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HAII it’s 💿/📀 anon (I low key forgor which one I was) and I may or may not have covered an entire section of my wall in octavinelle posters and items that I say goodbye to everytime I leave my room. Azul grabbed me by my ankles and hasn’t let me go SOS

HIIIII!!!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) according to my anon list, you are marked as 📀 anon!!!! But omg that is so very understandable!!!! I also have areas in my room decorated with my faves!!!! It's mainly just Azul and Scaramouche hehe. :D they surround me at my desk and it motivates me to do my very best!!!!!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

I fear the Azul and Scara adoration is too strong....... they really did trap me in their grasp. ;;;; I say farewell when I leave my room and I also say "I'm home" to them whenever I return from a long day out. It's important to show your love to Azul by acknowledging him in his many forms (poster, figure, plush, etc!!!) hehehe. <3

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my love!!! (≧∀≦) he’s cooking!!!!!!

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I just finished reading "ebb and flow." And I loooove it 🫶🏼 Every time you post a new fic, my dopamine levels go up. ✨️

I gotta admit my favourite part was the scene between Floyd, Jade, and Reader in their room listening to bossa Nova and getting high. I KNOW the fic was about Floyd and the reader, but Aaaaaaaah, why is the thought of rebellious Jade with Piercings so Hot?! 🔥

Listen, i would love to just lay down together with Jade with some relaxing soft tunes in the background while we get completely high. Plus, soft kisses and lingering touches leading to soft sex and everything is so intense and overwhelming, but it's also so romantic?! Assfgh@#%^asdg#£^

Omg thank you so much for reading!!!! (*´꒳`*)❤︎ writing that fic increased my dopamine levels, so I’m happy it can also give you similar feelings when you read it!!! 🫶

Ebb and Flow!Jade is so *chef’s kiss*!!!! That scene was my favorite to write. I just love the thought of getting high with the twins and they’re both so touchy. Even though nothing below the belt happens, it’s still filled with lots of tension. >:) and Jade with his secret tongue piercing. OTL OTL I love rebellious Jade.

AAAAAA YES YES!!! Soft, slow sex with Jade while you’re both high… gradually easing himself inside, the both of you breathing in time with one another, being so sensitive, mumbling all sorts of sweet things and affirmations to each other, melting alongside the relaxing music…… Jade pressing his forehead to yours, kissing all over your face without any real rhyme or rhythm to the action. It’s just intrinsic desire. Wrapping your arms around him to hold him close!!!!! Jade moving your legs to wrap around his waist so the two of you can be as glued to each other as possible. 😵‍💫😵‍💫 Floyd, I don’t think you can compare to your brother’s level of rizz. ;;;;

You and Jade cook the most delicious (frozen) pizza afterwards because goodness knows you’re both starving. T_T he can’t keep his hands to himself even when you’re in the kitchen. Jade being clingy when he’s high is too cute.

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MERAAA CONGRATS ON GETTING FATHER ARLE !!! I got her on my first pull (I mean I was reaaally close to hard pity so I wasn't that surprised but still!!) I was giggling and kicking my feet when I saw the splash art ><

I'VE SEEN YOU'LL BE WRITING AN ARLE PIECE !! 👀👀 I'm so so excited waaaaa do you have any Father thoughts to spare while we (patiently) wait for this delicious meal? ❤️

AAAA THANK YOUUUU!!!! 💖💖💖 congratulations on getting her as well!!! \(//∇//)\ she’s truly so great,,, I love everything about her!!! It was such an exciting moment that I couldn’t think of anything else!!!!! OTL aaaa I want to bring Lyney home, but I fear I may not have enough primogems or luck left. ;;;;; in any case, omg I was also giggling and kicking my feet when I saw her. T^T she’s amazing……..

👀 MWAHAHA YES!!! I will be writing an Arle story and also posting an old Mouchey story I finished sometime last spring. It was written as a comfort for myself, but I think it’s so cute and I’d like to share it with everyone!!! >w<

As for Father thoughts…… her hobby of watching insects is so fascinating to me. Arle observing the dynamics amongst insects and perhaps applying it to humans. >:) watching as you’re in a situation similar to the insects she observes. Only ever stepping in to save you at the last second to impart a lesson: even now, you still need your Father. :) perhaps it will be like this forever.

Aaaaa but I also like her idle animation where she sits in her chair. 👁 👁 Arle sitting in her chair and making you show her what she’s taught you. Don’t shut your legs and hide from her. That’s no good. She won’t tolerate any stalling. You’re to listen to your Father and show her the exact techniques she taught you when it comes to masturbation hehe. <3 and if you’ve forgotten she can offer some sympathy and show you again. But next time, surely, that won’t be necessary because by then you’ll already know what to do to please her, amuse her, entertain her while she watches from her chair.

Her care for you is complex and unusual. Some days you think she truly does care, but other times you’re nothing but a pawn to be moved around on her chess board. She’s strict, but she can be soft beneath that. Rare are the moments you see this softness, but you know it exists.

But she does want you to be happy. She wishes for all of her children to be happy and content, so as long as you’re with her you’ll know happiness, even if Arle’s prone to redefining what such happiness is.

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From your posts I can see that you like scaramouche and arlecchino and I wonder what do you think about other harbingers. My personal fav is def columbina aka lost sister of lilia

I adore all of the Harbingers!!! >w< they're so wonderful,,, I like Scara, Childe, Arle, and Dottore the most. :D although lately I've started seeing the appeal in Pantalone........ this must be the Azul Effect. A man in a position of power with too much authority and money, who always acts cordially and smiles even when doing terrible things.......... the fact Pantalone is the wealthiest among the Harbingers. 👁 👁 sugar daddy Pantalone...... trying to escape him, but it's impossible. All he really needs to do is offer a small (hefty) sum for your capture and you're being brought back to him within the next forty-eight hours. People will do anything for money, and this is a facet of humanity Pantalone happily exploits. :)

AAAAAAAA he's so !!!!!!! I still call him "dark Baizhu" hehe, but he's really so perfect... he works closely with Dottore, too. Oh, to be between two terrible men in a crazy love triangle. orz orz orz

But I also adore Columbina!!! ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ she's such a curious Harbinger. Even Childe's afraid of her and he loves all kinds of battle opportunities... ;;;;;; and Scara warns us of her. I love her design!!! I remember when she was first revealed and everyone was putting her besides Lilia to compare appearances. They truly are each other's lost siblings lol.

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(*´꒳`*)❤︎ the results of successful wishes.

if arlecchino comes home, i will stop all of my current wips and write the most messy, horrendous, trauma-inducing fic for her (also featuring reader x lyney because i want to write for him!!!!)

