always have a crush on Jade, and Floyd had always witnessed his love confessing to his identical brother.

He’s probably learned to give up before he tries, so the minute he sees his crush even glance over to Jade with The Look in their eyes, his faces falls but not in the scary, intimidating Floyd way, but in a way that makes even someone terrified of Floyd feel even just a little bad for him.

Jade is fully aware of all of this though, and he always rejects every single one of Floyd’s crushes. Not only because he cares about his brother, but mainly also because he wasn’t interested in them in the first place (LMFAOOO). It’s a unspoken thing that when these things would happen and Floyd would swim/storm off to be alone and upset, Jade would follow shortly after, usually with a peace offering of cake, snacks, or drink from a vending machine, and leave him to be alone.

And Floyd would, almost always, be fine the next time you see him. At least on the outside.

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I might elaborate more on this idea but this already looks like a whole essay 😭

#can you tell I’ve been watching my love story #floyd leech #Floyd leech headcanons #Floyd leech twst #floyd leech twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland hcs #twst #twst hcs #twst floyd #floyd twst #jade leech #leech twins #twst jade #Floyd and jade leech #floyd x reader #floyd leech x mc #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech x male reader

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lipstick-stain · 1 year

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dirty words — ft. floyd leech

synopsis: ignoring floyd leech after being teased

this was a discarded draft that i deemed too off-topic for the prompt!!

Soft lips were pressed against your ear as the moody twin whispered words that painted your cheeks in the brightest pink hues. When he pulled back, he silently admired your flushed appearance with a toothy smirk. He knows what he’s doing to you.

He noticed your quickening heartbeat and felt the warmth radiating from your face when he mumbled another dirty joke. His body was so close to yours. Floyd Leech showed you how much of a predator he was when he trapped you in one of Mostro Lounge’s booths during his break. Between his arms, you were unable to escape his crude words or hide your rosy cheeks from him.

You wondered if Floyd actually liked you or if you were just another one of his playthings. But with Floyd, it's best to keep your interactions on the safer side. What good is a relationship, if he drops you the second he’s bored? As bad for your heart Floyd’s flirting can be, you’d rather let him tease a relationship than ruin a perfectly good friendship asking for one.

Although Floyd’s mood swings might make him less emotionally dependable, his affection bettered your day more than anything else. A tight squeeze from your favorite eel when you fail a test or a pretty gem given to you after alchemy class always made you smile. But his kindness was a double-edged sword. The more you received, the more unwilling you were to settle on just being friends. You needed to get rid of your crush on him, and fast.

You thought that avoiding Floyd would make your crush on him disappear, but it only made your heart long for him more. On Monday, he tried giving you a pearl he ripped from an oyster. He said it made him think of you. You politely declined and left him standing in the middle of the emptying hallway as you turned to go to your next class. On Tuesday, he asked you to take a break with him during your shift together. You almost said yes, but a party of 18 was suddenly seated in your section, and no one was willing to cover you. When Wednesday rolled around, Floyd tried talking to you but you ran away from him, claiming that your club needed your help urgently.

Floyd finally catches you after class on Friday. He pulls you into a tight hug as he begs you to stop ignoring him.

When he questions, "How are we s'pose to date if you’re always avoiding me?” You realize that maybe you didn’t need to get rid of your crush after all.

a/n: I scrapped this from the “can we always be this close?” post because,,, floyd and the reader weren’t close at all for the majority of this fic,,, anyways! i hope you liked it! also, this is to tie everyone over until the big smau im releasing !!!

#twisted wonderland #twst #floyd x reader #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd #twisted wonderland floyd #floyd leech x yuu #floyd leech x y/n #floyd leech x mc #floyd leech #💌.txt

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mirx-xko-offical · 27 days

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Falling for you?

Hurt!Floyd x GN!Reader

TWs: None<3 (I think-)

INFO~

ALREADY ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP FLOYD BEING A TOTAL DUMBASS (We still love him tho) IMPLIED GN READER Also not proof read but I'll worry abt that later-

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"What do you mean by, You simply fell again?"

"I meant I fell, what else."

"YOU GOT BLASTED OUT OF A WINDOW-"

"And..?"

"Oh my sevens..."

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Who wouldn't just love to have their own personal nurse? Floyd surely should especially with how much [Name] needs to help him. Floyd always seem to shake it off though. Speaking about [Name], here they are patching him up YET again.

"And how did this happen..?" [Name] said as they stood in the nurses office with the twins, seeming done with their life already.

"I fell." Floyd shrugged only getting 'Are you sure' stares from his partner. "Jade? What happened to him?" [Name] Turned to the slightly smaller twin, clearly not trusting their boyfriend one bit.

"Well we had some complications while in professor Crewels class."

"And..?"

"He got blasted out of the window."

The look on [Name]'s face as they turned to look at their boyfriend who was just looking out the window as if nothing had just happened. "You got thrown out of a window and you're telling me you tripped??"

"Yep." Floyd looked over to his partner, leaning back into the bed seeming to not care. "HOW ARE YOU SO CALM ABOUT THIS!?" They panicked as they ran to cup the merman's cheeks, carefully checking for injuries.

"I'm fine~ like I said, I just fell." All his partner gave him was a sigh before shooing his brother out and simply grabbing band aids and a small wrap of bandages. "Did you at least break anything..?"

"Nope."

"How the fu... Whatever I give up on questioning things."

[Name] simply shrugged before grabbing some alcohol and cotton balls. "Well since you survived that fall without breaking anything, I don't think I'd need to warn you about the alcohol." [Name] assumed, pouring some of the liquid onto the small, fluffy ball

"Yeah, yeah whatever." Floyd simply grumbled, his mood swinging quite a bit. "Just get it over with- OW!" Floyd jumped as [Name] placed the cotton ball on Floyd's cheek, making him jump in surprise.

"Be easy jeez!"

"How the hell did that hurt!?"

"Now it stings!" Floyd whined as [Name] gave him another look. "No way you could handle a two story drop but not some alcohol..." [Name] was nonetheless getting tired of their boyfriends antics.

[Name] sighed before applying the alcohol to his cuts and bandaged him up, giving him a kiss on the cheek as a reward for not whining as much as he usually would.

"Now the hard part is over." [Name] mumbled, seemingly talking to them self more than their partner. "Meh. That just means I gotta go to work now~" [Name] smacked him on the head before dragging him out of the nurses office.

"Off you go. I have to go check on grim anyways." [Name] shoved him off of them, running away before he could latch himself on them again.

"Awh..."

Why is Floyd so silly to write 🤭

Anyways this is my first time writing on here and I kinda didn't know what to do yet so here you guys go <3

I also might start posting on wattpad again (If I have motivation-) so if you want to, go follow! (Pls do not read my other stories, half of them were given up on...)

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#floyd leech x reader #twst x you #twst x reader #disney twst #floyd leech x mc #floyd leech #jade leech #silly #kinda rushed #Mirx Writes

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khoipyan · 1 year

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I’m the Enemy, You’re the Lover.

Ever tired of you being the one to hate the other in the ‘enemies to lovers’ trope? Congratulations, you get to be the annoyance of a certain boy instead!

gn!reader (you/your), floyd leech x reader, enemies to lovers (except floyd is the one that gets annoyed with you), uhh you get called ‘fish’ because it came to me in a dream (and it’s pretty broad giggles), the card game UNO exists in this world bc why not?

notes; i’ve never seen somebody write an enemies to lovers except it’s one-sided and YOU’RE the ‘enemy’ so here ya go.

notes2; 2.3k+ WORDS OH MY GOD. have fun readong ig

1. TRY HARDER

There had been a certain boy that was bothering you lately — teal hair with a black streak to the right paired with mismatched tired, heterochromatic eyes, and a tall figure — and you didn’t know what to do about it. In fact, you were so unsure what to do that the problem eventually resolved itself.

You sat beside that certain boy in class, and saw him nearly everyday; for some reason, he’d been trying to poke fun at you. Of course, being the bigger person, you don’t let your anger get to the best of you. Actually, you didn’t feel annoyed at all, let alone angry. So what if he kept throwing paper balls at the back of your head in class? He’d eventually stop midway when the professor told him off, or he’d stop himself when he got bored.

The most memorable moment of his antics though, was when he decided to talk to you directly. It wasn’t long before he tried to have a word with you, because you captivated his interest.

“Hey, lil’ fishy. How are ya doin’?” A tall shadow hovered over your table. Was it really a shock if you already knew who it was? Floyd Leech, the infamous twin of Jade Leech, who was the vice-housewarden of Octavinelle.

You only stared at the Floyd as you took another bite of your food. So casually, you spoke: “Hello. Do I know you?”

He shook his head, “I sit behind you in class! It’s pretty hard not to know me, you know?”

“I barely noticed actually,” you spoke so nonchalantly. Unbothered. “what’s your name?”

But ever since that conversation, everything had been different. Not that it bothered you, of course. It seemed like that one, single question was enough to leave you trailed with numerous attempts of agitation everywhere you went, but ultimately it had little to no impact on you. Over the weeks, you grew almost immune to Floyd’s attempts to peeve you.

The only actual mini-dilemma you had was when he chucked an eraser-filled paper ball at your head, to which you nearly shouted, “Ow!” to a ominously quiet classroom filled with the sounds of scribbling. Seriously, what was his problem?

He even followed you around to the library when you needed to study. Poking your shoulders, draping himself all over you, flicking at the pages of your book; it was like a never-ending round of torment, and yet you were somehow able to put up with this.

Even with the heavy weight upon your shoulders, you still studied the book as well as you did when Floyd wasn’t around.