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if arlecchino comes home, i will stop all of my current wips and write the most messy, horrendous, trauma-inducing fic for her (also featuring reader x lyney because i want to write for him!!!!)

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a silly riddle x succubus concept in which you think he’s an easy target because he’s a virgin and so he will be perfect for a quick meal. but you misjudge him completely because somehow the guy you thought you could get to fall apart with your devilish charms ends up having your face pressed into the mattress and this is the nth round (you lost count) and he won’t stop cumming. :) you fall apart instead, reduced to an incoherent mess despite your experience. give riddle a crumb of pussy and he’ll go all the way. he’s had to be a good boy his entire life. let him have this. <3

and afterwards he’s a little embarrassed and he apologizes for being so rough. he’ll brew some herbal tea to soothe your throat (which you’ve screamed raw) and he’ll run you a warm bath. you’re in disbelief. why is this human being so nice????? orz orz

fwb riddle x succubus, but he’s determined to be the only man in your life, so it’s something of a romcom plot (please stop sleeping with academic rival azul ashengrotto. he’s begging. T^T).

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EEEE EBB AND FLOW WAS SO GOOD!! Mera I'd been hoping you'd write a Floyd-centered fic soon and now you have AAAA!! 🥹🥹 I'm so very grateful I've been fed so well muah muah muah🫡🙇the tropes in the fic are so good too, I'd definitely been craving a step-sibling fic with the twins because of the number of times it's been mentioned on your blog...I am feeling so metaphorically quenched rn.

bit random but one of the things I do when I'm high is read your blog(that one Trey fic you wrote was... an experience to read through high), so the part where they took edibles was really amusing to me. I should definitely re-read the fic when I'm high myself💥💥

WAAA THANK YOU!!!! (つ≧▽≦)つ♡ I'm happy it's an enjoyable fic! I realized I have more Azul and Jade fics than I do Floyd fics, so I wanted to change that!!! Also,,, I've been wanting to write a stepcest fic for Floyb recently (Jade is part of the twin package, so his existence as another love interest is inevitable hehe). May you be forever quenched with this fic!!!! ✨✨✨✨✨

Omg reading "everything is going to be okay" while high........ what an experience that must be. I should find something surreal to read the next time I'm high. :D aaaaa but I had fun writing the part where they take edibles. Jade being so giggly when he's high,,,, Floyd being even more hyperaware than usual (although his massive crush on you probably also helps in how he looks at you)....... sandwiched between the both of them while they cuddle and kiss you!!!! Wasting the hours away chatting and listening to slow music. What a wonderful vibe. <3

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I loved the ebb and flow!!! Floyb being down bad and pining for the reader is so.. ( ´ཀ` ) anyway, I hope your pillow is cold on both sides tonight! You deserve it ❀˖°

Now... what if Floyd got more bold with his actions and maybe does something in front of Azul to tell that he's better than him and that he should back the fuck up.

(Floyd knocking reader up accidentally and now It's too late to do anything? Lol, baby gets born and it starts looking like Floyd day after day. And while papa Leech and mama Leech are angry at Floyd, Jade gets to business and tries to knock reader up himself ⍢)

(♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) thank youuuuu!!! I hope your pillow sides are also cold! Floyb being down bad is always so fun to write. I actually just wanted to write awkward first time sex with Floyb, but then I realized I didn't write anything to celebrate 4/20 and so I knew I had to write a small scene where you and the twins take edibles and cuddle while listening to bossa nova. <3 the pining paired with stepcest flavoring makes for a very delicious meal.

I believe in punk Jade supremacy!!! Jade who is something of the poster child for the family because he's the "good twin," and so he goes out of his way to reverse that preconceived notion by getting piercings and tattoos in his own rebellious ways. I think Floyd (and also Jade) being a menace to his step-sibling is very fun. The three of you may bicker sometimes and be utter pains to one another, but at the end of the day you love them (they love you a little too much, though... ;;;;).

Aaaaa I love the idea of Floyd trying to assert his dominance over Azul. The original idea for the prom scene was for Floyd to kiss you in front of Azul. >:D he's such a brat!!!! Maybe he'll do that instead just to remind Azul that, while he's allowed to be close, he's not nearly as close as you and Floyd. ദ്ദി´▽`) but Azul grew up with the three of you, so maybe he knows the twins are freaks. (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

(Omg Jade knocking you up next...... it's only fair, isn't it? You gave Floyd a child and now he wants one, too. You can make him a father as well, can't you? 🥺 all with those pleading eyes of his....... your step-brothers are so troublesome. >_<)

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How about captive octotrio and orca Rollo with an already pregnant darling? (Due to a random hook up.)But she's unaware she's pregnant. To top it all off, one of the researchers is the father.

Researcher Riddle and Reader workplace romance…….. :)

They suspect something’s amiss when you feel warmer to the touch, and you smell different as well. You smell more like Dr. Rosehearts, much to all of their dismay. Surely he’s not your mate… as far as they’re aware, humans don’t seem to follow the same sort of courtship rules mers do. But it’s undeniable that you’re carrying a child. They sense it before you even begin to show—before you start realizing the signs.

They’re even more gentle and careful around you. The octopus mer wraps a tentacle around you as if trying to support and relieve you of the extra weight in your belly, and you don’t understand what he’s trying to accomplish. Maybe he’s just curious and something on your wetsuit has caught his eye? The eel twins are by far the strangest. The quiet one was always careful around you; some may say even meticulous. But the other twin is downright docile. He doesn’t try to pull you into the water anymore. Instead he waits at the edge for you, chittering softly. Sometimes their chirps can be piercing, even more so beneath the water, but this vocalization is unlike the other ones he’s made. You wonder if he’s going out of his way to speak in softer tones… how curious.

And then there’s the orca. He’s always calm around you. Very obedient. You’ve never had any problems with him. Although now he gives you such a critical look, as if he sees something you can’t. He even refuses his food, insisting you need it more than he does. You try to tell him you don’t eat the same types of food he does, but he’s determined. Even though you’re not his mate, part of his brain tells him you are and that he must protect and care for his pregnant mate!!! Nothing else matters, not even his own desires or needs in that moment.

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ebb and flow.

yandere!floyd leech x (female) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, dub-con, nsfw, stepcest, obsession, getting high/use of edibles, reader is implied to have small breasts, octavinelle trio is human in this story, au with no magic, brief mention of alcohol use, brief mention of implied somnophilia, reader and trio are 18 in the last scene of the story (in case it isn't clear) note - like the tide, floyd's interests ebb and flow. you happen to be more than a passing fancy.

When he’s old enough to put his thoughts into words, Floyd declares, rather obnoxiously, that girls are gross and he wants nothing to do with them.

“All they ever wanna do is talk about dolls and dresses,” he laments, scuffing his shoe against the cobbles.

“You know I’m a girl, right?” You scoff and turn your nose up, mildly offended. “And not all girls are like that. I’m not like that.”

And it’s true. You give as good as you get. You lunge after Floyd when he yanks your favorite toys out of your hands or when he tugs on your hair, every infraction intentional. He knows just how to rile you up enough for you to give chase. You’re keen to wrestle him in the mud on rainy days in the same way he’s willing to race you up and down the streets to prove outlandish points.

Growing up with two brothers—though they aren’t your family by blood, referring to them as your step-brothers is a knotty mouthful you prefer to avoid—taught you things you never would have learned if you had a sister.

Perhaps their presence served to stoke the fires of playful violence—meaningless quarrels that were resolved in a matter of minutes, often punctuated with halfhearted apologies. Once, in the middle of a particularly nasty brawl, you kicked Floyd in the jaw and knocked his front tooth free. Morbidly amused, Jade applauded you for the show. Floyd held his bruised face in one hand, glaring viciously as blood dribbled from his lips. He reeled his arm back, but it never landed. Your father chewed the lot of you out before he could throw the punch.

“What are we going to do with you?” your mother would say while she patched the both of you up. “Always fighting like this… That’s not very nice now, is it?”

The twins’ mother died shortly after giving birth and so they never knew the concept of a mother until five years later when their father remarried. It was then when you joined their family of three, and the twins had taken to their new mother like fish in water. Adoringly, they would tug on her skirt and demand attention. She was all too happy to indulge them, lifting them into her arms one at a time.

“You know that means Mama and me, don’t you?” you add, skipping ahead of him.

“That’s different. Mama doesn’t count. She’s special.”

“What about me?”

Floyd takes one look at you and smiles that mean, mocking smile. “You’re even worse. You’ve got girl germs.”

You don’t bother granting him a head start. He’s already running.

On the cusp of a growth spurt, his face peppered in pimples, Floyd is only fifteen when you chase him out of your bedroom.

“Get out! Get out! Get out!” Your piercing shrieks and Floyd’s raucous laughter echo through the halls, drawing the perpetually curious Jade out of his room like a worm from an apple core.

He’s greeted with the sight of Floyd, who has clasped your bra around his head and is now parading about proudly. A plush octopus flies after him and smacks into the wall. Seconds later, you burst from your room with embarrassment painted on your face.

“Oh my.” Jade observes the scene unfold from behind his fist. His mismatched eyes glitter with mischief.

“You’re so tiny! Your boyfriend’s gonna fall in love with a shrimp!” Floyd sticks his tongue out at you. “Shrimpy (Name)! Shrimpy (Name)! I’ve got a shrimp for a sis!”

“That’s not funny, and Azul’s not my boyfriend!” You reach for him, but he avoids you with an agile sidestep. “Knock it off! Give it back!”

“But it fits me better.”

“It does not!” You turn to Jade and gesture wildly at Floyd, who is now batting his lashes like a princess. “Don’t just stand there! Help me out.”

“Oh, I’m afraid I’m much more suited to the sidelines. I wouldn’t want to interrupt your fun.”

You grit your teeth. “You ass—”

“So much noise! What in the world is going on here?”

Your mother makes her way up the stairs just as Floyd tugs the bra off his head. You round on her before the twins can. 

“Mooom, Floyd’s being gross. He stole my bra and won’t give it back.”

“Huuuh. No way. She’s totally framin’ me. I don’t have her bra.” Floyd folds his arms over his chest, feigning innocence. “That’s just icky. Why would I have it anyway?”

“Indeed,” Jade agrees coyly, pretending to search for it. “No bra in sight.”

“You’re liars—you and Jade!” You sneer at them. They merely smile angelically. “I’ll kick both of you in your dicks if you don’t—”

“(Name), mind your language!” Sighing, your mother issues both boys a stern frown. “Floyd, sweetheart, it’s not nice to tease your sister. You as well, Jade. Return what you stole and apologize.” She bends down to retrieve the fallen plush and passes it to you. “You too, (Name). You’re family. Family shouldn’t fight.”

“I don’t owe him an apology.”

“And I don’t have her bra.”

“He’s lying! Floyd was in my room, digging through my clothes.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yeah-huh!”

Jade smiles wide enough to reveal the braces on his teeth. “Now that (Name) mentions it, I did see Floyd sneaking about. Oh, but maybe that’s not right. I only caught a glimpse, after all.” 

Floyd has no reason to look so betrayed. Jade oscillates between sides whenever it sates his hunger for amusement. Today, as luck would have it, he’s on your side. For now.

“If you’re as innocent as you claim, surely there’s no reason to keep your arms clasped behind your back.”

“You really don’t have anyone’s back, do you?”

“Floyd…” Your mother looks at him expectantly, her eyes soft despite her tone.

He thrusts his arm out and drops your bra. “Fine. Take it back. Wasn’t havin’ any fun with it anyways.”

“Honestly, you’re such a pervert,” you snap, swiping it from the floor. “Next time you wanna come in my room, you’d better knock first. How would you like it if I went into your and Jade’s room and stole one of your shirts?”

He sticks his tongue out at you, defiant like the brat he is. If your mother wasn’t standing behind you, you’d have exacted your revenge right then.

“(Name), be nice to your brother. Floyd, apologize to your sister.”

Floyd doesn’t look you in the eyes when he spits a mean-sounding, “Sorry.”

Jade can only snicker, feasting on this live entertainment like it’s the richest meal.

“And I’m sooo sorry you’re annoying and everyone’s gotta put up with you.” With an exasperated huff, you strut back into your room and slam the door shut. It locks with a loud click.

“Give her some time. She just needs to cool down,” you hear your mother explain. “But, really, you should know better, Floyd. It’s not right to go into anyone’s room and take their things.”

“I would never do something so egregious, Mother,” Jade admits, which you find hard to believe because he’s just as sly, if not more so, than his twin.

“She’s just mad I’m funnier than her,” Floyd says. A blatant falsehood if you’ve ever heard one.

You could never understand Floyd’s obsession with your laundry. Maybe he was just your typical hormone-addled teenager with nothing better to do but fantasize about women and their undergarments, and seeing as you were the only girl he was close to—both in age and as siblings—who else could bear the brunt of his delinquency?

Or it had nothing to do with that at all, and he was just determined to be as much of a pest as possible.

Back then, that made sense.

Back then, you were foolish.

Back then, you didn’t know. No one did. Not really.