And it finally happened; Floyd stopped leaning his full weight onto your body, and sat in his own library chair properly. “You’re a tough fish to scale, you know that?”

Without missing a beat you countered back, “I never asked you to follow me like a dog at my heel,” all while still absorbed in your book.

It was silent for the rest of your study session.

2. TRIED HARDER

There had been a certain person that was bothering Floyd — there weren’t any words to describe this person, not that he could think of — and he didn’t know what to do about it. In fact, he was so unsure what to do that he soon had hit an epiphany.

Floyd no longer visited you outside of class, nor did he throw paper balls at your head. It was actually very peaceful, knowing you had a moment of peace to yourself. Company or not, you didn’t seem to mind Floyd’s antics at all.

And that greatly annoyed him.

Why were you so difficult to probe at? What could he do to get a reaction from you? He’s been trying for weeks, only to no avail. Why aren’t you scared, or pissed at him? Floyd didn’t get it at all, and eventually he just gave up; he didn’t need to understand, who cares? Not him.

Don’t even talk about his moods, it’s been a rollercoaster lately. Every time he saw you, he wanted to walk over to you and converse so badly, but he didn’t. What’s the point if he couldn’t even get one tiny frightened expression out of you? Why did he even want to talk to you so badly? What was stopping him? Floyd just wanted to push you around until you toppled over like a bowling pin.

Why did you tolerate him so much? Why not scream at him and lose your cool, like Riddle? Or why didn’t you decline his company out of fear, hatred? You clearly had no ill-intent for him, and kept up so well.

Questions. Pondering, walking back and forth while his shoes click with each step beneath him on the flooring of Mostro Lounge, it was all he could do for a few days when—

It hit him.

“No, no, it was something else,” Ace argued, still chewing his sandwich.

Deuce furrowed his eyebrows at the redhead, “Please stop talking with your mouth open. It’s… gross.”

“I agree,” You nodded along with Deuce.

Ace swallowed, and then promptly spoke. “‘Kay, sorry. But still, I stand by what I sai— Oh. Erm.”

Your head tilted at Ace with confusion, “What? Something wrong?” It’s not like some monster was standing behind him, ready to grab onto his—

OHDEARLORD—

You yelped at the pair of hands being placed on your shoulders, following with the feeling of being quite literally thrown. Not thrown violently though, but over somebody’s shoulders; Floyd Leech, is that you? Ace and Deuce only watched as you and Floyd got smaller within the distance, while you helplessly tried to get the eel to release you.

“What’s your deal all of a sudden—?” You asked.

Floyd paused, and then gave you a generous smile, “I wanna play. It’s no fun when I play by myself, right?”

“Yeah, but weren’t you fed up with me last week? You literally got up, shoved your library chair into the table so hard that it fell over, and then slammed the door on your way out.”

“Naaah. Was just a short phase, ya know how I am. Don’t worry! This time we’ll get to play together, not just me playing with you like a chew toy.”

Oh wow, how comforting! You practically stopped abusing his back with your fists as you watched the hallways rock back and forth as you were being hauled away.

3. TRY AGAIN

“UNO!”

“Floyd, you have ten cards. You call uno when you place down your second to last card.”

In what world could you have imagined yourself playing uno in Floyd’s room? This one, perhaps. You two were in pyjamas sitting on the floor of his room, playing this frustrating card game. You and him have gone through several games, a wide variety from video games, board games, to straight up watching stupid cat videos on his phone (although it was nearly impossible to see his screen, because he was holding it in front of him and you refused to lean over his shoulder to get a better look). What made Floyd treat you so nicely this time?

“Yeah, so what? Let’s play something else,” Floyd shrugged as he lazily scooped up all the UNO cards and placed them back into a ziplock bag — you heard me right, a ziplock bag, because apparently Floyd had lost the actual box for the cards — before crawling over to you and draping his body over yours. Man, was he heavy.

As you attempted to push him off (with no success), your eyes darted towards the clock; analog, but it would do. “Ah, Floyd, you see— It’s time for me to head back to my own dorm, it’s kind of late.”

You could hear an overly-dramatic sigh from him as he got off, “Tomorrow then? Maybe? Pleaaaase? You wouldn’t leave a silly little guy like me alone for too long, would you?”

Okay, that’s a new one. Add that to the list of reasons not to leave Floyd, according to himself.

“Alright, alright. Tomorrow,” you said as you gave him a warm smile, “why am I always visiting you, don’t I bore you sometimes? Not that I mind, of course.” Did you mind? Now that you thought about it, lately you have been spending more time around him. It first started as Floyd hauling you around like a heavy beanbag when he wanted to loiter around with you, but now? You would be willingly taking his hand, and he’d no longer have to throw you over his shoulder.

Floyd blinked, and then only flashed his signature toothy grin, “Because I like spending time with you, obviously!”