Lying between your brothers, lost in thought, you stare at the plastic stars and planets pasted to your ceiling. A dulcet adagio trickles out of the tiny speaker on your bedside table. The honeyed vocals soften the static in your brain, snuffing every burden with beautiful bossa nova. You soak in every lyric, imagining yourself in the singer’s position: falling for someone in midnight blue, blooming beneath their touch, your dress falling to your ankles, exploring each other’s shorelines…

The fantasy floats away as soon as Floyd opens his mouth, and you’re brought back to reality. No lover in your arms. No midnight blue. No flowering feelings. No dress.

“When’s this stuff supposed to kick in? I don’t feel a thing.”

“Patience,” Jade murmurs, practically melting into the mattress. “You’ll know once it happens.”

“Well, I don’t. Your shit sucks.”

“As does your attitude.”

“Whatever.” Floyd snuggles closer to you, pulling your arm into his chest. “What about you, Shrimpy? You feel it yet?”

“Mmh, sorta… I dunno. Don’t call me that.”

“Once a shrimp, always a shrimp.”

“I did offer the other half.”

“I’ll take it if I feel like it.” You shake Floyd off and pout at Jade. “Mom and Dad’ll lose it if they find out, you know.”

Jade flashes his teeth at you in a cheeky grin. “I’m counting on you to be a sweet, dependable sister and keep my little secret safe.”

“Lips are sealed.”

“What a good pet you are. So obedient.”

You exhale a soft, gasping laugh. “You’re so weird.”

“But you’re smiling.”

“Only because you’re weird!”

He giggles and leans in close, his nose brushing yours. When he speaks again, it’s in a softer tone, near-hypnotic. “So you do feel it.”

“Maybe.”

With a petulant whine, Floyd presses himself against you from behind. “No fair. I wanna be all silly like you and Jade. Gimme the other half. I’ll take it right now.”

“You can grab it.”

“You’re closer.”

“Alas… My limbs are lead.”

“Asshole,” Floyd gripes, leaning over you and Jade to swipe the box from the bedside table. He often keeps his stash there. Sometimes it’s stocked with gummy edibles or mushrooms, all wrapped in plastic. Jade’s resourceful like a squirrel, crafty in ways you can’t fathom.

Today, you’re holed up in your room because you have a bigger bed. There are fairy lights strung up on the walls, providing the space with just enough dimness for you to see your surroundings. It’s the perfect ambience for this slow, lazy Saturday in November. Your parents are out for the afternoon and won’t be back until later, and you couldn’t be any happier to have the house to yourself.

As soon as the door shut, you exchanged knowing looks with your brothers and hurried back to your room. Jade told you he’d take you and Floyd to his favorite spot in the forest after midterms and then the lot of you could truly kick back and relax with some pre-rolls. He’d invite Azul and make it a picnic in the woods. A whole day filled with fun. In your heart, it would be a date. Your brothers would just be the unwanted third and fourth wheels.

Really, you could care less about getting high. Azul is more than a drug—he’s oxygen—and you crave him like an addict feens for a fix. Floyd thinks your crush on him is stupid and misplaced. You beg to differ. You’ve admired him since childhood. How could you possibly fall out of love now?

Floyd flops back into the empty space beside you, chewing the rest of the gummy worm. His arm drapes across your waist. “What’re we doin’ tomorrow?”

“I’m going to the library to study with Azul.”

“Lame.”

“You’re not invited.” You roll over on your side to address him, speaking slowly. “Don’t show up.”

“Now I kinda want to. I wanna see what you and Azul get up to.”

“Studying.”

“Mmh, I doubt that.” Jade sticks to you like moss, his eyes fluttering shut. “Azul’s studying, at least. You’re daydreaming.”

“Not my fault he’s cute.”

“I’m cuter.” Floyd’s lips turn down in a disappointed moue. “Ain’t I cute?”

“No way. You’re ugly.”

“I’m inclined to agree.”

“No one asked you, Jade. ‘Sides, ain’t that basically the same as sayin’ you’re ugly, too?”

“I dunno,” he mumbles dumbly, the words muffled in your shoulder. “What do you think, (Name)?”

“Get yourself a girlfriend and then you can ask her.”

“Won’t you be my stand-in girlfriend?”

“Yeah, that’s good.” Floyd curls his fingers around the strap of your tank top. He tugs it up and down your arm in a languid rhythm. You’re floating amongst the clouds, your mind filled with a pleasant fuzz, so scolding him isn’t a priority. “Forget about bein’ our sis for a sec.”

“Get lost.”

“How cold…” Jade sniffles.

“Shrimpy’s ruthless.”

“Stop calling me that.”

Floyd’s hand crawls across your chest to grope you through your shirt. “Mmh, nope. Still small.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“I think you’re sized just right.” Jade’s spidery digits creep along your hip and splay across your stomach. “Azul won’t even notice. He doesn’t pay attention to your assets like we do.”

“I wish he would.” You meet Jade’s half-lidded stare. “Does he talk about me?”

“In what context? You’ll need to be specific,” he purrs, and if you weren’t swimming in bliss you’d elbow him in the mouth.

It’s like pulling teeth with Jade. He makes things so irritatingly difficult for no reason.

“You know the context.”

“Sometimes he says stuff,” Floyd replies instead. He rests his head in the crook of your neck and inhales the sugary notes of your perfume.

“Good stuff?”

Vibrating with a woozy warmth, you squirm between your brothers. It’s stifling being in the middle of their sandwich, but the proximity is pleasing. Comfortable. Reassuring. You feel like an anchored ship between the both of them, safely pinned down amidst the tumultuous waves of your bedsheets. You sigh dreamily when Floyd’s legs twine around yours.

“He thought your sweater was real cute.”

“Which one?”

“All of ’em.”

“Hmm. Okay.” But that doesn’t satisfy you. “What type of girl is he into?”

“Why don’t you make him your boyfriend? Then you can find out,” Jade says.

He aims for a sharp smile and falls short. It mellows out into something stupid and lopsided. He thinks he’s the funniest creature on the planet, and in this moment he is because the retort has you snowballing into a fit of giggles.

“Maybe I will.”

Floyd tracks your throat as it bobs with every swallow. He glances at your jaw next, at the glitters speckled on your cheeks. They sparkle like miniature stars, an entire galaxy imprinted on your skin. “You’re wearin’ makeup.”

“Hm?”

“Perfume, too. Smells good.”

“I bought some when I went to the mall.”

“When?”

“Last week? Two weeks ago? I can’t remember.”

“You doin’ it for Azul?”

“Who else? Certainly not you.”

Floyd scowls at Jade. “Don’t answer for her. I wanna hear it from her.”

“You’re my brother. Why would it be for you?” you mumble, more confused than unsettled.

Obviously it’s for Azul.