4. WHO TRIED HARDER?

Little did you know, that was not the reason. Not most of it, at the very least.

Floyd’s little realization was when he was in bed snacking away at his stash of treats. Don’t judge him, he gets a lil’ hungry at night.

Anyways, has he ever realized no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get a reaction out of you? Why was that? What’s up with you? How did you manage to put up with him no matter what he did?

He actually kind of liked that. You know what, it was pretty cool.

Sure, it was fun when Floyd teased Riddle to the point of the little goldfishes’ face turning the same shade of red that his hair was, but… it was nice when you gave him no reaction. When you didn’t mind his bothering, when you didn’t mind his presence, him.

He actually had to set his snacks aside and think; he had loathed you at one point for giving him nothing in return for pestering you, isn’t that funny? Haha, ahaha. He’ll pester you again, but this time, make it better.

In fact, Floyd was already planning out the ideas in his head. Maybe he should drag you to his favourite places, or make you try his food; he’s a good cook when he wants to, after all!

There were so many things he wanted to do with you, and if you could tolerate him then, you could definitely play with him now. This time though, he’ll try to make sure you also enjoy yourself.

5. DID YOU TRY HARDER?

Recently, you had been spending lots of time with Floyd. Not that you minded though, as you previously stated that one night.

You were just lying in your bed when you thought more about it; not exactly a realization, but a thought before bed.

Floyd was treating you nicely, nicer, and you noticed. To be honest, you didn’t really want to spend so much time with him again. It wasn’t exactly worth your time, or so you thought.

However, your words were quickly proven false by Floyd (which is something you never thought could happen). It started to once a week, merely an hour, to almost everyday. At least once a day, he would greet you before heading to (or skipping) class.

The attention was nice, to be honest. Sometimes it got boring being alone, and it was alright with you at first. Loneliness is a tough thing to battle though, so Floyd was practically fighting it for you.

There was only one thought on your mind as you drifted of to sleep, your own realization:

‘I want to spend more time with you, if that’s okay. I wouldn’t mind at all.’

6. TRY YOUR HARDEST!

“Shut up! And give me the letter back, I wasn’t done writing it—!” As you reached for the unembellished letter, Floyd pushed your face away using his finger against your forehead. This little—

“Naaah. Let me read it, little fish! What’s up with you?”

Your attempts at taking the letter were failing, as Floyd read the contents. Slowly, his thrilled expression dropped, just a bit.

As Floyd read the letter, you stopped trying to grab it. This was very embarrassing. The letter wasn’t meant to be read, not ever, and especially not by Floyd himself.

“Dear Floyd,

There has been a certain Leech that was bothering me lately — teal hair with a black streak to the right paired with mismatched tired, heterochromatic eyes, and a tall figure — and I didn’t know what to do about it. In fact, I was so unsure what to do that the problem eventually resolved itself.

At first, you didn’t really catch my attention. I don’t usually give up my attention for people who attempt to pester me, which I think is fair. However, after spending lots of time with you, I’ve decided that I have taken a liking to you.

An extreme liking, though. I like spending time with you, and sometimes I even think I could spend the rest of my life with you forever. That doesn’t sound bad, does it?

Knowing that you’ll never read this letter, I can write whatever I want. So, I declare my love for you. I don’t know when I’ll tell you this (if ever, at all), but I love you.”

It was silent. The tension in the air was so thick, you could practically cut it up and serve it to people.

And then Floyd threw the letter aside, practically launching himself at you. It was hard not to fall to the ground as Floyd squeezed your life away (as gently as he could, but that wasn’t working out too well).

“Floy— Floyd, please—”

“But you LOVE me! You really really love me,” Floyd exclaimed as his grip only got tighter. “And I love you too! I knew I could win you over by dragging you around with me.”

“And what if it wasn’t a love letter?”

Floyd shrugged carelessly, “Then I’d just have to try some more.”

“And if I said no?”

“Ehh, I wouldn’t push it. I’m not like that, y’know. But you didn’t have to say no this time, ahaha!”

This was dearly embarrassing, but it did turn out well for you. You gave into Floyd’s embrace and hugged him back, with one final request:

“If it’s alright, I would like to take you somewhere this time.”

( due to be edited at anytime )

#scrib.bles🫧#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd leech #twst floyd #twisted wonderland floyd leech #twisted wonderland floyd #twst x yuu #twst x you #twst x mc #twst x y/n #floyd leech x you #floyd leech x mc #floyd leech x yuu

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schoenht · 1 year

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*Trembling with anticipation* How about something for a soulmate au with the octotrio (separately)? I do love myself some soulmate aus, no matter what kind.

↳ soulmate aus

characters: octotrio.

genre: fluff, soulmate au.

a/n: HELL YEAH had to pull up a list but omg these were so fun ESPECIALLY JADE'S I WAS GIGGLING THE WHOLE TIME

tagging: @taruruchi bc. octotrio. and azul's here

enemy’s name on one wrist, soulmate’s on the other au

There was only one name on Azul’s wrist. He had seen multiple people with names on both wrists but he only had one. Was that his soulmate? His enemy? Who was this person to him?

Maybe his enemy. He had seen you so many times in his classes and from the first meeting, you had crashed heads. He was too confident and you were too prideful. It was a bad combination, thus why the classes decided amongst themselves to separate you two to different ends of the class. But it was impossible to say that your name on his wrist meant that you definitely were his soulmate.

Perhaps there were more people with your name. He knew it was a stretch, he sensed it in his gut, but he was not going to allow himself to think you were his soulmate. You were his enemy, above all.

"Boss! Have you found your soulmate yet?" Floyd waltzed into his office with a mischievous grin on his face. "Oh wait, it might be your enemy!"

"Very funny, Floyd." Azul pulled up his sleeve after studying his wrist for the umpteenth time, as if trying to will the person to come out from the elegant lettering on his skin. "What do you want?"

"Perhaps we can help." Jade proceeded to come in, and already Azul knew that neither of these two was up to something good. As long as both the twins were involved in something, it only meant chaos and reckless abandon. Azul did not want that. Jade continued, "Maybe Y/N is your soulmate and your enemy. As the Vil fan accounts constantly say, 'Enemies to lovers 500k slowburn angst hurt to comfort fic'. It could work."

Azul's glasses were askew from the sheer mayhem he had just heard spew from Jade's mouth. "What in the Great Seven did you just say? I did not understand a word, but all I am getting at is that Y/N is a great pain."

"Oh, I'm sure, Azul. Might you consider that you staring at your wrist so frequently, just to see their name, could say something else?" Jade's smile was worse than Floyd's. They had matching Cheshire smiles, but something in Jade's face made Azul want to erupt into flames. His face was red, that much he knew, and he ordered the twins to leave. They left, trying to hold back their laughter.

He sighed, slouching on his desk. He needed advice, but maybe Jade was right. Maybe...you were his enemy and soulmate. The thought of that made him cringe and his face was pulled into a grimace.

But something happened to him that made him question everything he thought he knew. Whenever you weren't there, he found himself missing you. What was worse was the fact that when you were there, you drove him up the wall. He didn't understand this feeling and he would not tell the twins. If they knew, they would mercilessly bully him about it. They could not know.

When he was researching this feeling, he didn't know you were right behind him. You were snickering, shaking your head. "Studying about love, Ashengrotto? You've stooped to a new low if you can't decipher your own feelings. Who's the poor sap?"

Azul's face was red and he could feel his glasses steaming up. "If you must know, it's no one you know."

"Ah, come on, describe them to me! I'll put in a bad word for you." Then you were thoughtful. "Is it me?"

"What?! No!"

If Azul didn't know better, he would've said you were disheartened before you quickly pulled yourself together in record time. "So? What's up?"

"Why do you care?" He took his glasses off, cleaning them before putting them back on. He was taken aback when you suddenly grabbed his wrist. "Hey! Watch it, I just ironed my shirt!"

You cautiously peeled his sleeve away, inching it down. Your eyes went wide as you saw the elegant lettering of your name on his wrist. It was just like yours. You only had one name on your wrist and it was Azul's. You had known from the start, but felt as though he was just your enemy, since he acted like he hated you from the moment he saw you. You even thought you didn't have a soulmate. You did not expect your soulmate to be the guy you had crushed on, yet bantered with. "No way."

Azul gulped, his free hand tugging at his collar. "So...this is awkward."

"No kidding. Can I guess that it's actually me you're studying about?"

"Perhaps...we can come to a mutual compromise."

"That's a shitty way of asking me out. But yes, I accept."

reincarnation au

Jade had heard multiple things about soulmates, but he was a rare case. There was a legend surrounding the pairing where they would die and in every next life, they would find each other, true soulmates. The only mark they would have were star shaped moles under their eyes that shone at the sight of their soulmate. It was said that these moles meant that they had been together since they were stars. They had reincarnated over and over again, and found each other multiple times.

He would sometimes stay up at night, his stomach in knots for reasons he did not understand. His heart palpitated in his chest as speeds that were seemingly impossible to reach, but no matter how much he tried to calm it, it would not slow down. The only way it would finally stop was when he stared at the mirror, his eyes solely focused on the star shaped mole underneath his eye.

"Still haven't found them yet, Jade?" Floyd asked lazily when he pushed the door open to his brother's room without permission. But Jade only sighed. He usually was more patient than his brother, yet nowadays, he felt just as restless, if not more.

"No. It feels as though I'll never find them. Do you know the legend of the stars?"

Floyd smirked. "Yeah, duh. That's all anyone talks to me about! 'Your brother's part of the legend', or whatever. You're the next Chosen One."