“Why not? It’s not fair other guys get to see ya lookin’ this good. Why should I be excluded just cuz I’m your brother?”

His lips drag against your neck. There’s nothing special about his affection. It’s dubiously platonic, but you’re used to it. He’s always been prone to expressing himself through physical means. Too-tight hugs, pecks on the cheek, a gentle squeeze in clasped hands. It was cute when you were children, but now you’re seventeen and it’s getting harder to explain his clingy nature.

“I don’t care what other guys think.”

“Just Azul?” Jade prompts, toying with the hem of your top. His fingers slide beneath it to prod at your navel, and suddenly Azul is no longer the most important part of this conversation. “Have you ever considered piercing it?”

“What? My belly button?”

“Ooh, good idea. You could match jewelry with us. How about it? I’ll getcha some sturgeon scales.”

“Mom’ll kill me.”

“In that case, we’re both dead.”

You blink at Jade, searching for the meaning in his mismatched hues. He opens his mouth, unfurling his tongue to reveal the venom piercing. The shock washes over you like a wave, and just as it’s receding it hits you—what you’re looking at.

“Your tongue! You actually—since when?”

“Two weeks.”

“What the hell! Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve come with. Moral support and stuff.”

He laughs when you nudge him. “It wasn’t so bad. I’d like to get more.”

“Does Dad know?”

“Not at all.”

“Dangerous.”

“Thrilling,” he corrects, a minacious glint in his gaze.

“Jade’s changin’ up his whole look. Super cool, ain’t it?”

“And what about you?” You turn over towards Floyd. His hands settle on your lower back. He all but tugs you away from Jade, who frowns and shuffles closer until his hips press against your ass. You feel his mouth at your bare shoulder, lavishing it with little pecks. “Do you want more piercings?”

“You into guys with piercings?”

“I don’t really care. Piercings are great. Tattoos, too.”

“Then I’ll get a tattoo.”

“So it’s settled. (Name) will pierce her navel, and Floyd will get a tattoo.”

“Sure,” you agree, but you don’t expect anything to come out of it. Just a random idea thrown around in the haze of your high.

You’re closer than family should be, but that’s the last thing on your mind when you’re twisted between them. This is normal. At least, it’s the normal you’ve grown up with.

What isn’t normal, though, is Floyd’s insistence that he ought to shape himself into the man of your dreams when, clearly, the man of your dreams goes by the name of Azul Ashengrotto. But you’re not worried. It’s always said in jest, or you assume it’s in jest.

In the back of your mind, you wonder if Azul would like you more if you had a pretty piercing to show off.

You’re weeks away from prom when Azul says yes.

“Wait… Really? Seriously?”

“I was under the impression we were all going,” he says with that charismatic chuckle you love dearly. “As a group, yes?”

Your hopes plummet alongside pieces of your heart. “Oh. Y-Yeah, right. A group. Of course.”

“I do appreciate the poster, though.” He holds it up as if it’ll reveal a secret message when caught in the sun. The cartoon octopus you spent hours sketching, lining, and coloring smiles back at him. “‘It would be so tenta-cool if you could be the sea to my shore at prom.’ How ingeniously cheesy.”

Your laughter is hollow. That’s the last time I’m asking Jade for advice on ocean puns.

“I’m glad you think so… Hey, you’re coming over before the dance, right? We’re thinking of doing something.”

“A party before the party?” Azul rolls the poster up and carefully fits it into his messenger bag. It sticks out from under the flap. “I’m not opposed. What did you have in mind?”

“We could get dinner.” Just the two of us. “Whatever you want, really. My dad’s planning to send us there in a limo. Real classy, y’know.”

Azul falls into step with you. “If that’s the case, we might as well go all out.”

Sensing an in, you stare at him. “The girls in my class are going on and on about how prom’s gotta be this magical thing. It can’t get more magical than a fancy car.”

“Goodness. It’s really not that special. You can’t exactly put ‘Prom Queen’ on your resume now, can you?”

“No, but you can make lots of memories. So I was thinking—hypothetically, of course—if you’d wanna go as, like, my fake date. Like, we’re going as a group and everything, but if you want we could get flowers for each other and match outfits and… B-Basically, I’m just trying to see if there’s any merit to what they’re saying about prom. About it being magical with a date.”

“Hm… That’s true. It will be our final social event before we graduate and go out into the world. Our last chance to say and do whatever we’ve neglected in previous years.”

“Right.”

“I wouldn’t mind.” His stare is fixed firmly on the path ahead. “Hypothetically speaking, of course.”

“So…” You swallow your anxieties; your heart is in your throat. “So you’ll be my hypothetical date?”

“I would be honored.”

“Okay. A-All right… Yeah! Great!”

Azul’s pretty blues briefly flick over to you. His cheeks are tinged pink. “Wonderful. I… I’m pleased we’ve worked this out. All hypotheticals, naturally.”

“Yeah, definitely. Just hypothetical.”

“Did…you have a color in mind? Have you picked a dress yet?”

“Something pink or purple. Maybe red. I’m not really sure.”

“Blue would be very flattering on you.” As an afterthought, he scrambles to add, “But that’s just another hypothetical.”

You watch the way he wrings the strap of his bag. “I agree. Blue’s a good color.”

“Isn’t it?”

“I could wear you.” You regret it the moment it leaves your mouth, even more so when Azul raises a bewildered brow. “B-Because your name—no, sorry. That’s dumb. I don’t mean it in the crazy-murderer-who-skins-you-alive way. I meant in the way that’s like—”

“Cheek to cheek?”

“Yeah. No, yeah, that’s right.”

What am I saying? None of this makes any sense. 

Azul laughs and nudges you playfully. “You can wear me. Hypothetically, I’m your date to the dance. It’s only right that I act as your accessory for the evening.”

“Then… T-Then let’s be each other’s garments!”

He hums his approval and the conversation dies there.

You make the rest of the walk out of school in awkward silence. At the gates, Azul turns to you.

“None of this is hypothetical, is it?”

You heave a relieved breath. “Not at all.”

“Then allow me to do away with pretending. I’ll be your prom date. Factually.”

“My factual prom date…”

“It…doesn’t sound as smooth as a hypothetical.”

“But it’s real.”

He smiles shyly. “That it is.”

On the night of prom, alone in an empty corridor, Floyd yanks you into a rough kiss. The music from the ballroom is so loud you can faintly hear it from down the hall. It pulses through you with energetic vibrations, joining your panic in an unsteady duet. You push at Floyd’s chest, struggling against the wall he has you pinned to. He breaks off halfway just to savor your gasp before moving in to reclaim your mouth. It’s a ravenous action. He kisses you like he intends to devour you, licking and nipping at every possible crevice. His teeth click against yours as he endeavors to taste the wine at the back of your throat—courtesy of sneaky, rebellious Jade and his discreet water bottle.