Jade didn't know when he came down with a desire to ask his brother for advice, it was usually the other way around. The legend itself brought his hopes up. Maybe he would find his soulmate soon. Maybe. "What did you feel when you found your soulmate?"

Hearing his brother's quiet tone, Floyd decided not to tease him. Thoughtfully, he answered, "I don't know. I felt this sense of...fireworks! No, I'm lying to you. To be honest, it's a feeling of calm, y'know? No, you don't know. You will, you'll understand it soon."

What Jade didn't know was how accurate Floyd was. He knew that he was anticipating something, he didn't know what it was exactly. All he knew was that he needed to get his thoughts in order. Something was telling him to go to the same place he loved to go to think: an enormous tree overseeing the ocean.

It was nighttime and the stars were making their appearance, a full moon rising slowly, as if tentatively waiting for Jade's presence. When Jade was nearing his spot, he froze, seeing someone already there. That same person barely turned their head to catch Jade's gaze, and for the first time in a very long time, he was thrown off guard. The eye contact was enough to make him wonder who you were and as he got closer, the very feeling Floyd described poorly infiltrated him. He felt calm, but he felt as though he had finally found what he was missing, what he so desperately wanted.

On the other hand, you were staring at Jade as though you had seen him before. He got closer, yet you weren't moving away, you were not afraid of him. The second you made eye contact when you were close enough to see each other's faces, the memories came rushing in. Memories of your past life, of your past lives, of your previous love. The star under his eye was glowing and you were sure yours was too.

Jade's eyes welled up with reminiscence as he carefully took your hands in his. "I looked for you everywhere, my love. I did not want to wait for you, I wanted to be with you again, just as the stories said. I would rather be burned alive than be separated from you. There is nowhere I would go, without you at my side. I will cherish you even if I can't see you, and I will cherish you if I see you everyday. My love for you shall live forever."

feeling the same emotions as your soulmate au

Floyd was known for his mood swings. No one knew what his next step would be, the only thing they did know was how unpredictable he was. He would sometimes be angry when he was supposed to be happy, and sad when he was supposed to be happy. It all frustrated him internally because he knew it wasn't his fault. His soulmate was attached to his emotions, and as long as he didn't find his soulmate, he'd be stuck like this.

It all came down to going to NRC, where he was still having the mood swings. He thought that, at that point, he'd have found his soulmate. A lot of people that he knew had found their soulmates. Vil, Jade, even Trey had found their soulmates. He didn't want to ask any of them because they all thought he had mood swings. How was he supposed to explain that his soulmate made him angry at the worst times?

But seeing how happy people were when talking about their soulmates, it made him want to meet his more. He was constantly moody in class, not even because of his soulmate, but because he was so tired of not finding them.

"What if I don't have one, Boss?!" Floyd wailed as he dramatically draped himself over the couch that Azul had in his office. "What if I am destined to die alone? What if, for the rest of my life, I have to third, fifth, or seventh wheel?!"

Azul looked at him exasperatedly. "For the last time, this is not a therapy office and I am not your therapist. Get your shoes off my leather couch or I am taking away money from your salary."

"You're not listening!"

"Yes, I was."

"What did I say last, then?"

"Something about the invention of wheels."

"See?!" Floyd flopped backwards, even more frustrated and saddened than before. "I just want to have my normal emotions again. I hate feeling angry when I should be happy. How did you find your soulmate? It couldn't have been easy."

Azul shrugged. "There's this story about the beginning of time, regarding soulmates. They were little atoms that circled each other the entire time that they existed. Throughout time, they always found each other, no matter what. Do not push what is already set for you, Floyd. They will come."

"How did you know they were your soulmate?"

"Simple. I did not have to think about it."

Floyd was encouraged by this, thinking that within his upcoming years, he'd finally find his soulmate. He wouldn't push the topic any further, waiting instead. It was his second year and he was walking around, trying to find the Prefect that everyone talked so much about. He did not have to tell people to move aside, they stepped aside without a word.

You had been with Ace and Deuce, ignoring their plans to put salt instead of sugar in the shakers so they could prank Trey. You were weirdly neutral, and it was strange. Your soulmate was someone who had a lot of emotions, so the fact that they weren't doing anything made it even more suspicious. Lost in your own thoughts, you crashed into someone and bounced off immediately, rubbing your head. "Sorry, I--"

Ace and Deuce winced from beside you. "You're dead."

"So you're the Shrimpy!" Floyd was smiling before he tilted his head, a frown on his face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a little hurt." Something inside of you was twisting and it felt as though you had been involved with this guy, who you just met. "Do I know you?"

Floyd perked up and saw your face perk up against its own will. Once he placed his hand on your shoulder, your face relaxed back to its bewildered expression. He found you. After that talk with Azul of "atoms" being able to find their way back to each other, he found the piece of him that had been missing all along. It seemed like you knew it too, based on your stunned expression. "You're my soulmate!"