Finally, after gathering enough strength, you shove him off of you. He stumbles, hurt flashing across his face. Ferociously hot up to your ears, your heart stumbling in your rib cage, you can’t believe it. You don’t want to believe it.

That wasn’t real… No way…

Still processing it, you smudge your lipstick when you wipe the drool from your mouth.

You and Floyd watch each other in silence. You’re waiting for him to break it. He’s waiting for you to run away.

“What…was that?”

“You were cozyin’ up to Azul—”

“Because he’s my date!”

“Yeah, but you—Shrimpy, c’mon, you know we agreed to go as a group…”

“And so what? That doesn’t give you the right to kiss me. I was going to—I had an entire plan for this. Azul was gonna be my first kiss!”

“Well, now he’s gonna hafta be second.”

You sputter in shock. “You—you’re so… I just… Wow.”

Floyd’s face hardens and softens and then hardens again. He looked like a kicked puppy a few minutes ago, cowardly and small, but now there’s determination smoldering in his stare.

“I like ya. I like ya a whole lot.” You open your mouth to protest, but he beats you to it. “More than a sister.”

And there it is—the truth you couldn’t confront.

Your frustration withers and blooms anew in a complicated tangle of weeds. “You…like me. Like… Like me, like me?”

Floyd cards a hand through his slicked hair and exhales a heavy breath. “I mean… It’s obvious, ain’t it?”

“Floyd, I… I’m sorry, but I like Azul. You know this.” Now it’s your turn to cut him off before he can speak. “You’re family, Floyd. My brother.”

“So what?”

“It’s wrong, that’s what! We’re family. That’s all we’ve ever been… Look—I don’t have time for this. Azul and Jade are gonna wonder where we went. We can talk about this tomorrow.”

You brush past him, hoping to leave this conversation here and pick it up after the dance. But Floyd won’t have that. He seizes your wrist and tugs you around.

“Just…” He avoids your stare. “Just hear me out, okay? I just wanna love ya.”

“So love me like a normal brother.” You try to pull yourself free, but he holds firm. “I really don’t have time to argue. Actually, this isn’t something I should have to argue in the first place.”

“We’re not related in that way. It’s fine, isn’t it?” He grabs your waist and drags you close.

“Mom and Dad won’t think so. Azul won’t. Honestly, Floyd, let it go. We’ll talk later. Please just—”

“You really don’t get it, do you?”

You inhale slowly, forcing yourself to remain calm. “No, I don’t. I really don’t.”

“I’ve wanted ya longer than Azul—than Jade. Longer than anyone. And I never got to have ya.” Floyd plasters you to the wall again, but this time he slots a knee between your thighs. “Drove me crazy every time I saw ya walkin’ around the house in those stupid shorts or when you’d bring your friends over and you’d wear that stupid nightgown. The soft one with the lace and bows. The one that’s so thin it shows your shrimpy tits.”

Your glower is so blistering it could melt him down to his bones. “You’re disgusting.”

“Maybe.” He laughs, but it isn’t funny. “Didja know? I wanted to kiss you in your sleep. Touch you all over. Stick my fingers in you and watch you squirm… Feel how tight you are when you cling to my cock. You’re still a virgin, ain’tcha? Azul hasn’t done it with you yet, right?”

You yelp when his hand slips under the ruffles of your dress and climbs up your thigh. “W-Wait—stop! Don’t—”

“Gonna take that as a no.”

“Floyd—”

“See? Can’t you say my name instead of his? You don’t gotta daydream with me around. I’ll make you feel good. You don’t need that stupid dildo when you’ve got me.”

His fingers press against the outline of your pussy, teasing you through the fabric. Your body goes rigid. “Y-You can’t… Not here. Someone might see.”

“Let ’em. Then they’ll know you’re all mine.” Floyd noses your throat and deflates against you, hedonistic and selfish. “You always smell so fuckin’ good. Like candy. Sweet and yummy. Makes me wanna bite you and never let go. Taste your shrimpy heartbeat in my mouth…”

“S-Seriously…” You squeeze your eyes shut and bite back a whimper when he squeezes your clit. “Get off of me. You can’t—you’re my brother.”

“Nah. Brothers don’t go around stealin’ their sister’s stuff and usin’ it to get off, do they?”

It occurs to you that you should be furious with him. He deserves more than just your ire. Instead, you can only feel intoxicated as you listen to him ramble filth.

“Remember that pair of panties you thought was clean? The ones with the stain.”

“Yeah, the ones I use when I’m on my period—”

“Not those. The other one.”

“W-What—” You slap your hand over your mouth to muffle your gasp. He rubs you in slow, deliberate circles. With dimming focus, you try to think of anything else—of boring, bland things—to fight off mounting arousal. “What about it?”

“I had that pair wrapped around my dick before you put ’em on.”

“So that was—the stain was—”

“Mhm.”

“Ew! You’re the worst! That was my favorite pair, Floyd!”

He snickers. “At least it wasn’t you. My old man’ll beat my ass if I knock ya up. Had to use the next best thing.”

“Use your hand, dumbass! Don’t use my stuff!”

“Then stop fuckin’ yourself on your dildo. I hear you through the bathroom door, y’know. Moanin’ like you’re in heat. All of it for Azul. I wanted to come in and help ya out every time, but I couldn’t. And that really ate at me.”

“I don’t want your help,” you spit, glaring.

“No? But you’re so wet. I think my fingers will slip riiight in.” He pulls your panties to the side and prods at your folds. “You wanna test it?”

You shake your head a second too late. Floyd’s already pushing two fingers inside. The breath sticks in your throat. He’s actually doing this, right here in the open. Someone could turn down the hall and spot you. That someone could be—

“A-Azul might catch us. Stop. You really can’t…”

“Aww. What? Don’t want Azul seein’ you like this? Don’t want him to see the mess you’re making? Don’t want him knowing you like being wrapped around your brother’s fingers?”

He’s mean when he curls them suddenly, a brute and a bully all at once. They press against wet, velvety walls, and the noisy squelch leaves you shuddering. You breathe heavily, little huffs that tremble sweetly as he stretches you out.

“S-Shut up. You’re a pervert.”

“That makes two of us.”

You yank him closer by his tie, intending to be threatening and failing. “I’m gonna kill you.”

“Sure you are.”

Without warning, he reaches for your chest and yanks your strapless dress down to reveal your breasts. Your perky nipples poke out against the lingerie tape. He whistles lowly while he marvels at them.

“Still the same pair of shrimpy tits.”