"It would seem so."

"Come on! We have so much to talk about, I've been waiting for the longest time, and I don't plan on letting you go for a while!"

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roraviolet · 1 year

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ok hear me out..............

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x yuu #twst #twst x y/n #disney #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #floyd leech #jade leech #floyd leech x mc #floyd leech x y/n #jade leech x reader #azul ashengrotto

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student-in-nightraven · 1 year

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Maybe just. Floyd being handled gently and lovingly, not because his s/o thinks he's weak but because they love him and think he deserves it? Does that give you any ideas? Feel free to delete if that's not what you want to write about but hope I was able to give you something or an idea to write about for Floyd

AGH YESS I WOULD ABSOLUTELY DO THAT TO HIM HES JUST SO LOVEABLE and thank you for the thought dear annon this is very much appreciated <3

Shrimp and eel

Floyd always got into fights, whether it was for azul when someone broke the contract or just for fun, either way in the end he always ended up with an injury, mostly a bloody nose but did that stop him? No. No it didn't. Which is why you took it upon yourself to patch him up whenever he got injured, at first you thought he'd be annoyed but it's actually quite the opposite, when you first asked if you could patch him up his eyes lit up and nodded his head like a madman quickly sitting Infront of you, so this kinda became like a thing for you 2, everytime he'd get injured or even just sad and moody he'd come to his dear shrimp for comfort.

Giggling while you were cleaning his scratched cheek so he wouldn't get an infection, then grabbing a bandaid to put on it

"hehee~ shrimpy is really like a shrimp"

You raised your brow at him not understanding what he meant

"in the coral sea eels and shrimp have a symbiotic relationship, the shrimp cleans the eel or helps with an injury and in return eels protect shrimp~" he answered smiling at you with closed eyes, flushing at his adorableness for a second, he giggled and held your face in his hands kissing your nose smiling even wider.

Like I said he also came to you when in need of moral support, anytime he was feeling down, angry or grumpy he'd come to you and cling onto you,

" it's not fair! Azul made me work all day because him and jade had some matters to attend to! So when I didn't go to work today because I was tired he got mad at me!" Floyd whined, nuzzling into your neck as you stroked his hair listening to him and waiting for him to finish ranting so you could comfort him

" oh Floyd it's okay, I understand how annoying it must've been but you can always get back at azul with your shenanigans"

you realised from the past events that normal comforting didn't really help him, so you gave him ideas on how to fuck up the problem instead, which was very helpful. he was no longer grumpy and instead laughing and agreeing with you, he pulled his head away from you "thank you Shrimpy, I already know what to do to azul so he never does that again~" Floyd said smiling evilly (if that's even a word) then took a hold of your face and peppered it with kisses saying how happy he was that his shrimp was always there to help him out♡

The end

I loved this request SO MUCH it reminded me of that symbiotic relationship eels and shrimp have and it really is adorable, thank you dear annon🫶

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yumeroski · 1 year

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Imagine he's playing basketball, then he looks at you and say "this one is for you" then he misses

#twst #twisted wonderland #ace trappola #floyd leech #twst ace #twst floyd #twst headcanons #twst meme #ace trapolla x yuu #ace trapolla x reader #floyd leech x mc #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech x yuu

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demonichikikomori · 6 months

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Detention

Floyd Leech x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.2k+ Tags: Stick n' Poke/Fluff(?)/Enemies -> Lovers (Kinda)

Art by cloa132 on Twitter!

Another fic for 13 Lovely Hauntings is here! I like the idea of being stuck in detention with Floyd hehe. Think of how horrible he would be... Stuck in a room with him a little too long... Get your mind out of the gutter. Oh, but, please don't do stick n' poke tattoos! They're actually very unsafe! If you want a tattoo, go to a shop!

SUMMARY:

You and Floyd are stuck in detention together. You learn how creative the eel can be when he's bored enough and someone teaches him something cool.

This could be what you considered: the shittiest outcome possible.

You were left alone in an empty classroom with Floyd Leech, your cheek throbbing as you held a goofy ice pack against it, and your blank homework in front of you with the teachers desk ahead of you devoid of life. The whole reason you were even here was because of Floyd. He always needed an excuse to push your buttons. To poke and prod at you until you either gave in or snapped back in retaliation. Today? You chose the latter.

It was another boring day in Professor Trein’s class with you nearly falling asleep as he droned on about the history of magic. Before you could peacefully drift away behind a taller student in front of you, there was a spine chilling giggle beside you. Floyd poked you in the temple once, twice, three times while demanding you wake up and suffer through class with him. You immediately threatened to punch him in the face if he did it again. It was his own fault for not taking your warning seriously.

The two of you ended up brawling among the sea of desks the moment your knuckles connected with the left side of his face as Floyd drove his finger into the side of your head. Hair was pulled, punches exchanged, you were sure at one point Floyd had indeed bit you somewhere; and here you are. Sitting only a desk away from him in discomforting silence as you tried to distract yourself with something productive.