“Nuh-uh. I went up a size.”

“Yeah-huh. I would know. I steal your bras all the time. Same cup size, Shrimpy.”

“So you’re depraved and shameless.”

“No reason to hide it anymore.”

He drags his fingers out and thrusts them back in. You choke on a stifled moan. Deep down in a logical corner of your brain, you know you shouldn’t submit so easily. It’s wrong, but you can’t stop the pleasure that washes over you with every stroke of his fingers. It sends pleasant bolts of bliss up your spine. Your knees wobble, and your thighs are sticky with your slick. When he grinds his thumb against your clit, forcefully insistent, something in your stomach snaps. You come undone in an instant, crashing against a sinful shore. Orgasm wracks through you in a powerful tremor, shaking the thoughts in your skull like a disturbed ecosystem in a terrarium.

Unrelenting, he fucks you through it. You’re boneless in the aftermath, chest heaving and mind reeling.

Floyd’s fingers glide out with ease, shimmering with your juices. He puts them in his mouth to savor the taste of you, his tongue slithering between the space of both digits. Horrifyingly, you admire him as he licks himself clean. Even though you shouldn’t, you wish desperately to feel that muscle inside you, working you towards another grand peak.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You’re still in a daze when Floyd fixes your panties and dress. You look presentable, if not slightly debauched. Your makeup is a mess, and Floyd’s all too eager to fix it for you. You stand still when he wipes at the corner of your mouth with his thumb and then carefully applies lipstick. Within no time, you’re back to how you were.

“Lookin’ good,” he praises, stuffing the tube in his pocket. “The prettiest Shrimpy at the party. They should make you Prom Queen.”

You swat at him. “Don’t…” And then you sigh. What does it matter? He’s going to call you that regardless of what you think.

Thankfully, the slow dance is only just beginning when you return. You find Azul lingering near the wall, tapping anxiously at his phone. Jade’s also there. Physically. You can’t say the same for his head. He’s taking a trip in his own mental paradise. Floyd stalks after you, his hands stuffed in his pockets. If you didn’t just squirt around his fingers minutes ago, you would’ve assumed the atmosphere of the party was to blame for his euphoria. But you know the real reason.

Azul doesn’t, though.

So it’s with a guilty heart when you lead him onto the dance floor for a waltz.

Your childhood crush—the guy you’ve loved more than life itself—is right in front of you, looking at you like you’ve hung the stars, but the only one you can think of is your step-brother.

That can’t be a good sign.

Floyd joins Jade in his corner. He gazes through him and offers his water bottle. It’s nerdy enough for its contents to be unassuming, what with its mushroom print, but Floyd knows better than to take it at face value. Even so, he grabs hold of it and downs what’s left of the wine. It’s so sweet it sticks to the roof of his mouth.

“Azul’s not staying the night, is he?”

“I’m not sure.” Jade finds you and Azul in the crowd of dancers and hums. “How cruel of you to want to separate them.”

“He’s not gettin’ laid tonight if that’s what he thinks. Not if I can help it.”

“I don’t think he even knows how.”

Floyd laughs. “Nah. He knows.”

“Does he now?”

“C’mon, Jade. He undresses her every time he looks at her.”

“I suppose so.” He smiles moonily, distracted. “She’ll never let you.”

“She won’t let you either.”

“I don’t mind a little pain. To be bloodied and bruised by her gentle hands… I know of no greater exhilaration.”

Floyd rolls his eyes. “Azul’s got it lucky. He gets to hug and kiss her whenever he wants. Meanwhile, I’ve gotta pretend like I don’t wanna fuck her shrimpy brains out every time I get a whiff of her perfume.”

“The odds aren’t very favorable, but I suspect you’ve already had your fun.”

Floyd grins wickedly. “She’s cute. I couldn’t help it.”

“I must agree. She sounds sweetest when she’s caught in the throes of pleasure.”

Floyd starts to nod and then pauses. “How do you know—”

“Oh my. It appears I’ve said too much.”

“No, no. Keep talkin’. You haven’t said nearly enough.”

“You’re not her only brother, you know.”

Floyd thinks there’s more to that sentence, but Jade isn’t willing to get into the details. Not here, at least. He doesn’t have to pry too deeply to understand the hidden implications.

“Asshole. You went and did it before I could.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jade giggles. “A little midnight snacking never hurts. She’s soft and snug inside. Very warm.”

Floyd shoves him away. “Fuck off.”

As long as it’s not Azul, he thinks, watching him as he spins you like a gentleman. Anyone but him.

[merakiui]

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *PTERODACTYL NOISES* IM SO GLAD YOU LOVE HIM!!!!

I was super nervous to draw him cause I had no problems drawing azul, but like it was challenging for me to draw floyd the way I did. Ive never really drawn anything sexual in nature, so it threw me for a loop and I just wanted to make him as close as I could to how you gave him to us.

But rbsjdndkskdnrbrkssdnfng I ascend when I read your octotrio fanfiction and just your floybs have the most special place in my heart.

His tongue was honeatly one of my favorite parts to draw. >﹏< Im glad you love the piercings and tattos- DID YOU ZOOM IN ON THE PAMTS THO MERA???? DID YOU ZOOM KN ON THE CROTCH!?!?!?

:O I am once again in awe of your skill!!! You made him look so GOOD. >w< aaaaa thank you for your service to scummy, sleazy Floyd nation!!!! <3 he's really so wonderful....... I fear I've been thrown back into Floyb brain rot after seeing your lovely art. (Expect a short Floyb drabble soon mwahaha!!!! >:D)

Thank you for enjoying my Floybs!!!! I love writing for him. orz the way you drew his tongue between his fingers........ AAAAA I AM SO ILL IN THE BEST WAY!!!!!! OTL OTL and his crotch,,,,, 🫣 the message on his shirt is about to become even clearer because WAAAAAOOOAOAOOOOOAAAAAAA. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 I am so grateful to be able to see something so great. (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

[merakiui]

that mafia lord azul and undercover agent reader sounds spicy 👀👀👀👀 the enemy to lovers potential 😩😩😩😩

🫣🫣 the amount of tropes that can be used in a concept like that……. fuck or die situations, enemies to lovers, hate sex, slow burn, etc etc!!!! And of course mafia lord Azul teasingly calls you all manner of pet names in Italian. >:) omg and somehow your missions always seem to have you crossing paths with him, and he just loves to see you every time. If you keep meeting under these circumstances, he may just have to take you out on a real date next time. <3

[merakiui]

MERA IVE BEEN HAVING THIS THOUGHT AND I THINK YOURE THE RIGHT PERSON TO SHARE IT WITH BC ITS SO PERFECT FOR THE TWEELS 😭

A long time ago, back when i was a teenager and still a wattpad girly, I read this one really good story called "Family Comes First" about a family of cannibals that lives in the middle of nowhere. They only keep boy children who are born, no daughters. Whenever a boy turns a certain age (I think 21 but I cant really rmbr), the father goes out to the nearest city, interviews girls under the guise of offering them a job, and kidnaps the best one as a birthday gift and bride. The mother-in-law teaches the new girl how to be a good wife (cleaning, cooking that strange meat, etc.), and the husband is otherwise responsible for his wife, to the point of selecting and laying out her clothing every morning. The ultimate honour is to birth a son, and so the husbands are CONSTANTLY trying to get their wives knocked up. I can't help but imagine Jade and Floyd in a story like this, it suits them perfectlyyyyy

In the book, one of the boys ended up catching feelings for brother's wife (the main character) instead of his own, and it causes fights serious drama in the family. This works so well with the recent ideas about Jade stealing Floyd's cute little wifey except it would be even better for them because they're twins and Jade can pull all his nasty tricks 😭 maybe when she finally gets knocked up with a son, they won't know who it belongs to, because he looks just like his daddy, but the potential daddies look the sammmeee OTZ

Oh oh oh and imagine if reader tries to escape and the family decides to let her try. Let her have fun. Hell, they even join in on the fun. She was blindfolded when they brought her and she's never been out of the house before, so she doesn't know her way around the woods, whereas the men in this family have been hunting humans for sport and food in these woods for generations. Now she's lost in the dark forest with daddy leech and the tweels rapidly closing in on her. She's going to be taught a lesson after they drag her home. After all, she lost the game, and losers never get rewards >_<

OHHH!!! Omg that concept is perfect for the tweels!!!! And they would absolutely draw out the chase in the forest just to scare you even more. Maybe then, after spending an entire day and night being hunted like a wild animal, you'll learn your home is with them. There's no point in running from your family, after all.

Hehe running from the three of them and you injure yourself, so now you're even more panicked because what if they can smell the cut on your leg? What if they can hear your pained grunts as you drag yourself along, limping through the forest? >_< omg and it doesn't matter who finds you; it's going to be frightening either way. Floyd who drags you out of your hiding place by the ankles, or Jade who stands over you as he patiently waits for you to take notice of him. Or Papa Leech wrapping you up in big, strong, scarred arms to carry you back to the house. Maybe you're kicking and screaming all the way, and it's useless to struggle because there's no one else out here for stretches. Just you and your family, who care so very much for you. You should be grateful! Mr. Leech's sons fight over you to be named your husband. Aren't you lucky to have the two of them? Most of all, aren't you lucky you're alive and not on their murderous menu?

AAAAAA and Papa Leech picks your clothes for you going forwards! They were far too patient and lenient with you before, far too forgiving. Now you're living under a new schedule, a fresh set of rules. Your clothes are selected for you, and your meals are prepared in advance (gone are the days in which you were given choices; each meal is healthy and has properties meant to boost your fertility). When you aren't learning to be the perfect housewife, you're getting bent over every possible surface and bred by the twins. Or if the twins can't behave, then maybe Papa Leech ought to knock you up instead........... thinking thoughts.

In conclusion, the entire family is crazy and you're stuck with them forever. orz

[merakiui]

AAAAAAAAAAA OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!! it's over for me...... i have ascended... he looks amazing omg!!!! scummy, sleazy floyb!!!!!!!! how cherished he is!!!! (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡

i love all of the details, especially his piercings and tattoos!!!! 👁 👁 goblin shark and eel skeletons are brilliant tattoo designs for scummy floyd!!!! AND HIS SHIRT!!!!!!!! AAAAAA HE WOULD. OH, HE SO WOULD!!!! orz he would wear it with unabashed pride, and his shrimpy can attest to it hehe. <3 uwuwuaaa he's just so perfect. his tongue......... OTL OTL it's amazing,,, thank you for your hard work!!!!! i will hold this masterpiece close to my heart forever!!!! ♥️✨

After a hot minute, I present my next gift art to @merakiui

It's an eel boi- specifically scummy/sleazy eel boi. He's one of my favorites that you've written, and I just can't Mera, I can't. He's a problem for me (in a good way).

Just aaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH- I had to actively change a few things as I was working on this as I wanted to try and make him as close as I could how I saw him. Lemme know how much of the detail you see. And somehow I can totally see scummy/sleazy floyb with this shirt.

The tattoo on his left arm made me upsetti- I was trying to go for a goblin shark skeleton, but like half of its face had to be cut off- and then the eel skeleton tattoo was a menace. (When I think scary sea creatures- goblin sharks immediately pop to the forefront of my brain)

He's under the cut, as I'm not sure if it's age appropriate or sfw???? It's borderline imo, but I'd rather be safe than sorry.

[merakiui]

Ooo i wanna hear more about Mafia lord! Azul that concept seems yummy!!(／▽＼)♪

Imagine being an assassin hired to kill him, but your plan backfires horribly and now you're on your knees before the mafia lord himself, restrained and trapped. He's toying with the revolver in his hand. Should he torture you until you spill the information? Or should he just kill you now? Should he leave it up to luck? There's one bullet in the barrel. Maybe this next shot will be the one. :)

He'll admit he's impressed. He has so many enemies, but none have been nearly as foolish as you. Maybe you just wanted to get caught. Was that it? You wanted his men to capture you and drag you back to him. Renowned assassin, his foot. Your past targets may have been easy work, but Azul assures you he is nothing like them.

He's willing to be fair and offer you a deal. Tell him everything about the one who hired you and he'll spare you. If you value your life, you'll make the right decision. The only decision.

Although it's also fun to imagine an uncompromising mafia lord Azul who is only convinced to let you live after you offer your body. >:D sucking off his gun as if it's his cock in hopes of proving to him you can put your mouth to good use.

AAAAAA OTL and then undercover agent tropes....... being assigned to protect someone after they got caught up in the mafia and now their safety is jeopardized (maybe it's Riddle or someone like Ace.........). Acting as their undercover bodyguard of sorts at some grand event. You expect to see one of Azul's men, not Azul himself!!! Now the plan's changed. Encountering Azul and he asks you to dance. <3 waltzing with him in the middle of the ballroom while you try to keep your eyes on the one you're meant to protect, but Azul keeps gently grabbing your chin to direct your eyes back to him...... trying to excuse yourself after the first dance because you've lost sight of the target, but Azul insists on another and pulls you back into his chest. You try and try to escape, and yet it's all in vain because you're spun back into his arms every time.

Omg or assassin reader and mafia lord Azul going after the same target....... orz orz