The two of you refused to speak to one another until you were finally free from the after school punishment. Only three hours left. You lowered the ice pack as the chill began to sting your bruise and tapped your pencil against the paper as you began to work. “You’re too noisy. Shut up so I can focus.” Floyd growled as you glared at him with a scowl. “You can’t be deadass right now.” You refused to take any rude comments from him considering it's his fault the two of you were here. You wanted to say something else, but the sight on Floyd’s desk distracted you.

A broken pencil, a bottle of original flavored ramune, papers scattered across the surface with scratchy pen drawings in colored ink, an opened water bottle with the plastic cap lying face up, a small pile of cream colored thread, a blue lighter, and a needle. Floyd’s little science project was much more intriguing than your homework and you swiveled in your seat to face him. The eel did annoy you, but you couldn’t deny that he was creative when he wanted to be. He had created some sort of wet paste out of dark gray pencil lead, smearing the black mush into the divet of the plastic water bottle lid. He had taken the loose thread and the needle to create some sort of… Weapon? A drawing tool? You hadn’t realized you were staring until Floyd turned to you with a snicker.

“Kinda cool riiiight? Devilfish taught me. That's why you needed to be quiet. I needed to focus.” He sang softly with a wide toothy smile. As you studied his face, you could see a purpling bruise forming over his left eye. Your eyes quickly darted down to the one man science fair out of guilt. Devilfish… That would be Lilia. “He taught you to… Do what exactly?” You couldn’t tell what exactly Floyd was making. “Huh? I thought it was a human thing. Devilfish said humans do it all the time.” Floyd was displeased with your lack of knowledge as he dabbed the needle wrapped in thread into the wet mixture of graphite, water, and whatever else Floyd tossed in. “Izah’ stick n’ poke.” A snicker followed as he held a hand out to you with his toothy grin growing. “Lemme give you one.” He offered and you quickly scooted away in your seat with a frown. “No! What?! I’m not letting you give me a tattoo!” You scoffed at the idea of letting someone you couldn’t stand give you something permanent on your skin.

Floyd rolled his eyes and turned away before placing his hand on the table, and he began to draw on his hand with the makeshift tattoo tool. “Whatever.” He hummed as he continued in silence, uninterested in arguing with you further. Usually he would pursue things like this. His lack of energy left you with an uncomfortable pit in your chest. It’s not like you wanted him to argue or mess with you. But when he didn’t, it felt strange. Maybe you were just conditioned to be used to him provoking you. Yeah, that’s got to be it. “Just give me one next.” You crossed your arms over your chest as you looked back down at your paper. You could hear him giggling softly as he continued to etch the graphite paste into his skin. “Kayyyyyy!~”

The process didn’t take long as he lifted his hand to admire his work with sparkling eyes. “All done, your turn Shrimpy.” He cheered and held out the freshly tattooed hand to you palm up. You couldn’t see the design he did, or if he did a good job or not. “Don’t fuck it up.” You sighed away your anxiety as you gave him your least dominant hand to work on. “And don’t make it too big.” You pleaded as you nervously shifted in your seat. You were starting to regret your decision, but the moment the needle pressed into your skin, you knew there was no chance to back out now.

You flinched and tensed up from a prick of pain. But you were hypnotized by the sight of him working. Watching him poke and scratch at your skin with the makeshift tool was oddly mesmerizing. The longer he remained focused on etching the design into the side of your hand, the more his features softened. In the blink of an eye and a gentle tilt of his head, you feared that you may have been in the presence of Jade Leech instead. The much calmer between the two was the one giving you a stick and poke tattoo, not Floyd.

Your heart began to pick up speed as you found yourself no longer watching his hands, but his face as he focused and worked. When he wasn’t messing with you… You could understand the attraction other students expressed. His personality was extremely hard to deal with. But when Floyd was still? You felt like you understood. “What’re you starin’ at?” He asked as his eyes suddenly met yours and you had tensed up even more. “Your stupid eyes. They don’t match.” You couldn’t help but to say something rude. Floyd was quiet, and smirked at your response before his eyes returned to the tattoo. “I’m done.” He hummed as the hand holding the needle retracted, but the one he was holding remained.

A cartoon shrimp was scrawled into your skin, it was a fitting choice from Floyd who had gifted you the nickname. “You gotta let it dry, so don’t wash your hands for a while.” He instructed as he admired his work with eyes half lidded. It was as if the sight of his handiwork was truly breathtaking. In your opinion, it wasn’t too bad either. “What did you give yourself?” You asked as he finally let go to slip his hand beside yours. As your skin met, a drawing of a moray eel, and a drawing of a small shrimp, pressed their round little mouths together.

You almost wanted to punch him. But you chose to yank your hand away with embarrassment as his laugh filled the empty classroom.

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